Adult Adam: Tired and out of ideas, Geoff decided to take Muriel on a late-night stroll.
Geoff: Ah. Fresh air will solve everything. Oh, good. Halloween fog. Really calms a nervous fella.
[Eerie ice-cream-truck music plays]
Geoff: Huh. The haunting lilt of an ice-cream truck. You know, Muriel, I'm really glad that you're not old enough to realize how frightened I am. Um... Okay. Well... time to run now.
Beverly: Give me back my baby, Geoffrey!
[Geoff screams and runs back into the house with the stroller]
Geoff: Your demon grandma has come to claim you! [the stroller is empty] Wait. Muriel? Where are you? Oh, my God! I'm the worst dad ever!
Beverly: [laughing evilly] You have failed, Geoff! Geoff...
Erica: Geoff? Geoff, wake up!
Geoff: [wakes up] [gasps] Oh, thank God. I had this horrible dream where... where your mom was trying to take the baby, a-and there was ice cream and a song and... Where's Muriel?
Beverly: She's right here safe with me. [Geoff screams] I'm sorry if my ice-cream truck's music invaded your dreams. I brought bagels.