"Cornbread," Clint calls from upstairs, "and cornbread stuffing!" Beat. "Please!" That's better.

It's a few moments after Clint finds the way up to the attic that he gives another yell, and something else gives a loud chitter. Thumps and thuds punctuate his tumble back down the stairs, an irate raccoon giving him what-for. "Gah! I knew I shoulda brought my bow!"