| ==> |
360 |
| Jane: Throw down your hat to the highest point of the Midnight Crew. |
327 |
| ==> |
308 |
| ==> |
320 |
| Years in the present... |
299 |
| OK. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING. |
324 |
| ==> |
299 |
| ==> |
313 |
| ANYWAY, BACK TO THE BALCONY. |
337 |
| mister john, respectfully ask that you please stand up. |
303 |
| Roxy: Take journals. |
301 |
| ==> |
334 |
| WV: Captchalogue can of gravy. Just pick it up. |
356 |
| ==> |
392 |
| John: W8 around for anything dad may have left behind |
305 |
| BOY, YOU'RE BEING VERY STUPID. |
300 |
| ======> |
350 |
| ==> ==> |
312 |
| Jack: Carve pumpkin. |
300 |
| John: Pick up car. |
305 |