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Gallagher: But maybe I’d better take teddy to Garrett and Georgia, they must be so upset after that burglar broke in.

You’re still here!? Burglar: Don’t look at me, you’re the one who saved while I was still on the lot.

Gallagher: Definitely not going to think about the fact that he’s been here in our house for nine years.

Gavin: At least he didn’t steal any of your toys.

Ginger: Look, forget about the burglar. The more important issue is that I would like Hal Capp to die please. Haha! No!

Garrett: I’m just gonna paint my feelings.

Gabriella: Move. Georgia: You move first. Gabriella: MOVE! Georgia: I CAN’T. You’re blocking the door!

Gavin has taken up a new hobby - flower arranging.

Garrett and Georgia strike me as the kind of kids who’d adore dressing up, so I let Georgia pretend to be a pirate, not that you’ll get to see it.

Headmaster time! Gavin: Think I can get him with a water balloon? Not if you want to get into private school. Gavin: Good news! I don’t want that. OK, but Ginger does, and if you spoil this for her, she’ll probably want you dead too.

Ginger: *poot* Really? While he’s eating? Ginger: Turns out I want to annoy my brother even more than I want to get into private school.

And yet somehow, they managed it!

Georgia: OK, he’s gone, you can stop pretending to be our dad now.

Story time with Gallagher and Garrett.

Gallagher: Computer’s broke. I LITERALLY JUST BROUGHT THAT, HOW!?

Ginger and Gabriella: *supernatural floating* Gavin: Girls are so weird.

Gallagher: Toilet’s occupied toilet’s occupied toilet’s occupied toilet’s occupied toilet’s occupied toilet’s occupied toilet’s occupied toilet’s occupied toilet’s-

Ginger: Got an A+! That private school education’s paying off already!

She also brought home an influential friend.

That can’t be safe. Gallagher: Honestly, it’s fine.

Homework party! Gavin: Where’s mine? You don’t want to know.

Georgia: I’m ready for my close-up.

Georgia: Oh, that’s what that means!

Mildly incestuous backrubs, my favourite.

Time for a nice family dinner. Although I have no idea why everyone’s refusing to sit in that seat. Ginger: Chair’s haunted. Pretty sure it isn’t.

Then they ran out of groceries. Gabriella’s motives were highest, so I sent her out to Old Town Stores, only to discover none of those stores are grocery stores, oops.

Got there in the end.

Georgia and Garrett enjoy their last few moments as children.

Georgia: Bet I grow up cuter than you. Garrett: You didn’t last time.

Synchronised wishing!

And they both grew up well.

Georgia celebrates her first day of teenhood by spying on the nanny, dressed only in a towel.

Followed by some angry dancing. Garrett: George, we can’t hear the TV. Georgia: SOUNDS LIKE A YOU PROBLEM.

Garrett’s OTH is Tinkering, same as Gallagher, so he starts helping out with the car.

Garrett: Holy shit, that nearly landed on my head!

Georgia: Incesty backrub? Gallagher: Yes please!

Sharla: I know who I want a backrub from!

Can you not?

Sharla and Buck:

Lucy: What the fuck? Isaac: Wasn’t me.

Burglar:

OH FUCK OFF.

Good thing I left the burglar alarm installed, eh?

Burglar: SHRIEK! Paramedic: I’m not mad, just disappointed.

Paramedic: That said, I’m still gonna fuck you up.

Georgia: No amount of snowmen for breakfast can sate my rage.

Car’s nearly done! I don’t have the heart to tell them they need a licence to drive it.

Gavin: EPIC DRUM SOLO!

Sushi for dinner. Once again, everybody avoids that chair for some reason. Garrett: Chair’s haunted. Yeah, I’m still pretty sure it isn’t.

Gabriella: Not bad considering I only got hired this morning.

Had a look at everybody’s relations and somehow Gavin and Ginger are the only ones not friends. Ginger: And it’s gonna stay that way if you keep trying to tell me that disgusting joke.

Georgia: If he comes back a third time, I’m ready.

Garrett: Zzz... George, we can’t hear the TV... Georgia: When you wake up, you’re gonna be so glad I didn’t switch it off.

Gabriella: Seriously? Gavin: I was very hungry.

Garrett: No, no, listen to your music, I’ll deal with the trash, shall I?

Time for a big sibling outing with even more incesty backrubs. My treat, don’t say I never give you anything.

Georgia: Amazing how they managed to fit earmuffs and a scarf in this tiny box.

Garrett: Food.

Gabriella: The usual, please. Walter: I’ve never seen you before in my life. Walter: Happily I magically know what you want anyway.

Ginger: INTRODUCING... THE NEW(SON) KIDS ON THE BLOCK!

Walter: Oh, thanks for the makeover, by the way. That No NPC Revert hack works great!

Garrett’s painting skills certainly have improved.

Garrett: So next time, we’ll say “better call an ambulance...”

Garrett: ‘...But not for me!’

Gallagher’s sleep schedule got messed up and he decided he wanted to win a cookery contest, so I decided to go for it because I never know when to give up.

Robert: Oooh, snacks! Gallagher: Wait but that’s... never mind.

Take two! Gallagher: Actually, I kinda have to pee. Hold my space?

Too late, I’ll have to buy a whole new table for take three.

Gallagher: Um, I seem to be stuck with the decoy meal. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?

Gallagher: Worst day of my life. You got burgled twice. Gallagher: I said what I said.