Spooked
Andy:Hey! Uh-oh, looks like we're under a Jack attack!
Robert:Yes, Andrew. And you, on this day of fantasy, are a laborer.
Andy:Yes.
Robert:Everyone, this Bert, my son. Bert, this is... a paper company.
Bert:Hello. Can I use a computer? I need to check a hurricane.
Robert:Here, use this one. [walking to Jim's desk]
Robert:Oh, look, Pin The Wart On The Wench. How did you know I was bringing my son?
Erin:Oh, I didn't. It was for us, but he can play. Bertie-boy, would you like to play this game?
Bert:That stuff's for babies.
Robert:Well, perhaps this party will awaken the baby in all of us.
Andy:Wow, who shot our grown-up party with a kiddie raygun? We're still getting it set up, it's gonna be really cool.