off.
- A week off?
That's great. Are you guys
going to the lake or something?
- No, the backyard.
- Backyard?
I just want to hang around
the house and relax.
Relax? Good luck with those maniacs
you got living next door.
- Have you met the Klopeks yet?
- No.
No, I haven't.
Nobody on the block has.
But I did talk to the real estate broad
that sold them the place.
Apparently, their last house
only burnt to the ground.
- Really?
- Yep.
A hideous, raging inferno.
[Sniffing]
Neighbours from hell.
Maybe.
Whatever it is, I'm glad I'm not
the one who lives right next door.
Come on, let's face it.
These Klopeks are strange.
I've been watching that house
ever since they moved in.
No one goes in.
No one comes out.
No visitors.
No deliveries.
What do you think
they're eatin', Ray?
Well, maybe these people
Just want to keep to themselves, Art.
Remember when the Knapps
lived next door?
How many conversations did you
have with the Knapps? I had two.
- Oh, come on.
- They didn't even say goodbye
when they moved.
Oh, please.
Don't even compare the two.
At least,
if they weren't conversational...
the Knapps were semi-normal.
They worked in their yard. They mowed
their lawn. They had a lawn to mow.
These Klopeks... We don't even know
how many of them there are.
[Boy]
There are three of them.
They only come out at night.
Ricky Butler says
they're nocturnal feeders.
Oh, Ricky Butler says.
Last week when I was up on the roof
with my telescope...
I saw them in their backyard.
- What were they doing, honey?
- Digging.
- Kind of like grave diggers?
- Maybe.
All right, that's enough
of this conversation.
I want you to stop spying on the Klopeks
with Ricky Butler.
And I'd like you to stop filling
his head with such half-cocked theories.
- Where you goin'?
- I'm gonna change into my vacation togs.
Are you done with your eggs?
I'm gonna mix the zinnias in
with the rest of the flowers.
The man at the nursery said...
- Boy, that really burns my ass.
- What?
[Rumsfield] That old fart.
He's got the best lawn on the block.
And you know why?
Because he trains his dog
to crap in my yard.
- [Rock Blaring]
- Hey, Mrs Rumsfield.
No tan lines this morning.
Looks nice.
- [Continues]
- That kid next door is a meatball.
[Rumsfield Sighs]
Peterson.
He came out in his robe last night when
the foreigners were making that racket.
He didn't do one thing.
- [Continues]
- So, what are you gonna do first?
I don't know.
- Hey, did I show you my new tools?
- No.
These are great.
[Clears Throat]
Carol's father gave them
to me for Christmas.
[Grunts]
Huh?
- Look.
- Oh, those are beauties.
- You gonna build something with those?
- I think so.
Probably.
Hey, what time does
the ball game go on?
I think it's at about 1:00.
You want to go down to the deli
and get one of those beef sandwiches?
No. I'm thinking of getting one of
those electric garage door openers...
- [Door Creaking]
- And installing it.
[Creaking Continues]
- [Crow Cawing, Insects Buzzing]
- [Door Shuts]
[Softly]
Ray. Ray!
Ray, come here.
What is it?
It's my neighbour.
Hey, one of the Huns
came out of the cave.
Why don't you go say hi?
Well, yeah, I guess I could.
This would be
the perfect time.
If you go talk to him,
we could see what he's like. Go.
[Ray]
You could say hi to him too.
- But he's your neighbour.
- No, he's your neighbour as well.
But you share a property line with him.
We're all on the same block,
so you could go too.
We're all in the same town,
but you're next to him.
If he was gonna borrow anything,
he'd come over to your place.
Well, he's busy now.
He's not busy. Now he's goin' in.
Go now because if...
He's going back in. If you were
gonna say hi, you should probably...
He's going into