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| Good heavens! Joe, our little boys are inside! I hope they're all right! | |
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| Oh now, honeybunch. Don't you fret. | |
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| But look! The police have drawn chalk bodies on the sidewalk! | |
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| Now, now, sugarplum. It's probably just some dang kids, fooling around. | |
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| We have to get inside. Go light one of those stink bombs, and throw it at that really big cop's head. Then we can run inside. | |
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| Good thinking, my little candy kiss. I always knew it would pay off to marry the high school valedictorian. | |
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