Dewey: Malcolm, Malcolm. Wake up! Reese is gone.
Malcolm: What? Where'd he go?
Dewey: The note didn't say. "If my own brother could stab me through the heart..." Blah, blah, blah... "Teardrops..." Blah, blah, blah... "Good-bye forever." Look. Mom and Dad are going to make a big deal out of this. Let's just sit on it till I get an answer about my music festival.