Mom: Well this is ridiculous. Move over you girls. Come on Dad, this baby needs food.
Dad: Honey, youíre the worldís best cook, but food doesnít cure everything.
Mom: Never you mind, I think this calls for pizza!
Dad: Oh wellÖÖ.. in THAT caseÖwith anchovies!!
Mom: Thatís better, now what's the problem, dear?
Laurel: Well, Iíve never been away from home before. Iíll be all alone in this box for days and days. I might getÖ. scared.
Dad: Baby, nothing to be afraid of. Youíll be wrapped in the finest bubble wrap we can find.
Dad: Iíd go with you but I canít stand going that long without a smoke. You donít want me to burn you up, do you? Plastic makes one heck of a stink.
Laurel: Thatís ok Dad, it will be good to get away from your smoke. :) Iíll miss you though.
Mom: Never mind your Father, Honey Bun. Heís just teasing. Here, eat this pizza up then have some pop-corn. Iím sure youíll feel better.
Laurel thinks: Look at that guy, he even smokes in here.
Mom: Isnít this lovely? A pizza party in a box. Sounds like a great slogan for a Pizza franchise.
Laurel: Thanks Mom, Iím going to miss you.
Dad: Iím going to miss you little girl. Whoís going to bring my slippers?
Laurel: Very funny Dad, you donít have any slippers.
Dad: But if I did, I would.