Morgan (dialing the phone): Nine, one, one. Hello? Yes, I'm stuck here and I can't get down. My parents are outside fighting. Listen. (holds phone towards the backyard)
Mr. Feeny (heard from the backyard): You're drowning my floribundas!
Morgan: They just shot the neighbor! (waits for response) Hold on. Let me ask. (shouting to the backyard) Mommy, what's our address?!