Transcript
The baby house watches a raccoon scrounging in Singing Cricket's lunch bag, while the two disciples train in the background. Singing Cricket, holding a staff, pleads with the house. "Come on, little buddy. Sit! Sit!" Singing Cricket looks forlornly at the "Good House-Keeping" book he found at Nanny's house. "Sigh... It's not working." The house wanders off after the raccoon.
The dwarf approaches, wiping sweat off her brow. "That's 'cause yer CODDLIN' the big wee thing! It needs DISCIPLINE. What'd ye think that STICK was for?"
- Singing Cricket looks in his book. "Well... the book DOES say they respond to physical reinforcement... But he's just a baby! HITTING him seems cruel."
The dwarf angrily grabs the staff from Singing Cricket. "Pah! It's made of wood and gods know what else. It'll barely FEEL it."
The dwarf whacks the house with the staff - WHAP. "All right, ye daft wee beastie... the master TOLD ye tae SIT!" Singing Cricket cringes. Sternly, the dwarf points at the ground. The house looks down at its feet. Dwarf looks concerned. With a WHAP, the house kicks the dwarf far off into the trees. Singing Cricket is impressed. "What a kick! ... DISCIPLINE, eh? All right, let's try a new approach...
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