Hal: Dewey? You in here, son? What's wrong, son? You were supposed to be home hours ago.
Dewey: I can't do anything right.
Hal: Dewey. Where's Jellybean?
Dewey: I left the door open, and he ran away.
Hal: Oh, dear.
Dewey: Do we have to tell Mom?
Hal: Well, this is a very serious situation, son. Of course we're not going to tell your mother.