Hey, Bean. I thought we weren't supposed to jump up on the table.
OH, Wylla. Mom's upstairs working, no need to worry, she won't even know. Trust me.
OH NO! HERE SHE COMES! Be calm, Wylla. Don't move. Maybe she won't notice. We'll just blend right in with the flowers.
I think she noticed, Bean.
And I think we're in trouble.