Mr P r i n g: (angrily) Bang! Bang! Bang! What are the Kings doing at seven o'clock on Sunday morning?
Mrs P r i n g: Well, Mr King is singing.
Mr P r i n g: Yes, but what's the banging noise?
Mrs P r i n g: (looking out of the window) He's standing on a ladder and banging some nails into the wall with a hammer. Now he's hanging some strong string on the nails.
Mr P r i n g: And what's Mrs King doing?
Mrs P r i n g: She's bringing something pink for Mr King to drink. Now she's putting it under the ladder, and... Ohh!
Mr P r i n g: What's happening?
Mrs P r i n g: The ladder's falling.
Mr P r i n g: What's Mr King doing?
Mrs P r i n g: He's hanging from the string. He's holding the string in his fingers and he's shouting to Mrs King.
Mr P r i n g: And is she helping him?
Mrs P r i n g: No. She's running to our house. Now she's ringing our bell.
Mr P r i n g: I'm not going to answer it. I'm sleeping.