The next day, Richie walked down the stairs. Howard was confusingly looking at the taken-apart television. Richie stopped at the end of the stairs and looked at Howard.
"Hey, Dad.. I'm sorry about yesterday." Richie said, depressingly.
"Richard, what do you mean you're sorry?" Howard said. "Did you take the TV apart?!"
"No, Dad." Richie said. "Don't you remember?"
"What do you mean? You didn't take the television apart? I thought thats what you're admitting." Howard said.
"Oh...Uhm...It must have been a bad dream! Sorry, Dad!" Richard said, running back upstairs.
"Now I am even more confused!" Howard said.
"Oh, Howard. You are always confused." Marion said, from the kitchen.
"Once again, Marion. Sit on it!" Howard yelled.
"Every time you say that, I think you're getting frisky.."
"No, Marion... Well, THE TELEVISION CAN WAIT!"
They ran upstairs, and the credits roll.
The end.