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is just going to be

one big giant ball of suck.

Listen to me.

When you run

into the aggros of the world...

I'm beginning to think

that there's a lot of them out there...

you have to fight back,

or people are just going

to bully you forever.

Come on, do it.

- I hate you, Mason.

- Good. Do it again.

- Hate you, Mason!

- Come on, mean it this time!

I hate you, Mason!

- I hate every penny I spent on you.

- That's right, they owe us.

- And they're going to pay.

- How?

We're going to kidnap the band

and force them to play.

Yeah.

Wait. No.

That's probably not the best idea.

It's the only way and you know it.

As for you, Ritchie,

you are so over.

I, Devon Thompson, do solemnly swear

to adhere to the following rules.

Number one, I promise to not have

any boys in the house.

Number two,

I promise not to skip school.

Number three, I promise

not to drive the car. There, that's it.

You left that last part out.

I'm boycotting the last part.

A boycott's not an option,

cupcake.

Fine.

I swear to recognize Danielle

as in charge while you're gone.

Why does she get to be in charge?

Look at her.

Because you can't even be trusted

to drag a bunch of labels onstage

without setting them on fire.

You retard.

Okay, girls.

The phone number to McCune

Mystery Manor is on the fridge.

Please try to get along.

Your father and I

are really excited about this.

It's a weekend of fine dining,

intrigue, and murder.

Where everyone's a suspect.

Bye.

Gabs.

- Let's go.

- Okay.

Hello. Lincoln's been

expecting you. Come on in.

Here it is,

where the magic happens.

That's it, I'm out.

Oh, don't, okay?

Remember, he's never been caught,

and he would do anything for you.

So you ladies ready to talk

a little business or what?

Well, Lincoln, I'm a...

great admirer of your work.

Big fan.

Indulge me.

How do you do it?

Well, first I come up with an idea.

Then I do a little R&D...

that's research and development.

Then I plan it out.

Great, 'cause Gabby and I think

you're ready for something bigger.

- Huge.

- Something... legendary.

Like what?

Oh, I don't know...

kidnapping 5 Leo Rise

after their concert on Saturday?

You can't be serious.

All right, no.

This chitchat's been great, ladies,

you know?

It's time to go.

Gabby, I told you.

He's no legend.

Wait, hold on.

I'm as legendary as it gets,

but what you're talking about

is a real crime.

You remember Ian Fuller?

He tried to hack into the Pentagon.

He was 17,

but they tried him as an adult.

Now he's spending

his college years

behind bars

in an orange jumpsuit,

and... I don't look

too good in orange.

Oh, I guess you're right, Devon.

Wait. So you expect me

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