"Maybe one day we'll get a pet. Stay hopeful." Kendall says, with a smile.
The group decided to switch things up and head to the beach for some water fun, armed with their water guns.
"Prepare for battle, for glory, for victory!" Carlos declares enthusiastically.
Logan rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. "Oh dear."
Camille notices Logan's expression and asks, "What's the matter, Logan?"
Logan explains, "Every time we have a water gun fight, Carlos goes all out like a Roman gladiator ready to conquer us all."
Camille chuckles, "It seems like he's just excited to have you join in on the fun."
Logan hesitates, "I appreciate that, but I'm concerned about my shoulder. Maybe I should sit this one out until it's fully healed."
Carlos rushes over to Logan, "You okay, buddy?"
Logan nods, "I'm fine, just being cautious about my shoulder. I don't want to risk any setbacks in the healing process."
Kendall chimes in, "I never considered how the game could impact your shoulder. Sorry about that, Logan."
Logan reassures him, "No worries, Kendall. It's not your fault."
James suggests, "Maybe there's a way for you to still join in on the fun without straining your shoulder."
"Just march to the beat of your own drum during the water gun battle," Katie suggests with a mischievous grin.
"But I'll be an easy target if I slow down," Logan replies, hesitating.
"Are you sure, Logan?" Carlos questions.
"I'm afraid so, guys," Logan admits reluctantly, feeling like he's disappointing his friends.
"We can't imagine the fun without you, Logan. There has to be a way for you to join us," Kendall chimes in.
"How?" Logan wonders aloud.
"Well, what if we swap out the water guns for water balloons? That way you can still have fun without overdoing it," Katie proposes, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
"That just might do the trick. You're a genius, Katie-Bear!" Logan exclaims, pulling her into a tight hug.
Katie lets out a giggle and returns the embrace, grateful for the chance to include her friend in the game.
"We need water balloons first. Unfortunately, we don't have any with us," Logan states. "In that case, we should go to the store," he suggests.
Kendall, however, expresses his concern, saying, "My mom isn't here at the moment to take us shopping for them. What are we supposed to do now?"
Camille, trying to come up with a solution, asks, "Doesn't the Palm Woods have a storage shed with outdoor water fun items?"
James recalls, "Yeah, I remember seeing Buddha Bob restocking it for the summer a few months ago. All the items should be ready for use now that the weather is nice and warm enough for cooling off in the summer."
Realizing the importance of finding Buddha Bob, Kendall adds, "We need to find Buddha Bob now. He could be anywhere, doing maintenance work all over the Palm Woods."
Just then, Katie points in the direction where Buddha Bob is standing and says, "Found him."
Approaching the group, Buddha Bob greets them, saying, "Hey guys."
Curiosity getting the better of him, Logan questions, "I know I'm going to regret asking this, but why do you have a fishing pole when the nearest beach is probably a very long distance from here? It would take hours to drive there."
Nonchalantly, Buddha Bob replies, "I was fishing my bananas out of the pool," as if it were a normal occurrence.
Logan, bewildered and speechless, looks at him for thirty seconds before finally responding, "Why were your bananas in the pool? You didn't still eat them anyway after they were submerged in chlorine, did you? You know what, don't answer that. I'm scared the answer is yes. Anyway, I'm getting off topic. We need your help. We need the water balloons from the storage shed to have a water balloon battle and beat this heat."
Buddha Bob, willing to assist, says, "Sure, I can help with that. I have the key for the shed right here on my tool belt."
Expressing gratitude, Logan says, "Thanks, Buddha Bob."
Polite as ever, Buddha Bob replies, "You're welcome. Which one of you is coming with me to help carry the water balloons back here?"
Excitedly, Carlos volunteers, "I'll go!"
James, matching Carlos's enthusiasm, adds, "Me too."
They both follow Buddha Bob to the pool area, where he opens the storage shed.
"Whoa, look at all these water balloons! We're gonna need a ton if we want this battle to last longer than thirty minutes," Carlos exclaims.
