Sally: Dick, it's the end of the world!
Dick: Wait, wait. What's going on?
Sally: There's a terrible crisis. We were at the store, and the place was a madhouse. People were cramming everything they could into their carts, especially these giant balls of butter. I got one for each of us.
Tommy: I'm telling you, something is up. The radio said the airports were jammed with people trying to get out of town.
Dick: As a matter of fact, I just saw a report on a turkey ranch, and those birds were talking apocalypse.
Sally: Apocalypse?
Dick: Well, more like "apocalopolis."
Sally: What does this all mean?
Harry: Well, I have a thought-- we're all gonna die!
Dick: All right, let's not panic. Tonight we'll turn off the lights and hunker down in the kitchen. Tomorrow morning I'll make a run to the university and find out what's going on. Police and secure the perimeter!
All: What?
Dick: Lock the doors!