Dewey: Hey, guys.
Malcolm: Dewey, that's not funny.
Dewey: Where's Stevie?
Malcolm: The guard grabbed him.
Reese: Yeah, he locked him up in his trailer, and he's doing who knows what to him.
Dewey: Maybe my friends can help.
Malcolm: What friends?
[A group of circus performers walk out of the shadows]
Reese: We come in peace.