Biker: Bye, kid. [rides off]
Dewey: Bye, Santa. [the family pull up] Hi, Mom.
Lois: Dewey, where's the baby-sitter?
Dewey: She went away.
Lois: [sighs] You got rid of another baby-sitter? What is wrong with you kids?
Dewey: Then I drove off with a potato chip man. Then I picked apples. Then we all went to jail. Then I played the...