Disclaimer: Were you watching me to uncover if I own Phil of the Future. Let me save you some time. I don't.
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Mr. and Mrs. Diffy. This is your next-door neighbor, Vice-Principal Neil Hackett. I'm calling as a concerned and sympathetic neighbor -- is your daughter on drugs? I'm not calling in my official capacity as a school official dedicated to Pim's growth and well being; I'm calling because I can see her in your backyard through my hedge and I find your child's behavior disturb-- more disturbing than usual -- she's freakin' me out, scaring me silly, giving me the willies. Have you checked her eyes lately? Is she up until all hours of the night? Do you know what she does behind her closed bedroom door? I can see her right now, talking to herself or some imaginary demons her poor chemically imbalanced mind has conjured up. There! There she goes again -- swinging a garbage bag at her phantom opponents! Does insanity run in your family? How about on Lloyd's side? Whatever's inside that trash bag better not land on my side of our fence! It's your responsibility. Have you even noticed that property values have been plummeting since I moved into the neighborhood? This house is worth half what it was before I moved in. I blame it on your children's strangeness-es-es. Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time for me to have dinner with my dog.
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