 Hit that little pumpkin. Mr. Pimp. Whatever. Whatever, Don. Don, no. He doesn't even have a tan. It's not good for you. It's July. You are awfully pale, Gary. Can we go home? Not until you can hit that Mr. Pick up your bow and... Easy, hon. Yeah, easy, Mom. I suppose I'm just a little bit tired, aren't I? Let me have the bow, Gary. It's mine. Oh, look.