A few minutes ago Tim pushed Charlie into the house looking like this …

Du-u-de, don’t ask.

LURA: Uh oh, what has Charlie done now?

TIM: *mutter* *mutter* … pandemonium … *mutter* *mutter* … Charlie Manson … *mutter* *mutter* … dog … *stomps off*

LURA: Charlie, why are you splotched with mud and looking stoned?

CHARLIE: Um … nothin’.

LURA: Is this one of those things I should pretend I didn’t see?

CHARLIE: Yeah, if you could, that’d be great.