Father: *adjusts newspaper and looks over the top of it as the celler hatch flames and collapses* *glances upwards as Ivan calls down from above* *blinks as robot versions of Vic and Ted leave the celler* *frowns at the sound of thumps and crashes from above* *raises eyebrows as the robots pass back through the living room with wrapped packages under their arms reminicent of Jack, Mairin, Jason, Shanker and Goat* Yes, I did return home early from work. No, I don't understand any of this...