Leni: Come on Lily, get out of the bathroom. I gotta go potty.
Lisa: Lily is in her room, not the bathroom. You should know, being that I already told you.
Leni: I thought her room WAS the bathroom.
Lisa: No. Her room is my room.
Leni *giggles* Your room is her room? Come on Lisa, that makes no sense.
Outside
Anthony: Ok, so which one of us gets to go in first?
George: We can't go in at the same time?
Anthony: Well, I guess we could, I just think it would be better for both of us if we went one at a time.
George: Oh, ok. Then…ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS!
Anthony did Scissors and George did Water.
Anthony: You can't do Water, you said ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS.
George: Did I say we were using standard ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS rules?
Anthony: …Touché. But what wins between Scissors and Water?
George: Water. If you throw a pair of scissors in the ocean, you ain't gettin' those scissors back.
Anthony: No. Scissors wins because…nope, Water wins.
George: I know. That's what I said.
George ran inside. Anthony stood there awkwardly waiting for George to come back out.
Anthony: Man, I really wish something of interest would happen.
Little did Anthony know that behind him in the distance, Dialga was arm-wrestling with Groudon.
George came back out, now with Leni.
Anthony: That was fast.
George: I KNOW! I'm that good.
George threw a Poké Ball, sending out his Ditto.
George: So Leni, which Pokémon do you wanna fly on?
Leni: Hhhm, I don't know.
George: Articuno it is.
Ditto used Transform and turned into Articuno.
George: Tell me, have you ever seen NeverEnding Story?
Leni: No. But only because I don't have time to watch a movie that goes on forever. Especially not one that has two sequels.
George and Leni got on Ditto and flew off.
Anthony: …..Well, it's time to do this. I'm SO looking forward to it.
Anthony knocked on the door.
Lincoln: Who is it, Lana?
Lana: *groan* Anthony.
Lincoln: Don't let him in!
Lana: Duh.
Lana boarded up the door. Anthony could see she was doing that through the window.
Anthony: Come on, I just wanna ask if any of you wanna be on a game show with me.
Lola: A game show? I say we let him in.
Lincoln: Nobody wants to be on a game show with you.
Lincoln shut the curtains.
Lola: I wanna be on a game show with him.
Lola opened the curtains.
Anthony: Come on, out of all elev…wait, where's Lily?
Lincoln: She's in her room because she's mad about something. And I get the feeling she's mad because of you somehow.
Anthony: ….We already talked about that a lot last week. So anyway, whoever wants to be on the game show with me, raise your hand.
Lola raised her hand.
Lola: Me! Me! Me! ME!
Anthony: …Anybody?
Lola: ME! I am raising my hand! Pick me! Pick me! PICK. ME!
Anthony: …..Come on now, it's not hard. You just move your arm in an upward motion. Like so.
Lola: That's what I'm doing!
Anthony: ….Raise your hand, and I will pay for your college.
Everyone else raised their hand.
Lola: I already am raising my hand! How do you not see that?!
Anthony: Okay great, everybody's game show ready now. I choose…
Lincoln: Ah, ah, ah. You didn't say we had to go on the game show with you. You just said you'll pay for our college if we raise our hands.
Anthony: ….Well played.
Lola was now standing under a big neon sign that said "My Hand Is Raised!" and jumping up and down.
Lola: Just look at me already!
Anthony: …Seriously, not a single one of you besides the girl in the bad Peach cosplay wants to do it?
Everybody besides Lola pointed down and imitated a noise you would hear on a game show when someone gets an answer wrong.
Anthony: …..Well, looks like it's either game show with her or no game show at all, so…..just sign here…I guess.
Lola: Finally!
Lola opened the window and Anthony handed her the sign-up sheet.
Anthony: And if you wanna write one of your sister's names or Lincoln's instead of your own, that would be just fine. In fact, I encourage you do to so. Why must we always write our own names when we sign something? That is so selfish. We should acknowledge our loved ones as much as possible.
Lola handed the sign-up sheet back.
Anthony: ….Is your name by any chance not Lola?
Lola: No, it is.
Anthony: Drat.
Lola: So, what game show are we gonna be on? Press Your Luck? Chain Reaction? Match Game?
Anthony: Huh. I didn't know you were a game show fan.
Lincoln: Well, you didn't even know HER NAME, so…
Lola: I'm not a game show fan. I'm a winning money fan.
Anthony: Well then I should probably tell you that it's a game show where you win prizes, not money.
Lola: Oh. Well in that case…
Anthony: But you can still sell the prizes we win, assuming I don't want them.
Lola: Hhhm…that's better than nothing I suppose. But seriously, why were you refusing to pick me?
Anthony: Not because you irritate me, if that's what you were thinking.
Lola: …..If you don't like my voice, that doesn't give you the right to…
Anthony: I didn't say anything about your voice. Although yeah, I don't like your voice either.
Lincoln walked over to Anthony and slapped him in the face.
Lincoln: STOP BEING MEAN TO US!
Anthony: ….Ok, I'm done here now, so I'm gonna leave.
Anthony turned around.
Lincoln: Anthony, wait. Before you go, why don't you stand on that piece of wood that has your name on it?
Anthony looked down and saw a piece of wood that had "ANTHONY" written on it in orange paint. It was leaning up against a rock.
Anthony: Ok, sure. That sounds fun.
Anthony stood on the piece of wood.
Lincoln: No, not the whole thing, just the edge.
Anthony: Ok.
Anthony stood on just one end of the piece of wood.
Lincoln: Hey Lisa, where's that anatomy book you said I could borrow?
Lisa: Right here.
Lincoln took Lisa's big huge book and dropped it onto the side of the wood Anthony wasn't standing on. This flung Anthony into the air.
Anthony: *screaming*
Lincoln: …..Aw dang it, I had a really witty one-liner, but now I can't remember what it was.
Lily was in her room throwing a tantrum. This tired her out, so she grabbed her blankie and fell asleep.
