Arthur: (in a fantasy sequence...) Uh, what's for breakfast?
Mrs. Read: (smiling) I don't know. Your father always made breakfast.
(Arthur and D.W. give odd looks)
D.W.: So there's no breakfast?
Mrs. Read: (giggles) No!
(knowing they will starve without Dad around to make the meals, Arthur pats his stomach as it growls loudly)