Deed, just go to the spa and relax. Pop and I are doing fine taking care of the, uh--...

Stu Pickles: [walks out of the basement whilst talking on the phone] Deed, just go to the spa and relax. Pop and I are doing fine taking care of the, uh--
[notices the crate is gone; lowers the phone]
Stu Pickles: Pop, wh-where's the crate?
Lou Pickles: [wakes up in his rocking chair and reads the receipt] Oh, I-I guess the delivery folks must've come.
Stu Pickles: Wow! They loaded her up and everything, huh?
Didi Pickles: [over the phone] Stu! Let me talk to Tommy.
Stu Pickles: Sure, I'll let you talk to Tommy. Uh--
[notices Tommy's not there; holds the phone against his chest]
Stu Pickles: Pop, uh...
[looks around frantically]
Stu Pickles: Where are the kids?
Lou Pickles: [stands up and shrugs] That's funny. They were here a minute ago, playin' in the, uh...
[they turn to see the front door wide open]
Stu Pickles, Lou Pickles: The crate!
Stu Pickles: [picks up the phone] Ah, honey! I'm gonna have to call you back.
[hangs up and shoots his father an angry look]