Scene:
3:30 AM
All household occupants are sleeping peacefully.
Except the smallest, a stowaway named Evan.
A piercing scream pierces the quiet, piercingly.
The groggy male caretaker is instantly on his feet, scrambling to the scene of the crime.
Groggy Male Caretaker: What's the matter, Bubs?
Evan: It HURRRRTS!
Groggy Male Caretaker: What hurts?!?
Evan: I wanna hold it!
Groggy Male Caretaker: Hold what? What's going on?
Evan: The butterfly! Wanna hold the butterfly! Wanna hold it!
Groggy Male Caretaker: Don't we all, Son. Time for bed.
Evan: Nigh-nigh, motorcycle!
Groggy Male Caretaker: Good night, Son.
Groggy Female Caretaker: What was the problem?
Groggy Male Caretaker: Butterflies.
Groggy Female Caretaker: Again?
Groggy Male Caretaker: Can't trust 'em.
Weirdest late night experience - Go!
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