 Daddy. Now listen, you big chief rain in the face. It's past your bedtime now. If you're going to scalp us, you'd better hurry up. I'm going to shoot you with my bow and arrow. Bang, bang. Drop dead, Daddy. Drop dead, dear. Hurry up. It's past her bedtime. Oh, all right. Oh, that was fun. Let's do it again. And this time, I'll be a Dakota Indian. No, no, darling. Now, we've had a lovely evening. It was such fun, but it's too dark now. And I don't want Daddy dropping dead anymore. He may stumble and break a leg. Ha, ha, ha.