Shawnee: Hold up there.... whoa....
Shawnee: Okay, it's starting to get dark. Let's go in and get dinner. Fishsticks tonight! Yum!
Quinn: Okay. Sounds good. Lemme round up Arrow and we can head in.
Arrow: Woof? WOOF! WOOOF!
Quinn: What is it, Arrow? You got the scent of something boy?
Quinn: Shawnee! Look at him! He's on the trail of something for sure! He's a great tracking dog!
Shawnee: Oh, like last time, when he was on the trail of Mr. Thorne's socks?
Quinn: (ignorning Shawnee) I'm coming, Arrow! Heya!
Shawnee: But he's headed for the edge of the property! We can't go..... QUINN!!!
Shawnee: Stupid boy. Getting us into trouble. Well, we'd better follow him, hu girl?
Quinn: Hup! Yeah! Hang on, Arrow! I'm right behind you!
Arrow: WOOF! WOOF!!!
Quinn: What is it boy? You okay?
Arrow: *whine... whine*
Quinn: What did you find, boy?
Quinn: Oh my.... Why would anyone.... but....
Quinn: SHAWNEE!!!! Shawnee! You'd better see this!!!
Shawnee: Particularly interesting sweat socks this time?
Quinn: Just shut up and look, okay? This is serious. Good boy, Arrow. Good boy!
Shawnee: What the.... I wonder how long it's been here.
Quinn: I dunno... I can't believe anyone would leave it just laying here... we gotta... what are we going to do, Shawnee?
Shawnee: We're going to take it inside and... and Mr. Thorne will know what to do.
Shawnee: And maybe he'll know why someone would just up and leave a baby fairy here...