"Now I'm in charge." thought Gramps, out loud. "Hmm... of course I'll need a bigger hat."

Gramps then swapped his usual blue hat out for a bigger blue one. He then cleared his throat and said, "Now that I'm in charge, you four can fuck off." Deadeye, Digger, Deacon Owl, and Evinrude whined after Gramps told them that.

Someone knocked on the door. It was Bernard.

"What do you want?" Deacon Owl asked angrily.

"Oh hi you rude ignorant bastard." Bernard answered.

Deacon Owl said, "Listen here you little wanker. Go fuck off back to that smelly place you call the Rescue Aid Society."

"Eh?" Bernard asked in a confused tone.

"Bernard!" Gramps yelled. "Come on up!"

"Okay!" said Bernard. "Fuck you!"

Deacon Owl gave Bernard a dirty look. The friends laughed as they went up the stairs into Ellie Mae and Luke's house and into the bedroom.

"Hey Gramps." said the mouse.

"That's boss Gramps to you!" corrected the turtle.

"What?!" asked Bernard in a puzzled tone.

"I'm the boss of this house for the day. Ellie Mae and Luke put me in charge." explained Gramps to Bernard who was pretty confused.

"Hooray!" Bernard cheered. "Woah!"

"We can do whatever we want!" said Gramps.

The door got knocked on again, this time by the Chairman. He had his delegates with him, including Bianca.

Deacon Owl facepalmed, "More mice?!"

"Hi, Deacon Owl. Is that little shit Bernard is here? He's missing a meeting. He's 69 minutes late." said the Chairman.

"I don't give a shit." argued the owl.

Gramps yelled from the window, "Deacon Owl! Tell that old prick to come up!"

"Okay." replied Deacon Owl.

"Obey boss Gramps!" yelled Gramps.

"Okay then." replied the Chairman, leaving his delegates outside.

"Come in." said Gramps in a stern tone.

"What is going on?" asked Chairman.

"What's going on is that I'm fucking in charge," answered Gramps. "and whatever I say goes."

"Okay then Bernard you better come along to the meeting. You're already late." the Chairman sternly told Bernard.

"Oh..." Bernard said sadly but Gramps ordered him to sit down.

"Listen here, you dickhead. I'm cancelling meetings today for everyone." said Gramps.

"This is completely outrageous!" yelled the Chairman.

"Well, he's in charge." said Deacon Owl.

"If you don't obey me, I'll make sure your tail is cut off by my friends, and fed to Rufus." threatened Gramps.

"Well, I'm at your service, Gramps." said Chairman while bowing.

"Then run along and tell your delegates that meetings are cancelled." ordered Gramps.

"And are you sure you want to do this?" asked the mouse.

"I'm sure your tail will be cat food if you don't obey me." answered Gramps. "Now piss off."

Chairman and Deacon Owl left the room and went downstairs. They were confused about what was going on. Gramps and Bernard laughed.

"This is fucking outrageous!" whined the Chairman. "How dare that old asshole tell me what to do!"

"Delegates, I have bad news. Meetings are cancelled, as per requested by Gramps." the Chairman said.

The mice cheered. Meanwhile...

"I wonder what the fuck we should do Bernard?" said Gramps.