"You got that right, dude," James agrees.
After selecting their desired water balloons, they realize that carrying everything back to Palm Woods Park will be a struggle.
"I've got a solution for that. You can borrow my wagon to transport everything," Buddha Bob offers, pulling it out of the storage shed.
"Wow, thanks Buddha Bob! That's really kind of you," Carlos expresses his gratitude.
"We really appreciate your help," James adds.
"No problem at all. Let's hurry back so nobody gets fried in this intense heat today," Buddha Bob suggests.
They load the water balloons into the wagon and make their way back to Palm Woods Park.
"Great, you're back! But where are you planning to fill up all those water balloons?" Kendall asks.
"And do we really need that many?" Logan questions.
"We'll fill them up in the sink at the Palm Woods lobby bathroom," James explains.
"And yes, Logan, we do need all of them. There was an anarchy of water balloons in the pool storage shed," Carlos clarifies.
"You mean an artillery?" Logan corrects him.
"Yeah, that's what I meant. What did I say?" Carlos asks, unaware of his mistake.
"The wrong word," Logan replies.
"Again? Oh man, I messed up once more," Carlos says, disappointed in himself.
"Don't be too hard on yourself, Carlos. You're just really excited about the water balloon fight," Logan reassures him.
"But I know you don't like it when I make vocabulary mistakes. It upsets you," Carlos admits.
"I'm sorry if I come across as harsh when it comes to improving your vocabulary. I push you because I believe in your potential to get better. You have this drive to be the best version of yourself, just like when you strive to excel at Mario Kart or collect countless TMNT toys, shirts, and accessories. You can do it, Carlos. You just have to believe in yourself," Logan encourages him.
Carlos declares his agreement and proceeds inside with James to prepare the water balloon. The completion of the task consumes approximately an hour, after which they cautiously transport the water balloons back outside using the wagon. Mr. Bitters observes silently, harboring suspicions about their activities but refrains from intervening at that moment.
Katie expresses impatience upon their return, remarking, "Finally! We've been waiting in this scorching heat." Carlos, filled with enthusiasm, exclaims, "Let's begin!"
The group engages in a lively water balloon fight, running around, laughing, and playfully throwing the balloons at each other. Logan, in a fit of laughter, attempts to target Carlos but fails to stop in time when unexpectedly confronted by Mr. Bitters, resulting in a collision with a tree in the park. Logan, clutching his injured shoulder, falls to the ground in pain.
Concerned, Camille inquires about his well-being, to which Logan responds, blaming Mr. Bitters for the accident. Kendall, visibly upset, demands an explanation from Mr. Bitters for causing Logan's injury.
"I am here on a mission of utmost importance. Those water balloons you are mindlessly tossing around like untamed beasts were actually pilfered from the pool storage shed!" Mr. Bitters declares.
Raising an eyebrow in puzzlement, Kendall responds, "What on earth are you babbling about? No one stole those water balloons."
Mr. Bitters insists, "Those imbeciles filled them up in the lobby restroom and brazenly carted them out in a wagon right under my nose!"
Looking downcast, Carlos mutters, "Imbeciles?"
"Why were you spying on us, you weirdo?" James demands.
Mr. Bitters replies matter-of-factly, "Well, it is part of my responsibility to oversee activities in the lobby. It is a crucial aspect of my duties as the manager of the Palm Woods."
"Is it also your duty to crash our water balloon fun without warning?" Katie retorts.
"I am simply confronting the perpetrators," Mr. Bitters asserts.
Carlos speaks up, "I have never stolen a single thing in my entire life. James and I had nothing to do with those water balloons."
"I witnessed a clandestine mission to the lobby bathroom where you and your tall accomplice emerged with a wagon brimming with water balloons! Mr. Bitters barked, clearly enraged.
"The tall one? I have a name, you know. It's James," James retorted, his tone laced with frustration. "Don't reduce me to just my height. Kendall, Logan, Carlos, and I have made this place our home for a year now."
