Transcript of this chapter:

narrator: That evening...
crystal: Hello, demon-hunter.
barlow: Hello, demon.
crystal: I spent the day getting acclimated to Spider Cliff. Did you know that the Matrimonial plants are always found in mated pairs?
barlow: Yeah, we have a festival devoted to those stupid plants. Good night.
crystal: Why are you turning in so soon? I was hoping you'd teach me how to play that Scatter-Tyles game.
barlow: I didn't get any sleep last night and I spent all day cleaning up that mess we made while rescuing Turnip.
crystal: The mess YOU made.
barlow: Good night.
crystal: Oh, before you go to bed, can I ask you a question?
barlow: No, thank you.
crystal: Oh, it'll be real quick...
crystal: Are you aware that there's actually provisions in the town bylaws that permits a demon to stay in town?
barlow: I am now. Great for you. Good night.
crystal: Wait! I need to ask a big favor of you...
barlow: No! Leave me alone!
crystal: Calm down... it'll be real quick...
crystal: Are you aware that there's actually provisions in the town bylaws that permits a demon to stay in town?
barlow: Whatever. I'm going to bed.
crystal: Wait! I just need a quick favor from you...
barlow: Make it quick.
crystal: Okay. Are you aware that there's actually provisions in the town bylaws that permits a demon to stay in town?
barlow: That's good to know. Now if you'll excuse me...
crystal: So I need to ask a favor of you...
barlow: Ask me tomorrow.
crystal: But all I need is for you to sign this "demon in residence" form. It's just a quick signature, then I won't bother you again.
barlow: No favors for demons. Go find someone else.
crystal: Oh, but it's gotta be you. I need this "demon in residence" form signed by the acting demon-hunter. You can sign it for me, right?
barlow: Okay, but hurry it up.
crystal: Great! I just need you to sign this "demon in residence" form so I can legally stay here. Will you do that for me?
barlow: Okay, I'll sign the form.
crystal: Oh, Barlow, thanks so much. I knew you wouldn't let me down.
barlow: Let me sleep on it.
crystal: Aw, come on, Barlow. It's just a quick signature and you're done.
barlow: You're going to be a pest until I sign that, aren't you?
crystal: Yep.
barlow: It obviously doesn't matter what I say, does it?
crystal: Not really.
barlow: All right. Let's just get it over with.
crystal: Great! I just need you and Alex and then I'm done.
barlow: Heh. Good luck getting a signature from Alex.
crystal: Actually, I was hoping you'd help me do that.
barlow: I'll see what I can do.
crystal: Thanks. You're the best, Barlow. I don't know what at, but you're the best.
barlow: Even I can't get that to happen. Alex has been going on about demon invasions since we were little.
barlow: In fact, you might want to sleep with one eye open. As his mother owns this house, he'll have no trouble getting a key.
crystal: Key? Barlow, there isn't even a lock on the front door.
barlow: There isn't?
turnip: Barlow! I'm glad I caught you!
barlow: Oh, hi Turnip. I was just heading off to bed...
turnip: No! You can't do that now!
barlow: Like hell I can't.
rebecca: We need you down by the marsh, Barlow. There's a... situation.
barlow: Why can't anyone take no for an answer today?!
crystal: Because everyone knows you have no spine.
barlow: What kind of situation do we have?
rebecca: The kind where the dead are rising from the marsh.
turnip: Zombies!
barlow: This is all your fault!
rebecca: Barlow, you knew that Crystal was apt to attract a few evil things. It's just the price of letting her stay.
crystal: Yeah, It's not like I mean to do it.
barlow: Why would there be zombies in the marsh?
rebecca: They're probably the remains of circus performers. Don't forget that Spider Cliff fought a war a hundred years ago against the Brimley and Bumbershoot Circus of Amusements.
rebecca: The war ended when the entire circus sank into the marsh.
barlow: Oh, great. Undead clowns.
turnip: Actually, It's just a few high wire acrobats and a mime, but it's still early.
barlow: Okay, let's get this over quickly.
crystal: Should I go out there to?
rebecca: Oh, Barlow and Turnip can handle it. You're already dressed for bed, so go get some rest.
barlow: You're on your own, I'm going to bed.
rebecca: Barlow Bean! If you don't fulfill your responsibilities...
barlow: Yeah?...
rebecca: No more coffee for you!
barlow: Stop holding that over my head!
rebecca: Whatever works. Now come on.