The Berenstain Bears, Season 2

[After Brother steals back his toy trucks and planes and puts them at a high shelf in a closet where Sister can't reach them.]

Sister Bear:
Well, I like that. Some unauthorized person has been using my modeling clay.

[Sister steals back her clay and furiously squishes the clay dinosaurs, turns them into a lump, and angrily rolls it into a ball.]

Brother Bear:
It took me a week to make those! [angrily goes to the jigsaw puzzle] Well, what about my jigsaw puzzle that some little twerp has been putting together?!

[As echoed from the book, Sister stole back her clay --which Brother made into clay dinosaurs-- and rolled them up into one big lump. Brother --on the other hand-- stole back his toy trucks and planes and hid them in a high closet shelf. And Sister could not reach them. Upon continuation, Brother angrily knocks down the puzzle pieces, everything tumbling down the floor.]

Sister Bear:
You no-good rat! I've been working on that puzzle for two whole weeks!

Brother Bear:
What about my clay dinosaurs?! I was working on them for a school project!

Sister Bear:
Oh, yeah?! Well, my clay is my clay and you're absolutely no right!

Brother Bear:
I have every right! You're always using my stuff: my skateboard, my hockey stick, my...!

Sister Bear:
Never mind about your stuff, you no-good sword head!

Brother Bear:
You're the sword head, you little silly nit-wit!

Sister Bear:
WHY YOU LITTLE OVERGROWN! YOU JUST SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

Brother Bear:
WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?!

Papa Bear:
WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON UP THERE? I WANT THAT SHOUTING STOPPED THIS INSTANT! UNDERSTAND?!

Sister Bear:
It's all his fault! He called me names!

Brother Bear:
All my fault?! It's all her fault!

Papa Bear:
[angrily roars in frustration] I don't care whose fault it is! I WANT THIS FIGHTING AND BICKERING STOPPED! STOP, YOU HEAR?! [Papa Bear, Brother Bear, and Sister Bear then argue at each other] WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS, A FAMILY FEUD?! I WANT THE NOISE STOPPED! STOP, YOU HEAR?! [Mama whistles to stop them.]

Sister Bear:
I didn't know you whistle that loud, Mama.

Mama Bear:
Well, I can. And I can also tell you that is going to be quite enough of this foolish fighting. Why, I do not think you two can remember what you are fighting about. [picks up the cubs, sits down on her armchair, and hugs Brother and Sister on her lap]