I'll stand on the stairs...

"DADDY, DADDY", they both exclaim as they hurry around the upstairs corner into my room.

"There's a sound, a 'Grrr..., Gruhhhh', in the kitchen," Eliza announces.

"It's just the refrigerator", I dismiss.

"NO, it's coming from the PANTRY!" she insists, this time encouraging the requisite buy-in from her counterpart.
"Yeah."

"Oh," I reply, "I'm sure its a giant pickle," relying on theme humor to remove the intensity from their a-feared eyes.

"OK," she announces, "Garrett, let's go downstairs to see what it is. I'll stand on the stairs while you go see."