 And then we got in trouble for blowing up fireworks in the parking lot. My father goes, that's enough already. Yeah, Zippy didn't like it either. That's enough. Stop. You're just playing the monkey. Right. Yeah. Monkey did it. Throw the cigarette lighter in his hands. I have. That was Zippy's escape. That's his finale. Thank you for making me laugh every morning. Oh, thank you. Thank you for listening. Thanks for Zippy.