DJ: Yeah, six years of being jumped and egged. Chowder: What? Come on, you're gonna break a six-year streak. I don't think I'm going trick-or-treating this year. Chowder: Oh, speaking of which, have you decided? Skullzor or Crypt Keeper? DJ: Chowder. In one day and three hours it's candy time. Nebbercracker's Lawn Chowder: Aw, cheer up. Walters: Why do I have to roll down the window? We're gonna be late! Mrs.
Walters: Why did you put up your window? DJ: Chowder. Walters: Then why don't you keep it off, Chowder? Mrs. Walters: You would be so happy if he was under the car, wouldn't you? Chowder: Sorry. Walters: Where is DJ? Where's DJ? Chowder: I'm fine. Walters: Just let me drive this thing, will you? Mrs. If anything happens, call the police and hide in your closet. Walters: Elizabeth will be here in a few hours. Walters: Yeah, you don't wanna forget that. Will you be an angel and help me bring out the incisor? Mrs. Neither of which was as lovely as your beautiful mother.
Of course, it was with binoculars and involved the lovely Jensen twins. When I was your age, I did exactly the same thing. “What's happening to my body?” Right, buddy? Mrs. You cannot stay up in your room all day, staring at an old man through a TELESCOPE! DJ: But, Mom, there's something wrong with that house. Walters: Okay, honey, we've talked about this. Nebbercracker: Stay away from my house! Mrs. Nebbercracker: Then get out of here! Eliza: My trike. Ow! "Stay Away From My House!" Nebbercracker: Oh, get off my lawn! Trespasser, do you want to be eaten alive?! Eliza: No.