Mrs. Rice: Where did the giant go?
Mrs. Rice: Tina, I demand to know where you hid the giant!
Tina: We didn't hide a giant, Mrs. Rice.
Mrs. Rice: But I . . . I know I saw a giant.
Mr. Joseph: I think you should go now, Mrs. Rice.
Thank you for stopping by.
Tina: I'm sorry, Mr. Joseph.
My neighbor worries too much.
Mr. Joseph: Yes, and she's a little strange too.
Mr. Joseph: You haven't introduced me to these two boys, Brad.
Brad: No, well, um, I . . .
Danny: These are our friends, Chuck and Dave.
Mr. Joseph: Well, Chuck and Dave, it's nice to meet you.
Dave: Hello, Mr. Joseph.
Chuck: Hello, Mr. Joseph.
Mr. Joseph: Did the five of you have fun today?
Chuck: Yes, we had a great adventure.
Tina: But we did run into a little bit of trouble.
Chuck: That's right, we had a few tiny problems.
Mr. Joseph: Oh, I get it.
It's a private joke, right?
Danny: Yes, just a very small one.
Mr. Joseph: Hello, dear. Did you just get home?
Mrs. Joseph: Yes, I was out shopping.
Why is everybody in the garage?
Mr. Joseph: The fuse keeps blowing.
I think we need to get an electrician.
Mrs. Joseph: Well, if Brad’s friends aren’t busy tonight, we could order [n3@some pizza and you guys could watch some movies.
Brad: Mom, that would be awesome!
Dave: Thanks, Mrs. Joseph.
Danny: Yeah, Mrs. Joseph. Thanks!
Mrs. Joseph: Okay, Brad, everybody into the house.
Mrs. Joseph: You guys decide what kind of pizza you want.
I'll be right there.
Mrs. Joseph: Do you know anything about this note?
It was with the mail.
Mr. Joseph: What does it say?
Mrs. Joseph: It says, "Be very careful.
Mrs. Joseph: A dangerous, invisible giant might be nearby."
Mr. Joseph: That must be what got Mrs. Rice so excited.
Mrs. Joseph: What do you mean?
Mr. Joseph: Never mind. It's just a game the kids were playing.
Mrs. Joseph: Well, I better go order that pizza.
Mr. Joseph: I'll be in soon.
I just want to clean up a bit.
Mr. Joseph: Tabby, have you been poking at my things?
Mr. Joseph: I hope that strange clay is still here.
Mr. Joseph: Good, it's right where I hid it—in this old nano-putty box.
Mr. Joseph: I don't know why the lab ever bothered making nano-putty.
Mr. Joseph: It never worked.
Mr. Joseph: But this strange clay—this is very, very interesting.
Mr. Joseph: I'm going to take this to the lab tomorrow.
Mr. Joseph: I can run some tests on it there.
Mr. Joseph: Come on, Tabby.
It's time for dinner.
Mr. Joseph: Did you order the pizza?
Mrs. Joseph: Yes, pepperoni and pineapple—Brad's favorite.
Mr. Joseph: I'm so glad those kids are such good friends.
Mrs. Joseph: Me too.