Bex: Phew! It smells like updog in here.

Zak: What's updog?

Bex: The sky! Ha ha ha!

Zak: Oh, I get it... Not funny.

Fisk: *plugs his nose* Ugh! She's right though, it stinks!

Doc: *opens the door* Well, unless you'd like to sleep in the car, this is the only place to stop for 20 miles.

Drew: I don't care if it's a crappy motel, get me out of that minivan! *goes in*

Zak: I told you we should've rented the 15-passenger.

Doc: I don't need my 12-year-old son telling me what to do!

Zak: *shrugs*

Bex: *inside* Hey bro... Does this look weirdly familiar to anybody but me?

Zak: *goes in* Whoa, it looks just like Doyle's apartment!

Bex: Only without the guns, or the picture of us, or the microwave explosion stain on the wall, or the syrup stain on the carpet, or Doyle.

Zak: Thank you Captain Obvious.

Bex: Welcome!

Fisk: MY TURN FOR THE COUCH! *collapses on the couch*

Bex: THAT'S NOT FAIR!

Zak: It's my turn for the couch!

Bex: I had to sleep on the floor last time we stopped, the couch is mine!

Doc: The couch pulls out! You can share!

Zak: Dad... Isn't that kinda weird?

Bex: Oh, get over yourself. We're brother and sister!

Zak: Mom and Doyle never-

Bex: *throws her hands in the air* Mom's married to Dad! If you were married who would you rather share a bed with, me or your wife?

Doc: THIS CONVERSATION IS OVER.

Drew: Fisk, bathtub. Komodo, floor. Zak and Doc, couch. Bex, you can share the bed with me.

Doc: *wilts* Aw, what'd I do?

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A/N: Yes Doc, yes it is. That conversation is so very over. I don't know what boy/girl sibling families do in hotels, but I assume either something like this or somebody gets the tub.

Is that a little weird? Tell me, I can redo this if it is.