Dexter: The planets, the moon, make a wish, I wish for an alien lifeform! (a radioactive rock drops from the sky) Thanks! What you're made of?
No DNA found
Dexter: Oh, impossible, unless... (gasps) he escapes. Come back here. Gotcha! (sink) Drat!
Dad: Freeze, FBI! (sprays garden hose on the car, and laughs)
Dee Dee: Hi mom, nice blueprint.
Mom: (in alien voice) BRUSH YOUR TEETH.
Dad: (in alien voice) Nice Blueprint.
Mom: Help me with the table.
Dee Dee: You say it.
|"Hmm, something's still wrong, but what?!"
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