Dewey: What are you doing?
Malcolm: Nothing. Mind your own business.
Dewey: Who were you talking to?
Malcolm: I wasn't talking to anybody. You're imagining it. Mind your own business.
Dewey: I heard you talking.
Malcolm: Okay, I'll tell you. But you have to keep it a secret. [Dewey nods] You know the monster under your bed? It's called a Sasquatch. He hunts back there during the day. I was throwing him some raw meat so he wouldn't come get us tonight. I don't think I gave him enough. So, if I were you, I'd keep very quiet and stay the hell out of there. Get it?