Juicy stood outside the preschool, waiting for Smashing. They'd let out soon, he just had to wait. And be careful. He was only two years older than Smashing, but Max had moved out last year, leaving Juicy to take care of his younger brother. So he stood patiently by the gates, waiting for the wave of kids. Soon enough, young kids poured out of the school and he spotted Smashing quickly, who was looking around for Juicy. "Smashing, over here!" He called, watching his brother's head turn towards him.