One peaceful night, Maxwell took Twinkle out.
TWINKLE: Whoa. Nice-lookin' joint. Where are we?
MAXWELL: This is... (sigh) This is my old home.
TWINKLE: Not a bad-looking place. What happened?
MAXWELL: I was just so naughty, they kicked me out.
TWINKLE: (sorry for him) Oh... I'm sorry.
MAXWELL: Yeah, anyway... What happened to you? What's your story?
TWINKLE: (chuckles quietly) Well, you see, my family thought I was...
(voice fades as they walk away)