[[BoxJam and Ms. BoxJam are in bed]]
BoxJam: God I'm exhausted.
Ms. BoxJam: Me too - Shh! - I hear something!
BoxJam: It's Little BoxJam! It sounds like he's headed for the bathroom! He'll pass by here and - want something!
Ms. BoxJam: Feign death!
[[BoxJam lies on the floor, Ms. BoxJam in bed, both with X's for eyes]]
[[BoxJam lies on the floor, Ms. BoxJam in bed, both with X's for eyes]]
Ms. BoxJam (whispering): I think the coast is clear.
Ms. BoxJam: We'll burn for that.
BoxJam: But we'll be well rested.