[dream sequence: Hal is tied to a post in the living room as Malcolm pours gasoline on him:]
Hal: Boys Boys, come on, let's be reasonable. This is no way to treat your father.
Malcolm: What kind of father are you? You're nothing but a joke, and you're weak.
Hal: Oh, man, are you going to pay for that when your mother gets home!
Reese: You still think Mom's coming back after the way you screwed things up? Dewey, what do you think you're doing? I'm lighting Dad on fire.
Dewey: No way. I get to do it.
Malcolm: We'll all do it.
Hal: [whimpers]
[Hal wakes up screaming:]
Hal: Oh, my God, honey. I just had the worst dream. The boys just I- I lost control of them, and-and you were never coming home and It was just awful.
Craig: It's okay, sweetie. Go back to sleep. We'll spoon, okay?
Hal: [sniffles] Okay.
[Hal wakes up screaming]