Living room, just after sunrise on a Wednesday. Kelley drinks tea on the couch beside Schmoopie, who is eating oatmeal. Squirrels frolic in the trees just outside the back windows.
KARMANN: I see tree kittens. I see tree kittens. I see tree kittens! I see TREE KITTENS!!! I SEE TREE KITTENS OH MY DOG I SEE THEM THEY ARE THERE AND THEY ARE FROLICSOME!!!
CALVIN: I guess she sees tree kittens.
KARMANN: (to Cal) I DO I SEE THEM GET OVER HERE!!!
MORTIMER: (ninja moves)
KARMANN: (incomprehensible shouting)
Panic ensues as the household is overtaken by shouty dogs and swatting cats. Humans emerge victorious after several minutes of chase, and Schmoopie returns to couch, holding puffy and irritated Mortimer
MORTIMER: That’s right. I control this shit.
KELLEY: You destabilize this shit, is what you do.
MORTIMER: Exactly, mom. Exactly.
KELLEY: Who are you? Shiva?
MORTIMER: (looks away) This conversation has gone too far.