"Depending on what you're referring to."
"Mom, we have a crisis!!"
"Oh no. What is it? Did you lose someone? One….two….three….four..."
"No, no. We're all here."
"Phew. Then what's the crisis?"
"It's Darius' birthday, but he needs help getting in the spirit."
"Kids, I'm sure he has his own friends he'd rather spend his day with."
"That's just it. We want him to spend the day with us."
"Only if it's not a bothersome too…"
"Darius."
"Darius."
"Well....okay."
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!"
"Darius, follow us. I know a place that's always open."
"BE BACK BEFORE EIGHT...….AND NO MAKING THE ONIONS CRY!!"
"Don't worry, Hilda. I'll make sure the day goes by without any troublemaking."
"Thank you, Nana. What did this town do to ever deserve you? You're too kind."
"I'll see you in a few."
"NANA, keep up. We're almost there."
"Boys, remember what your mother said. I'm responsible for you now."
"We know. We promise not too...*Booof*.....*Booof*
"Ouch, my head."
"My core!!!!"
"Apple?"
"Darius!!"