"So, Hank, what do you think of i-" Dale was suddenly interrupted by Hank, firmly responding "No." "Aw, come on Hank!" Bill whined. "It'd be an opportunity to be famous!"
"Yes, famous for pretending to have a mental illness. Come on, you guys - you know Bill is a slob, not a hoarder." Hank said.
"Well, how do you know that, Hank? Inside Bill's mind recently?" Dale spat back. "He's right! Hank, unless you've been inside my mind you can't tell if I'm actually a hoarder or not! Hell, I could be the worst type there is."
"Bill, your house is messy. It is in no way similar to a "Hoarder" house."
"Well, then, can we try to make it look like a hoarder house?" Dale asked.
"No. I don't want any of you cluttering Bill's house any further." Hank stated.
"But can it really get much worse?" Dale asked, before having this conversation interrupted by one Bobby Hill, running out of the house, panting heavily.
"Dad! Guess what?!" Bobby asked with excitement. "What, son?"
"I just made a pie with Mom! You want some?" Bobby happily asked.
"Bwaaagh!" Hank screamed in disgust.