[Dick and Harry scream as two hands poke through the drywall]
Harry: Aah! Aah! Aah! It's the ghost of Mrs. Dubcek.
Mrs. Dubcek: Where have you been? I've been down here screaming for hours.
Dick: What are you doing down here?
Mrs. Dubcek: My lighter went down your vent, I went to look for it in the crawlspace, and I got stuck.
Harry: Oh. Well, what about the smoke and the electricity going out?
Mrs. Dubcek: I couldn't find my darn lighter, so I had to short out a 220 line to light my cigarette. That reminds me. I need a cigarette.