The Dursley’s

[Vernon stomps into frame with a briefcase, face red as he shouts into a phone.] Vernon (huffing): “No nonsense! Perfectly normal, thank you very much!” [Petunia swoops in with a feather duster, peering through curtains suspiciously.] Petunia (sniffing): “No funny business on my street!” [Dudley waddles in, clutching an ice cream cone in each hand, stuffing his face gleefully.] Dudley (muffled): “More sweets, Mum!”