Wortle: Father you're back from your business trip!
Lortle: Hoot, yes, it's good to be home, son.
Wortle: Did you get me anything?
Lortle: Ah yes indeed. I wasn't in the propinquity of a traditional gift shop, but there was a pet store.
Lortle: Here you go son! It is a genuine Texas Brown Tarantula, great for kids.
Action: Wortle's father brandishes a hideous, giant tarantula from his overturned hat.
Action: Late that night, we see poor Wortle huddled in his bed. The giant tarantula lurks on his dresser.
Texas Brown Tarantula: Yes, yes, go to sleep. Your ear hole will make a wonderful playground for my hungry, squirming young.