Fisher is excited to move the Harry Potter books from Daddy’s and Papa’s room into theirs. He brings them to Daddy one by one, until only the Half-Blood Prince is missing.
A couple thuds echo through the house, separated by Fisher mutterings, made unintelligible by Cory’s louder dialog with her doll. She’s trying to comb out some impossible knots in the girl’s hair before the two of them head out on a trip somewhere. Sounds like it could be Mexico.
D (loudly, from their room, to be heard over Cory): Fisher, you better not be making a mess in there. (Pause.) You better not be taking out all the other books from the nightstand without putting them back. (Pause.) Because if you just throw them all around in there that would make a huge mess. (Pause.) And, I don’t want to clean up another big mess, since I just cleaned up the big mess in your room. (Pause.) That wouldn’t be very fun for me.
F: Okay, Daddy. I’m not making a mess.
More thuds. More muffled muttering. After a bit, Daddy walks in there.
D: Have you found the Half-Blood…(looking down at the nightstand)…um, Fisher…
F (smiling big and stepping around on his tiptoes): See, Daddy, I’m not making a mess in here. (Pause. Daddy stares.) What, Daddy? (Waving a Vanna hand.) Do you like my rows?
Daddy busts out laughing, before picking him up and throwing him, now laughing as well, on the bed.