Guys, Kay is our heiress! (Woo!)
Calcium was second, and the other kids were left behind in the dust.
Of course it would be the one whose future isn’t planned out. All of them have something to pursue except for Kay.
Kay: Um… what about a part-time job?
That’s a start, I guess.
Kay also had a wish to learn how to drive, so out we went in the police cruiser.
Kay: Well, I noticed how much Mom and Dad drink and figured someone needs to be fit to drive in this family.
She was going, like, 5 miles an hour.
How. How do you rear end someone when you’re driving that slow?
Merlot had his full adult birthday while he was teaching Kay how to drive. Oops.
Hey Cal… and Cal.
Calcium: I’m pretty surprised that I’m not heiress. But Cal says that second place means I’m heiress if something… unfortunate… were to befall my sister. I want to see a ghost.
Merlot: *wishes for 10 kids*
Anyway, the ghosts are being ghostly. I have no idea where Shing got a swordfish.
Calcium: Did I miss it? I heard there was a ghost with the cowplant… oh. I was hoping for a different ghost.
A ghost of a more sisterly persuasion, I would imagine.
But Kay was off doing this.
It’s the first autonomous prank I’ve seen in a while. I think the last one was back when Lithium was getting ready to take over. Ah, memories.
Not much to say about this.
Except I didn’t tell Phosphorus to use the computer. I just waited until someone did it autonomously.
Kay: I found a boy at school. His name is Bob Summers.
No. That’s my brother’s name. Find someone else.
After school, Kay started snubbing her twin.
Kay: Don’t talk to me at school. Or ever. You’re insane and you dress funny all the time.
Argon: Let me guess. You’re going to talk smack about me wearing my swimwear too.
Argon: (now wearing a dress) At least Calcium is still talking to me. You want to travel around the world, right?
Calcium: Yeah, sure. I heard you and Kay got in a fight.
Calcium: Let’s kill her.
Kay: I leave them alone for ten minutes and they plot a murder. Typical.
Intense face is intense.
Argon: Well. I could sit here while you do your homework, but I’m done. So I guess I’m leaving now.
Argon: I’m going to play the arcade games. See, I can snub you, too.
Kay: No you can’t, you weirdo. It’s kind of a one-way thing.
Kay: Dammit. Argon usually helps me with math.
Calcium: Kay, would you read me a bedtime story?
Kay: It’s midnight on a school night, you can’t use the moodlet manager, and I’m doing homework. Can’t you go to bed without a story.
Sodium! SODIUM! I got Skyrim!
Sodium: . Now tell me more once I finish beating this giant.
I knew she’d be happy for me.
Kay: So now Argon’s seen the ghost and has fainted in her prom gown. The creep.
Kay, don’t talk about your sister that way…
Actually, that is a little creepy.
Argon: Kay doesn’t like me anymore, and it’s your fault, fridge!
Argon: Wait, I’ll talk to Mom! She’ll know what to do! She knows everything!
Argon: I’m still mad at you, though. *poke*
Argon: Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom!
Argon: KAY’S BEING MEAN. MAKE HER STOP.
*One explanation later.*
Phosphorus: Honey, I had no idea Kay was treating you like that. I’ll speak with her after school.
You mean… actually be a decent parent?
Phosphorus: I’m a GREAT parent to all FOUR of my kids!
You have five.
And finally, I have proof that the adults they send on field trips aren’t actually teachers. Because this guy is a cop and I don’t think those are two occupations you can juggle at once.
Anyway: *le gasp* Are we going to have a plot? Maybe? Even a little one?