Repair the lightbulb, ok. Got to get the lightbulb, but the shelf it's on is loose. Go to get the screwdriver to fix the shelf, and the drawer is squeaking. Grab the WD-40, but it's empty. Hop in the car to get some more at the store, and the engine's rattling. Out comes the mom to ask why the lightbulb hasn't been fixed, and the dad's answer?
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
Malcolm: Mom's powerless!
Reese: Now she's just a crazy old lady we happen to live with!
Uh, not that I'm saying anything about my mom. Nooooo.