This is Papa Bear. Put out an APB for a male suspect, driving a... car of some sort, heading in the direction of, uh, you know, that place that sells chili. Suspect is hatless. Repeat, hatless.— Wiggum
Bart: Keep your voices down, boys. We didn't come this far to get found out.
Homer: Found 'em! You kids are in big trouble, running away from home like this!
Bart: But they stole our lemon tree!
Homer: I don't care what excuse you've got. Nothing's going to stop me in the middle of this speech. You're gonna -- lemon tree?!
Bart: This whole raid was as useless as that yellow, lemon shaped rock over there. Wait a minute, there's a lemon behind that rock!