"You can't keep me in this box!" Paul scolded. "I am still your father. Are you boys listening to me?"
Bryan and Don stare down into the box at their shrunken dad.
"Well, it is difficult to hear you, dad," Brett said with a big grin.
"Yeah, speak up," Don said, trying, and failing, to keep a smirk off his face.
Paul DeSoto folded his arms across his burly chest. "You can't do this!"
"Dad, you'll feel better after a good night's sleep," Don said.
"No! Listen to me!" Paul shouted.
But, in a sudden move, Don closed the lid over the box, muffling his small dad's protests.
Don turned to Bryan. "Well, I'm calling it a night." With the box in his hands, he headed toward his room.