Paul: I got you a Whopper and fries from Burger King.

Kyle: Food!!!!

Paul: Yeah.

Kyle: Food!!!! Food!!! Food!!!! Food!!!

Paul: Enough! Now eat!

Kyle: Food!!!! Food!!!! Food!!!! Food!!!

Phillip: Why does he keep repeating himself? *plays Checkers with Arthur*

Arthur: I don't know. Checkmate!

Phillip: Doh!

Kyle: Food!!!! Food!!! Food!!!! Food!!!!

Lewis: Irish accent* What is wrong with that lad?

Paul: Not sure. Get me some detergent!

Lewis: *gives Paul some Tide detergent*

Paul: *whacks Kyle with a cartoon mallet*

Kyle: *out cold with cartoon stars floating above him, and his tongue sticking out*

Paul: Anyone want his Whopper and fries?

Lewis: *Irish accent* I'll eat it, lad.

Paul: Enjoy, Lewis!

Lewis: *takes a bite of Kyle's Whopper*

Paul: *puts Kyle in the washing machine, and the detergent, then a lit cartoon bomb, and slams the machine lid shut, and puts it on machine wash hot*

Washing Machine: *operating, and the bomb explodes nonstop from inside, but doesn't do any damage*

Stella: Isn't Kyle gonna get blown up to smithereens? *worried*

Paul: No.

This story was written on Saturday, April 29th, 2023.

A/N Kyle is acting all awkward! He wasn't always like this! Hmm! 🤔 Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.