Tim: Honey, have you seen the front yard? Frosty's missing.
Jill: I know.
Tim: Oh, it's not enough that Doc Johnson wins the contest. Now he's gonna hijack my snowman?
Jill: Doc Johnson didn't take it.
Tim: I suppose a 17-foot plastic snowman is hiding from me?
Jill: Does this look familiar?
Tim: Frosty?
Jill: He had a power surge and suffered a meltdown.