Bob: Those kids could be anywhere. Needle, meet haystack.
Red: Look, they left the house in a wood-paneled ocean liner. We should be able to find them.
Bob: Yep, it's a real asphalt jungle out here. The sun goes down, the rats come out. I lost my mailbox last year. Oh, yeah, you know what it is? The evil spilling over from Sheboygan. Oh, how many stories do you suppose there are in this naked burg?
Red: Eight, Bob. There are eight.