Katie scoops up Angel as Andy finally gets the chance to trim her nails.
"Good job," Andy praises. "Remember when I mentioned to your dad that I'd bring Angel over this weekend? Now's the perfect time for him to meet her. Is he home?"
"No, he's out with friends at an art gallery," Camille explains. "He's supporting a co-worker whose painting is on display all day."
"Well, why don't you hold Angel for a picture and send it to him?" Andy suggests.
"I can hold her?" Camille asks.
"If you're comfortable with it," Andy replies. "But it's okay if you'd rather not. We'll figure something out."
"I'd love to hold Angel," Camille says, taking her gently from Katie. "She's such a sweetheart. Hello there, little cutie."
Logan snaps a photo with Camille's phone, grinning as he hands it back. "Nice work, Cami! You look amazing with Angel. Your dad is going to adore this shot."
Suddenly, the front door swings open, catching everyone off guard as Mr. Bitters strides in. "I'm here to inspect this apartment, so clear the way immediately," he barks, his tone sharp.
"What the heck?! You can't just barge in here without a heads-up! That's got to be against the rules!" Kendall protests.
"It's not, but what is against the rules are these filthy animals in here," Mr. Bitters retorts, his eyes narrowing at Tyson and Angel.
"They're not filthy! How are they a problem?" Andy interjects, defending the pets.
"A large, intimidating dog and a fluffy cat could pose a risk to anyone with allergies in the Palm Woods," Mr. Bitters states, his glare unwavering.
"Just because Tyson is big doesn't mean he's dangerous. He's a gentle giant who adores kids. He's no threat to anyone here. And Angel is just as sweet. They're with us, not bothering any other residents. So why don't you just leave?" Katie counters, standing her ground.
"I'm not going anywhere until those animals are out of here," Mr. Bitters insists.
Frustration bubbles over. "Mom, Mr. Bitters won't leave us alone!" Katie yells.
Ms. Knight storms into the living room, fury radiating from her. "What do you think you're doing barging into our apartment without permission?! Do you have any idea how much stress you're causing us?! Get out of our home NOW!" she demands, her voice filled with anger.
"I have yet to commence my thorough inspection," Mr. Bitters declares.
"Why the need for an inspection of our humble abode? Is it just ours that has sparked your interest, or have you subjected the other inhabitants of Palm Woods to this peculiar scrutiny?" Kendall inquires.
"It is solely your residency that has drawn my attention, as I harbor a deep disdain for all of you," Mr. Bitters replies.
"Since the day we arrived, you have set your sights on us! It's unjust! Why single us out?! What have we done to deserve this treatment?" James demands, his frustration evident.
"From the moment you, the hockey enthusiasts, your unruly sister, and your domineering mother took up residence here, you have been nothing but a source of chaos and anguish in my life," Mr. Bitters explains.
"You're not exactly the easiest person to be around, you know. Your attitude makes it tough for anyone at the Palm Woods to hold you in high regard. Instead of demanding respect, you should focus on earning it through kindness rather than being domineering and harsh," Camille points out.
"Totally true. You're really harsh," Jo chimes in.
Mr. Bitters rolls his eyes. "Whatever. You're just kids. I don't owe you any respect. I'm still going to conduct my inspection, starting with this area. I need to ensure that every apartment is safe. You four knuckleheads have a knack for causing trouble in the lobby and pool area. What if you're hiding something dangerous in here?" he retorts.
Kendall raises an eyebrow. "Hiding something dangerous? Like what?"
"This. What's this?" Mr. Bitters says, picking up BuddyBot.
"Hey, that's mine! Don't touch him," Logan protests, snatching BuddyBot back.
"That contraption could be a military-grade weapon of mass destruction," Mr. Bitters warns.
Logan stares at him in disbelief before responding, "What?!"
"It's truly baffling how your brain operates at times," Kendall remarks.
"Do you really believe BuddyBot poses a threat? How so? He's not a weapon! I created him when I was just six! Do you honestly think I had the capability to design something sophisticated enough for military use back then?!" Logan exclaims, clearly frustrated.
"Well, you are a genius, aren't you? The Spanish one never misses a chance to boast about your so-called 'brilliant intellect'," Mr. Bitters retorts.
"Spanish one? I have a name, and you know it's Carlos," Carlos replies, clearly offended.
"I don't bother to remember any of your names, even if I do know them," Mr. Bitters shoots back.
"You're so strange," Katie comments.
"Says the friendless, miserable little troll girl," Mr. Bitters snaps.
Katie's fury ignites as she seizes her Nerf gun, aiming it at him. "Insult me again! I dare you! Go ahead!"
"Uh oh. Her anger just skyrocketed from 0 to 60 in no time," Logan observes, stepping in quickly. "Katie, go cool off in your room. You need to take a break from this stressful situation."
With a sigh, Katie concedes, heading off while still glaring at Mr. Bitters.
"What's happening with that boy?" Mr. Bitters inquires, his gaze fixed on Steven, who appears utterly frazzled.
"He's drowning in the toxic, stressful environment you've fostered. This is really detrimental to him. And for the record, I've mentioned his name multiple times—it's Steven," Andy replies, frustration evident in his voice.
"Andy, I believe the best way for him to unwind is for you two to head over to Katie's room," Logan suggests.
"Great idea. Let's go, Stevie," Andy responds, guiding him toward Katie's sanctuary.