"Before you jump to conclusions, Buddha Bob kindly granted us access to the pool storage shed for some summer fun. We simply grabbed what we needed, with his permission," Carlos explained, his voice tinged with annoyance. "Were those water balloons meant specifically for you, by any chance?"
"No, I simply dislike you all," Mr. Bitters quipped, unfazed by the explanation.
"You're being irrational! The pool storage shed is meant for all residents of Palm Woods to enjoy. Just because you have a personal grudge against us doesn't make us thieves," Kendall fired back, his frustration palpable.
"Kendall, let's save the argument for later. Right now, my priority is getting my shoulder checked out. I'm in a lot of pain," Logan interjected, his voice strained with discomfort.
"You're absolutely right, Logan. Your well-being takes precedence over engaging in any sort of dispute with this woeful excuse for a man," Kendall declares.
Mr. Bitters, taken aback, retorts, "Excuse me?"
Kendall shoots back, "What? You're quick to hurl insults at us, but can't handle it when the tables are turned on you? How hypocritical of you." With a supportive hand, Kendall helps Logan to his feet. "We're heading to urgent care. My mom is on her way - Jo filled her in on everything. We just need to make it to the parking lot."
Logan expresses his gratitude, saying, "Thank you, Kenny. Thank you too, Jo."
Mr. Bitters warns, "This isn't over. You'll repay me for those water balloons."
Katie, unable to contain her frustration, snaps, "When will you learn to keep your mouth shut?! Pay for them yourself, you intolerable monster!"
In the parking lot, Ms. Knight arrives, visibly anxious. "Logan, sweetie, are you alright?" she inquires.
Logan climbs into the car, wincing in pain. "I'm not sure, Ms. Knight. My shoulder is throbbing so intensely, I fear it may be dislocated again. I just want to make sure everything's okay."
"Hang tight a little while longer, Logan. We will reach the urgent care center in approximately 15 minutes," Ms. Knight assures.
Upon arrival at the urgent care facility and settling into the waiting room, the group takes a seat in the plush chairs provided.
"Hey, there's a fish tank over there. It must be quite calming to gaze at in such a stressful environment like this medical office," Carlos observes.
"It's actually helping me relax at the moment. I need something to take my mind off the pain in my arm," Logan groans, looking over at Katie. "You seem unusually quiet. Is everything alright?"
"No, it's all my fault. You being here, your shoulder hurting again, it's all because of me. I caused this," Katie confesses, filled with guilt and regret.
"Wait, what are you saying? How could any of this be your fault?" Logan asks, puzzled by her self-blame.
"If I hadn't suggested that water balloon fight, James and Carlos wouldn't have gone to fill them up in the bathroom, and we wouldn't have stayed in Palm Woods Park, leading to Mr. Bitters confronting you and causing you to crash into the tree," Katie explains.
"My dear Katie-Bear, none of that was your fault. I had a great time during the water balloon fight. It made me forget about my shoulder injury and feel normal again. You helped me relax. I had so much fun because I was playing with you, the best little sister ever," Logan reassures her with a soft smile.
"Really?" Katie asks, wiping away a tear.
"Yes. We all know Mr. Bitters is always angry about something. Even minor things set him off. We don't have to let his negativity affect us just because he's a difficult person," Logan explains.
"You're absolutely correct. Mr. Bitters is a colossal nuisance," Katie begins, only to be interrupted by Logan's swift hand over her mouth, silencing her potential vulgarity.
"If you're about to utter what I fear you will, please refrain from completing that sentence," Logan pleads, removing his hand tentatively after Katie playfully licks it.
"I was going to say 'neck'! What on earth did you presume I was going to say? Some profanity pertaining to a donkey, perhaps?" Katie retorts exasperatedly. "I have better sense than that. I know better than to use inappropriate language unsuitable for my age."
