Okay. Lemme guess. You haven't told your dad yet.
Well...
I knew it! Why haven't you told him? Because there hasn't been you, your dad, talk-talk-talking.
There was talking. There was... There was definitely talking.
Oh, really? What did he say? [Chicken Little only making stammering things] What? Alright, that's it! We are doing an intervention! You have got to stop messing around and deal with the problem!
She's right!
Abby, please. This is exactly what fell on me the first time. There's no way I'm bringing this up again with him.
No, he's not!
Runt!
Sorry! I'm a gutless flip-flopper.
Okay. I'm sure there's a simple, logical explanation. I mean, it could be a piece of weather balloon, or maybe it's part of some experimental communications satellite.
I don't care what it is. I want it out of my life, gone for good. Everything back to normal.
Hey, remember when that icy blue stuff fell from the sky? Everybody thought it was from space and stuff? And it just turned out to be frozen pee from a jet airplane.
Yeah, that's right. It's frozen pee. Yeah. It's frozen pee. [singing] Pee, pee, pee, pee pee.
Could you stop saying that?
What, pee?
Pee.
How 'bout Tinkle
Piddle?
Whiz? [Fish gurgles]
Wee-wee?
Okay, subject change.
Make Phishee?
I don't care what it is! Now are you gonna help me get rid of it or not?
