One afternoon, Sheldon was carefully aligning his comic books in order of scientific inaccuracies when he noticed something unusual outside, the house next door had a "For Sale" sign. He pressed his face against the window, watching intently as a teenage girl was talking to the seller. A new neighbor meant the possibility of disruptions, loud noises, or worst of all, a baby or a pet. Determined to find out if his future was at risk, he squinted, analyzing her every movement. Just then, Missy stomped into the room, noticing his odd behavior.

Missy: What are you doing, Sheldon

Sheldon: I am conducting an observational study to determine whether our potential new neighbor will bring unnecessary disturbances into our lives.

Missy rolled her eyes.

Missy: So, spying? Ooooh, maybe she’s a secret agent! Or a vampire! Or both!

Sheldon: Missy, be serious. Vampires do not exist, and secret agents do not typically move to neighborhoods with ‘For Sale’ signs announcing their arrival.

Missy: You don’t know that. Maybe she’s here on a mission to investigate the weirdo next door.

So, Sheldon devised a plan: he would approach her with a carefully crafted questionnaire. However, as he was about to sneak outside, Missy beat him to the punch.

Missy: Mom! Sheldon’s about to go interrogate the new neighbor!

She yelled. Mary rushed into the room.

Mary: Sheldon, honey, you are not going over there bothering people!

Sheldon: It’s not bothering, it’s a scientific inquiry!

Meemaw: Aw, come on, Mary. Let Moonpie have his fun. Maybe he’ll find out if she’s got a pet tarantula.

Sheldon’s eyes widened in horror.

Sheldon: That would be the worst possible outcome!

Later that night, it was dinner time, everyone sat at the table

Mary: Let's say grace.

Sheldon puts on his mittens as usual, everyone holds hands.

Mary: Thank you, God, for the food we are about to receive and for the nourishment of our bodies and bless the hands that prepared it. Amen.