Dewey: This horn's from Dad's van, and this one's from Mom's car and this one's from the ice cream truck.
[As Dewey starts to remove the drain pipe from the side of the house, Hal walks out into backyard]
Hal: Dewey. What are you doing?
Dewey: The spout fell down. I'm fixing it.
Hal: Good boy. Listen, I talked with Mrs. Hittelman down the block and she said that if you want, you can use her piano.
Dewey: Thanks anyway, Dad, but I found something else to amuse myself.
Hal: Oh. Well, good. Hey, have you seen my hair dryer? I swear, it's like stuff is just getting up and walking off. Either that or someone's messing with me.
Dewey: Dad, I think I figured out what's going on. Somebody's sneaking into the house and stealing stuff. Probably punks.
Hal: No, not punks, son. Just good kids who got lost along the way. Either way, they're going down.
[After Hal goes back inside, Dewey goes back to trying to remove the drainpipe]