another saturday morning came within the heffley residence, gregory with his dorky antics, mom stressing over manny, and dad doing.. who knows what?

as for the “coolest” (idiotic) teen on the block, he had invited his usual gang into the garage, smashing his drum set and calling it music. “ugh, wouldn’t it be so cool if we got to play a real gig at a real show?” rodrick let out an exasperated sigh, throwing his sticks on his set.