Malcolm: What happened to the new mattress?
Dewey: What are you talking about?
Malcolm: The mattress! I know there was a mattress!
Dewey: Maybe it was a dream?
Malcolm: It wasn't a dream! The mattress was perfect and white and felt like a cloud! It feel out of the sky and it made me happy!
Dewey: Was it just a bed or was there a beanstalk, too?