Mom: Get a basket. Let's pick some apples.
Rachel: How? I can't reach them!
Ricky: I'll help you, Rachel.
Ricky: Come with me.
Mom: Be careful, Ricky.
Rachel: These trees are tall, Ricky.
Ricky: Those apples look delicious.
Rachel: What are you doing, Ricky?
Ricky: I'm going to climb this tree.
Rachel: Don't climb, Ricky. It's dangerous.
Ricky: Oops!
Rachel: I got one, Ricky. Look!
Ricky: Let me try.
Ricky: It's my turn.
Ricky: Look at me!
Rachel: Watch out!
Rachel: He-he-he! Are you okay?
Ricky: Yes, I'm all right.