"Is dinner like this every night?" Lewis asked Uncle Art as Carl came out with the second course, PB&J.
Wilbur and Celeste shook their heads, "No yesterday we had meatloaf." Uncle Art answered Lewis.
"You should've been here Lewis; it was ten times as messy as this!" Celeste exclaimed to the young inventor as she pointed to the meatball sauce in Wilbur's hair. She giggled as Wilbur picked up one of his own meatballs and threw it at her. Celeste glared at Wilbur as she took out her slingshot. His eyes went wide as he pushed Lewis under the table.
"HEY!" Lewis shouted, bonking his head in the process.
"It's for your own good…" Wilbur explained as he was hit with noodles.
"This is very true Lewis. You don't want to get mixed up in one of their food fights." Grandpa said. Lucille nodded in agreement with her husband. "They are far worse than Franny and Uncle Gaston." Lucille agreed. Lewis made an 'is-that-even-possible' face under the table.
Wilbur picked up a spoon and placed a meatball in it and fired. Celeste dodged it and flung some more noodles Wilbur's way. He stepped towards his right, knocking Uncle Art over.
"Hey, need any help there Wilbur?" Uncle Art asked him.
"No fair, illegal help from an adult!!" Celeste shouted as she flung another meatball towards Wilbur, accidently hitting Uncle Art.
He looked at his niece, "Now, this means war." Uncle Art Smirked as Uncle Gaston handed his meatball cannon to his brother. Celeste's mouth dropped, "I am sooo dead." She exclaimed as Aunt Billie came over to help the poor girl.
Aunt Billie smirked, "Would this help?" Celeste's eyes went wide and she beamed at her Aunt.
"Yes, this would be perfect."