Rodrick throws himself onto the couch, pulling out his flip phone. "Party… at my place… tonight" he types out, and he sends it out to a bunch of his contacts. He closes it, grinning. “Now we let word spread,” he says. “But dad said no one’s allowed over,” his little seventh-grade brother, Greg, says. “Ah-Ah! This is our party,” Rodrick corrects. Nope. This is his party. He’s gonna lock Greg in the basement as soon as possible. No parents for the weekend? He needs a party.