Scott turned to watch as Gem and Gemma came out of the training room, wary of their special brand of chaos. Out of the corner of his eye, he also saw Dillon watching them from where he leaned against his car. "Ready?" Dillon called to them.

"Yes," Gem replied as the twins crossed the Garage.

Dishes forgotten, Scott stared as the twins climbed into Dillon's car and they roared out of the Garage. "Scott!" Summer snapped.

Scott turned around, there were dishes piling up in the drain pan. "Sorry, Summer. Do you know where Dillon and the twins went?"

"Dillon said last night that they were going to a street fair," Summer replied. "Dr K even approved of it because the rest of us were taking today off."

"Oh," Scott said, methodically drying the dishes, "How did I miss that one, anyways?"

"You and Flynn decided to play SSX in your room after dinner. Dillon won't go in your room because he's afraid the stuff will swallow him whole." Summer replied.

"Please tell me you're joking." Scott muttered.

"I can't tell when Dillon's joking, Scott. He might have been serious," Summer replied. "In the meantime, what are we going to do with our day off? I think Ziggy's going to convince Dr K to do something."

Scott sighed, "I should get started on that jeep, Summer. I mean, my dad did take the time to have it brought over here when they were done."

"That isn't the answer I was looking for," Summer replied, "just take a day, Scott. Unless Dr K breaks her word of a day off, we have a full day and we can spend it doing Trio stuff. I've wanted a Monopoly rematch anyways."

"Can we watch a movie instead?" Ziggy asked, startling them both.

"A movie?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, Dr K said she'd watch a movie, and I thought that we could see Milo and Otis because it's a good feel good movie." Ziggy replied.

Before Scott could answer, Summer spoke up, "Milo and Otis is such an adorable movie. It's perfect. Scott, go get Flynn while I put these dishes up."

Scott glanced at Ziggy, who smiled, "Might as well, Scott. The sooner we get the movie going, the less she'll have to complain about, no?"

"Fine," Scott replied, he put down his towel and headed upstairs to find Flynn who would, no doubt, be thrilled to watch a movie, no matter who watched with him. It was that irreverent thought that pushed Scott to find Flynn, if only so that he had someone who would appreciate the movie's funnier points.