Oh. Wallpaper's a little faded.

That's okay. Carpet's a little loose.

Hardwood floors!

- Hey. - Hello.

[gasps] Oh, Monica!

It's so beautiful!

I know!

- So I'm here, ready to play. - Okay.

I brought a bunch of stuff for the house.

So check it out. Ha-ha.

What's this?

That's a dog. Every house should have a dog.

Not one that can pee on the roof.

Well, maybe it's so big

because the house was built on radioactive waste.

And is this in case the house sneezes?

No, no. That's the ghost for the attic.

I don't want a ghost.

Well, nobody wants a ghost.

But you've got one.

Because the house

is sitting on an ancient Indian burial ground.

Wait a minute, the house was built on radioactive waste

and an ancient Indian burial ground?

That would never happen.

Okay, obviously, you don't know much

about the US Government.

- Hey! - 'Hey.'

I need to talk to you!

Sure. What's up?

Oh, sorry. I meant Chandler.

[chuckles] I-I know.

Well, if something comes up..

Well, I'm glad you guys have passed

that little awkward phase.

Okay, my boss, Joanna..

...when you left

she started asking questions about you--

Oh, oh, liked what she saw, huh?

Dug my action, did she?

Checkin' out the chan-chan man.

That was...surreal.

Okay, what do you think? You interested at all?

Yeah, she seemed cool, attractive.

- I'll do it. - Oh, thank you, Chandler!

This is so great! She's gonna love me. Oh.

Hey, dinosaur attack. Quick, everybody into the house!

[screaming]

[imitating dinosaur]

Alright, Phoebe, you know what? T-t-that's it.

That's it. Right?

No dinosaurs, no ghosts

no giant dogs, okay?

They're not the right size, they're not Victorian

and-and they just don't go.

Okay. Fine.

Come, dinosaur, we're not welcome

in the house of no imagination.

Uh, Pheebs, while we're hovering around the subject

I just have to say that dinosaurs

they-they don't go "ruff."

The little ones do.