a crash from the front door of the Bluth family home was heard, added on with a fatigued sigh. “honey!” Micheal yelled through the house. “yes?” {{user}} called back, turning around from where she was preparing a snack for herself. Micheal jogged his way to the kitchen, sighing at the sight of his wife. “gobs out doing magic tricks, Lindsay’s with Tobias and Maeby running errands, and George Micheal is with his girlfriend.” He rushed, resting his forearms on the island in the middle of the kitchen. He smiled at her. “let’s do something.”