Arthur said goodnight to your parents. He liked them very much and knew that they would be fast friends. He laughed to himself about nothing in particular and got into his night robe.

Yes, he was so extra that he wore a night robe. Not pajamas, a literal fancy robe. But it had to show his hidden rocker side too. Of course.

Arthur's extraness aside, he climbed into the bed. It was quite comfy but nothing like his bed at home. And for some reason, the room was decorated with wood paneling like and old 70s cabin. He rolled his eyes at the decor and then internally scrolled himself for acting like Francis.

With yet another roll of his eyes. He plugged in his headphones to the headphone jack on his audiobook player. He put his cassette tape in and leaned back, savoring the words.

"My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle Western city for three generations. THUMP! The Carraways are something of a clan, and we have a tradition that we're descended from the Dukes of Buccleuch, but the THUMP! actual founder of my line was my grandfather's brother, who came here THUMP! in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil War, and started the wholesale THUMP! hardware business that my father carries on to-day THUMP!"

Arthur paused the audiobook and raised a brow. "That's funny I don't remember that..?" He questioned.

"Give it to me..!"

The he screamed.