Ok I want you to put the cart away.

Dad does it.

Well dad's not here.

Yeah well, I'm too tired.

Someone can hit it. Someone can get hurt.

I don't care.

You don't care if someone get hurt?!

Well...I don't know who someone is so, no. (eats a red fishy smugly)

I know why dad called you the sheriff.

Cause I always get what I want. Haha.

(While Rachael is putting the cart away Beth is putting some of her red fishy candies into her can of soda)

Hey Rachael! I put seven red fishies inside of this can, do you think they can swim in cola?

(scoffs angrily)

I sure hope so. I would hate to drown 'em.