It must be the rubble.

Okay, honey.

Hi, neighbor.

Hi, Fred.

Let's turn in no place.

I love that opera.

I can hardly wait for the first cadenza.

Aren't you boys overdoing it a little?

Let's hurry or we'll be late.

Have you got the tickets, Fred?

Got the tickets.

For the killer, for the killer, for the killer, for the killer.

Love your dress.

Oh, thanks. Fred.

Fred, what's wrong?

Fred, what's wrong?

Fred, speak to me.

He can't talk, Wilma.

He's in a state of shock.

From the crash?

What else?

With thick skulls, it sets in a lot later.

Quick, let's get him to bed.

Are you kidding?

Miss the opera on economy?

A little dizzy spell?

No, you three run along.

I'll be fine.

What?

And leave you alone?

Are you kidding?

Me leave without my buddy?

Look, you two go ahead.

You're all dressed up for it anyway.

I'll babysit Fred's shook up head.

Sure, it's a good idea, pal.

Why waste the tickets?

Now, go ahead.

That's an order.

You sure you'll be all right?

What can happen with Barney here?

Yeah, don't call me Band-Aid Barney for nothing.

What do you think, Daddy?

Well, it's only for a few hours and Barney will sit with him.

I feel terrible doing this.

Hey, Fred, it worked.

My idea, wasn't it?

With thick bloody foot unbowed, you bowl tonight.

My captain, my captain.

Hurry up and get your bowling ball.

Oh, I feel hot tonight.

Well, what?

How are we gonna get into town?

The girl's got the car.

Hey, how about hitchhiking?

Oh, sure, sure.

And maybe the wives will give us a lift back home.

Don't you get it?

We gotta go to town, bowl, and beat them back here.

I got it.

Simple.

We go the overland route.

Not your crazy egg beater again.

Oh, sure, I fixed it.

I added king-size flippers so it could carry a heavy load.

Even a fat one.

If this gadget doesn't work, I'm gonna unload a heavy load of five fat knuckles on your nose.