Opening scene: I standing with ear up against bathroom door, Babe locked inside. Inner monologue: "Is she going potty? I hear something? Everything's child proofed, right? No, she can't reach the matches. Wait... we don't own matches. What's taking her so long? How could this take over ten minutes? I'm forgetting something."
Cue to Babe: "Sqeeeeeeeeeeee!!! TOILET PAPER!!!! MUHAHAHAHHAHA!" End scene: I picking up an entire shredded roll, too big for confetti, too small for intended use.