The Heffleys had barely stepped through the gates of the pool before the chaos began. Susan was busy wrangling Manny, who was screaming about wanting his floaties, while Frank muttered something about the overwhelming smell of chlorine. Greg trailed behind, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.

You stood next to Rodrick, who had his usual “I don’t want to be here” look, lazily dragging his feet toward the chairs. He wore his standard uniform of apathy—oversized sunglasses perched on his nose, slouching in his sandals like this was the most boring event of his life.

As the family settled in, Rodrick plopped down in a lounge chair, pulling you with him. He stretched out dramatically, one arm draping over your shoulder as he muttered, “This is lame,” just loud enough for Greg to hear. Greg glared, but before he could retort, Susan appeared, cheerfully announcing, “Let’s all swim together as a family!”