After the boat ride, the kids went back to Otto and Reggie's house to hang out in the garage. This gave Reggie and Sam a chance to work on the Zine and catch up on what needed to be finished. Twister went on telling stories about his uncle.

"And when I was younger," Twister started, "he uses to pull Lars and I out of school just to take us to the toy store or whatever. Of course, my mom and dad didn't like that, and he had to stop. He nearly got into it with my dad over that."

"Why did your aunt kick him out?" Otto asked. "He's so cool."

"It had something to do with him always being fired and not keeping a job. There were times he was unemployed and babysat Lars and me." Twister said. "I was pissed she left him. He was so fun to be around."

"What I can understand is how Lars flipped like that." Otto chuckled.

"He has been acting weird." Twister shrugged.

"Don't let him being pissed off for no reason get you down," Otto said. "Come on, let's grab some food in the kitchen. I'm starving."

Otto and Twister got up from the couch and looked at Reggie and Sam to see if they were coming.

"We will be there. Just give us a few." Reggie said.

Once the boys went inside, Sam braved it and asked, "Reg, what did you really think of Twister's uncle Ramon?"

"He seems harmless. How come?" Reggie asked.

"Because there had to be a reason why Lars flipped out like that. And I found it a little weird he was pretty handsy with Otto, always putting his hands on his shoulders." Sam pointed out. "Maybe that's just me."

"I guess he did seem friendly, but I don't want to assume anything," Reggie said.

"I don't know...just a theory but do you think Lars was...you know..." Sam said.

"Sammy, you can't make accusations like that without proof," Reggie interjected.

"Eh, it's just a theory," Sam replied.

"Like your second puller theory?" Reggie chuckled.

"Exactly. Come on. Let's grab some food. Otto bringing up food just made me hungry." Sam said as he ran into the kitchen.

Reggie typed up a final sentence and followed Sam into the kitchen. They found the boys making macaroni and cheese.

Twister didn't get into his house until 11:30 at night. The moment he got in, Lars approached him.

"Where the hell were you?" he freaked out.

"Whoa...take it easy. I was out with my friends." Twister said.

"Till 11:30? Why didn't you call?" Lars asked.

"Why are you freaking out on me?" Twister asked, confused at how unusual his brother was acting.

"Sorry...it's just...just call next time, got it, dork?" Lars said, trying to gain composure back.

Twister nodded his head. He walked towards his room only for Lars to call back, "Hey, Twister."

"Yes?" Twister turned around.

"Did...did Ramon say anything?" Lars asked.

"No. He took us on a boat ride, which was pretty cool. You should've come when he offered." Twister said with a smile.

"But he didn't say anything else?" Lars asked.

"No. Why?" Twister asked.

"Just asking," Lars said. "Look, just take it from me...don't be alone with him. And that goes for Rocket Dork and what's his face. Just listen."

"I don't know where you are getting at, bro. Ramon isn't that bad." Twister said.

"Fine. Don't say I didn't warn ya." Lars said and walked back to his room.

Twister stood in his spot, somewhat baffled at how his brother was acting.