"Where are the breakfast corndogs?" Carlos calls from the kitchen.
"Have you checked the most logical place, the refrigerator?" Kendall retorts.
"Of course I did. So where are they?" Carlos persists.
With a sigh, Kendall enters the kitchen. "If I find them in the same spot you already checked, you might need to invest in some glasses," he remarks, triumphantly pulling the box of breakfast corndogs from the fridge. "Are you 16 or 61? How did you miss this bright yellow box?"
"I don't know, no need to be so harsh," Carlos replies, shrugging off the scolding.
"It's tough love, not shaming," Kendall explains.
"I'm not sure that's the right term," Katie chimes in.
"Regardless, it's all good," Logan reassures.
"Strange," James adds.
"Maybe broaden your vocabulary a bit, Kendall," Camille suggests.
"I understand, I'll work on it," Kendall concedes while preheating the oven for the breakfast corndogs.
"Katie, behold! The SpongeBob episode Band Geeks is now airing. It is undoubtedly our most cherished episode. I implore you to join me in watching it," Carlos exclaims from the opulent couch.
"Marvelous! That particular episode never fails to elicit laughter," Katie exclaims, hastening to sit beside him.
Carlos reaches for the remote, intending to amplify the volume, but suddenly realizes that his seat is vibrating.
"W-W-W-What sorcery is this?" Carlos stammers, his voice resonating with the vibrations of the seat, yet still unaware that he has mistakenly grasped the wrong remote.
"It appears that you have unwittingly settled upon a massage chair, my dear Carlos, and inadvertently activated its vibrations," Katie explains.
"Oh, how delightful this sensation feels," Carlos utters, closing his eyes and relishing in the tranquilizing vibrations of the chair.
"I, too, yearn for my chair to pulsate with such soothing vibrations. Do you suppose it possesses the same capability?" Katie inquires.
"I cannot say for certain. Perhaps you should experiment with a button on the remote control that I have just employed, and observe its effects," Carlos suggests.
Katie presses a random button, causing her chair to propel her forward, albeit not onto the floor. "Whoa! Alas, I have pressed the incorrect button! I require assistance! I am unable to reach the remote to recline back!" she exclaims, her panic beginning to escalate.
