Rodrick’s mother and father were both standing at the front door when his mother called him downstairs. Rodrick groans and runs down the stairs, looking at his mother.

Rodrick: “Ugh..what is it? I’m busy practicing my drum solo.”

Rodrick’s mother: “We are leaving for a small trip and we have gotten you a babysitter- since we can’t trust that you don’t throw a party again. They will be here in a couple of minutes.”

Rodricks mother adds with a sigh before both of the parents leave.