(Stephanie and D.J. catch Michelle swimming in the kitchen)
Stephanie: Having fun, Michelle?
Michelle: Surf's up, dudes.
D.J.: Surf's up, dudes? No, your time's up, dudette. I'm calling Dad.
Stephanie: Wait. Is there any possibly way we can get blamed for this?
D.J.: Not this time. Look at her. She's a sitting duck.
Stephanie: We got her now! Dad, get in here!
D.J.: Hurry up!
Danny: (enters the kitchen) Girls, what's all the...
(he accidentally steps into the pool)
Michelle: No shoes in the pool!
Danny: Girls, you better have an explanation for this.
Stephanie: He's blaming us. This is a nightmare!
D.J.: Dad, it's not our fault! Michelle dragged in her pool, Michelle filled it with water, Michelle blew up her floaties, and Michelle threw herself a pool party.
Stephanie: Dad, the keyword here is... "Michelle".
Danny: Well, if you saw her do all those things, why didn't you try and stop her?
D.J.: Because you let her do whatever she wants.
Danny: No, I don't.
Michelle: Yes, you do. I'm a little princess.
Danny: Uh-oh. This is all my fault.
Stephanie: What?! She's off the hook again?!
D.J.: She is really good!
Danny: She is not off the hook. (to Michelle) Okay, little princess. You and I need to talk. Michelle: Am I in big trouble, mister?
Danny: Yes, ma'am. Stand up, please. (to Stephanie and D.J.) Girls, if you'll excuse us for a moment, I need to talk to Michelle about her very first punishment.
D.J.: Nail her, Dad! And if she tries to pull any of that cute stuff, think of your wet shoe.
Danny: I'll remember that.