"I understand, Katie. But in times of distress, even the most well-behaved individuals may accidentally let slip some unsavory language," Logan explains.
A female nurse enters the waiting room, searching for Logan Mitchell. "Logan Mitchell," she calls out, scanning the room.
"Here I am, ma'am," Logan responds, standing up.
"Wait, Logan," Carlos interrupts, placing a helmet on him. "You're not nervous, right?" he asks, grinning.
"Thanks for lending me your hockey helmet, Carlos. I really appreciate it every time you do," Logan expresses his gratitude before signaling to the nurse that he's ready.
"Do you want me to come with you, sweetie?" Ms. Knight offers.
"I'll be fine, Ms. Knight. Thank you for the kind offer," Logan declines, following the nurse to an examination room.
"What brings you here today?" the nurse inquires.
"It's a combination of outdoor water activities and a difficult apartment manager," Logan explains as he takes a seat on the examination table.
"Could you please provide more details about what happened?" the nurse asks.
"Sure," Logan agrees, proceeding to explain everything that occurred at Palm Woods Park.
"Oh my goodness, that's a lot for you to handle. Don't worry, you're in good hands. Please follow me to the x-ray room," the nurse reassures him.
Logan complies, and they return to the examination room two minutes later. He's extremely worried that he may have dislocated his shoulder again and mentally prepares himself for that possibility. A doctor enters the room with Ms. Knight and closes the door.
I have the results of your x-ray, Logan. Allow me to display them on the screen and dim the lights so that you may perceive them with utmost clarity. I was informed by Ms. Knight that your aspiration is to become a doctor," the doctor articulates.
"Ever since I was a mere six years old and received a toy doctor kit from Santa Claus during the enchanting Christmas season, it has been my fervent dream. I indulged in playing with it every single day, even resisting slumber just to engage with it. I still keep it nestled beneath my bed at the illustrious Palm Woods," Logan reveals.
"That is truly remarkable. Continue to pursue your passion," the doctor commends, proceeding to project the x-ray onto the screen and extinguishing the lights. "Now, this is your right shoulder. There is no indication of a recurring dislocation, but there is some inflammation in your muscles due to the impact of the tree you collided with," the doctor explains.
"I notice that my tendons remain unaffected, which is a positive outcome," Logan observes.
"An astute observation, Logan. You are undoubtedly on the path to becoming an exceptional doctor in the future. The only hindrance I perceive is your choice of headgear. May I inquire as to why you are donning a hockey helmet?" the doctor queries.
Chuckling, Logan responds, "Oh, this? It belongs to my friend Carlos. He adorns it wherever he goes. This helmet holds immense sentimental value to him, as his father bestowed it upon him at the tender age of six, igniting his passion for hockey. Before I returned here with the nurse, he kindly lent me his hockey helmet to alleviate my anxiety. Surprisingly, it has proven to be quite effective, as I no longer feel overwhelmed."
"Well, I must say, Carlos' gesture is truly heartwarming," the doctor remarks. "I shall prescribe some anti-inflammatory medication for your shoulder, as well as a muscle relaxer. Consuming these two pills will undoubtedly provide you with a greater sense of comfort."
"Thank you," Logan expresses his gratitude.
Ms. Knight interjects, "How long will he need to take the medication?"
"I would recommend a duration of approximately two weeks. Typically, it would be one week, but considering the intensity of his pain upon arrival, an additional week will prove to be highly beneficial," the doctor advises.
"Gratitude, Doctor," Ms. Knight expressed.
"It is my pleasure. Logan's prescription has been arranged and dispatched to the nearby pharmacy for collection," the doctor informed.
"Marvelous. I shall retrieve it promptly," Ms. Knight stated. "Are you prepared to head home, Logan?"
"Absolutely, ma'am. I am eagerly anticipating relief from this persistent shoulder ache," Logan replied, leaping off the examination table.
"Very well, my dear. Let us depart at once," Ms. Knight declared, leading Logan back to the waiting room.