The Rocker Page #2

...and having the lottery ticket

ripped up in front of your face.

Thank you, Stan.

Thought we weren't supposed to use

the V-word in front of Uncle Rob.

He can take it.

So have you heard? Matt got into MIT.

- Oh.

That's my boy.

That makes sense. Last time I saw you,

you were building a robot.

How'd that ever work out?

That was eight years ago,

when I was 10.

- Do you have a girlfriend?

- Ha!

Maybe you want to take a can

of shut up.

Matt is also in a band,

playing the prom.

- The only way he'd ever get to go.

Hey.

I swear if you don't stop annoying me,

I'm gonna shave your head in your sleep.

I'd still be the pretty child.

Matt.

- Violet, Matt, stop it.

A band, huh?

So, what do you call yourselves?

A.D.D.

Add? Huh.

- Well, it's short.

- What?

Easy to remember.

No. It's A.D.D.,

as in attention deficit disorder.

Oh, good, you changed it,

because "Add" really blew.

Robby, you know I love you...

...but letting you stay here

isn't gonna solve your problems.

Of course.

Just ditch me, like everyone else has.

It's called tough love, kid.

But what about the sweet love,

where you say, " Hey...

...stay as long as you want, and here's

some cash so you can fix your car."

- In your dreams, pal.

- Sis, come on.

I'm feeling really good about

the future, you know?

Like all of this is... Ah!

Robert?

Where is Jeremy? I swear,

I am gonna kill him when he shows up.

Here he comes, with his mom.

Hi, Jeremy. Hi, Jeremy's Mom.

Hey, guys. So I kind of got suspended

from school today...

...and I can't play prom.

- Wait. What?

- Tell them what you did, Jeremy.

I kind of brought hash brownies

to the Spanish Club luncheon.

- Not bueno.

And?

And Seorita Horowitz

kind of got really stoned...

...and passed out

in the locker room.

And?

And somebody kind of drew a, uh...

A penis.

A penis on a grown woman's face.

And now he can't walk

during graduation.

Every mother's dream.

Let's go, Jeremy.

See you guys. Rock hard.

A penis.

- Prom is in two days.

- Not for us, it's not.

You know what?

Blessing in disguise.

Who wants to play

some crappy school dance anyway?

I do. And so do you.

- Whatever.

- I could ask my uncle.

- I don't think we're that desperate.

- He was an original member of Vesuvius.

- I bet he can still play.

- Yeah, but he's ancient.

Let's start looking for a new drummer.

Yeah, so am I in?

- Hey, wh...

- Sorry, Uncle Rob. Were we too loud?

"Too loud" is not in my vocabulary.

How dare you?

- Excuse me?

- How dare you call yourself a musician?

Loads of bands use drum loops.

Loads of elevators play Celine Dion.

That don't make it right.

Now get your devil box out of here.

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