Mr. Turner is blinded by Dinkleberg's blinding plaque.
"What else could go wrong?"
Vicky burns down Timmy's barricaded door.
Vicky laughs and an angry Mr. and Mrs. Turner begin to punish Timmy harder.
Vicky and Mr. and Mrs. Turner see what Timmy had done.
"Uh, this isn't what it looks like."
Timmy accidently fires the rocket launcher got from television.
Mr. Turner's boss arrives to give Mr. Turner a cleanest house award.
Mr. Turner's boss sees the trashed Turner house.
Mr. Turner's boss throws the award to Dinkleberg.
Mr. Turner's boss throws the money too.
Dinkleberg becomes happy for getting awards and money because of having cleanest places.
Mr. Turner can no longer take Dinkleberg getting awards and money that should have been awarded to him.
Mrs. Turner takes away the magic remote after finding out that he defied her.
Mrs. Turner gives the magic remote to Vicky.
"We're going to have a word with our irresponsible son."
"Have a nice violent talk..."
"I'll see you tommorrow!"
"Hey wait, that's my remote!"
Mr. Turner catches Timmy to confront him.
"Which you deliberately used to disobey us..."
"And then you busted up the house..."
"And wrote that lie on the wall?"
"What is wrong with you?"
"But it's not my fault. It's Vicky's. She's evil..."
"She's always being mean to me.."
"And always getting me into trouble!"
"Oh, did she turn on your TV?"
"Did she give you this bazooka?"
"Which I can't fire at the Dinkleberg's house..."
"...because it's out of ammo!"
"Then why should we believe anything you say?"
"When I get back from the ammo store..."
"YOU ARE IN A LOT OF TROUBLE, YOUNG MAN!"
"Wow, I never seen you so miserable."
"I should take another picture."
"THEY DIDN'T BELIEVE ME ABOUT WHAT I SAID ABOUT VICKY..."
"And if I was a kid forever..."
"I wouldn't have to lose you guys!"
Timmy's parents come back with ammo.
Timmy's parents become shocked.
"But he can spell 'Dinkleberg' just fine!"
Hey! Where the heck am I?
And who is that girl? She's too pudgy to be Strawberry Shortcake!
"Donut"? That looks more like a bagel!
Get away from me, you sugary brats!
Uh-oh. We're in trouble now.