The Herbert house was destroyed three months after Mr. Herbert turned himself into a tree. A company came in, bought the house and three other abandoned properties, and built a mansion on the combined land.
Lois: Look at that mansion being built, Peter. Who's moving in there?8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQngRElhHED
Bonnie: I heard it’s just a vacation home for a group of people who might end up making it their full-time home.
Lois: Peter, did you see that new house being built where the old Herbert house was, along with those three abandoned properties?8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhncfDeVUnY
Peter: Oh wow. That’s crazy.
A few weeks later, the home was completed. Carter and Babs saw the new mansion.
Carter: What an eyesore.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz3WEi7ru3f
Babs: Carter, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I like it.
A few weeks later, several vehicles rolled up to the newly completed mansion. One by one, the new neighbors stepped out—all blind or visually impaired.
Zack had his walker, but he could see well enough to drive.
Joni drove her Explorer, with Jeremy and Rose riding with her.
Zack’s vehicle had Diamond, David, and Cheryl as passengers.
Kris arrived in her own car, carefully carrying the electronics and other fragile items that couldn’t go in the moving trucks.
Pastor Dave and Dale—Joni’s boyfriend—drove the two U-Hauls.
As the group stood in front of their new home, admiring the mansion, Kris turned to Jeremy.
Kris:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp50jij4zST
Jeremy, you guys have a beautiful house. How did you afford this?
Joni:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDeDXmPPMVu
Jeremy met a musician—who was it again?
Jeremy:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXGA3K4BGHl
Snoop Dogg.
Joni:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6XVExgwbCS
Yeah, Snoop Dogg. Jeremy sold his entire back catalog of beats to him—for five hundred thousand dollars each.
After taxes, he ended up with thirty million dollars.
Kris:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡchKSlBQHfs
What?! That’s crazy!
Scene: Inside the Mansion – Later That Day
They unpacked everything. Boxes were emptied, furniture was arranged, and by the end of the day, the new house felt like home.
Joni was in the kitchen, putting the final touches on a big meal for everyone.
Upstairs, Jeremy lay back on his bed, his record player set up neatly on his dresser. A familiar groove spun softly in the background.
Next door, Rose’s room had been set up right beside his.
Jeremy (calling out):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhDfxG5E0Xa
Rose—check this out! Pull this cord right here.
Rose (confused):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡng51ZN3q9s
What?
[She pulls the cord. Suddenly, the wall between their rooms folds up and disappears like a high-tech divider.]
Rose:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY4Kj3LYoDh
Whoa!
Joni (from downstairs):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq0trbToVnV
Come on, you all—food’s on!
Scene: Mansion Kitchen – Early Evening
Joni:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVwJFEz1Rzz
Jeremy, I’m inviting some of the locals for dinner.
Jeremy (grinning):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgVFyW4hUFK
I thought you might say that. You’re out of printer ink, huh? HP 21+?
Joni (surprised):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaEdXnglBqD
Yes!
Jeremy:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOpDu8ZLQ4d
Knew it.
They ate dinner while Jeremy popped open his printer, slid in the fresh cartridges, and got to work printing out invites.
He made invitations for:
The Griffins
The Swansons
The Browns
And Glen Quagmire—who, for fun, was invited at the same time as the Griffins.
The rest? Scheduled in fifteen-minute intervals so each family could have some private hangout time before the next one arrived.
Jeremy folded the invites neatly and slid them into each family’s mailbox.
Scene: Outside – Mailboxes at Night
[Jeremy is slipping an envelope into the Griffins’ mailbox when Joe Swanson rolls up in his chair.]
Joe:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7mIOFAytz7
Hey, what are you doing with the Griffins’ mailbox?
Jeremy (calmly):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRAg5NW4iFm
Chill, Joe. I’m just putting in an invite. It’s for a hangout tomorrow night.
[He hands Joe an envelope.]
Jeremy:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCvd5u1JWkI
Since you’re here—here’s yours.
Scene: Jeremy’s Room – Late That Night
That night, Jeremy was doing some late-night research on his laptop. Rose sat nearby, still in recovery mode, resting in a reclining chair.
Jeremy (looking at his screen):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzmoR5FnvaK
Hey Rose, have you ever had a graphite cane?
Rose (groggy, blunt):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡadoRVFTauO
No!
Jeremy (shaking his head):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBZ9f2QzZyN
I only had one… once. Never again. They’re flimsy, unworthy, and honestly, an insult to real mobility.
And get this—I just found out the guy who designed them used to work for Pewterschmidt Industries.
Rose (raising an eyebrow):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4OoIEZc3FW
What?!
Jeremy:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFfCzsMJ3Lv
Yeah. Apparently, he pitched the idea to Carter himself, like, “Hey, let’s make canes.” And Carter—CARTER—goes, “Let’s make them out of pencil lead or something.”
Pencil. Lead. For blind people.
*[Rose stares, visibly unimpressed.]
Jeremy (firmly):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWARReRWouQ
And there’s no statute of limitations for trauma or destruction caused by bad accessibility devices. None.
Scene: Backyard – Late Afternoon
[Lois is sitting out back, enjoying some peace and quiet.]
Jeremy (approaching):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5NwmeUTncF
Howdy, neighbor! I’m Jeremy—the one who sent you the invite.
Lois (smiling):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2GwQBHFa3m
Oh! Pleased to make your acquaintance. Peter’s inside hanging with Stewie. Chris and Meg are doing homework. Stewie’s... well, locked in his room doing “science.”
Jeremy:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeav49YAJgg
Cool. I wanted to show you something I found—it’s an article I printed out... about your father.
[He hands her the paper. Lois begins reading aloud, furrowing her brow.]
Lois (reading):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbfvIZGV5ot
"December 6th, 1997: Pewterschmidt Industries produces a new type of mobility cane... made of graphite?"
Graphite? That’s barely sturdy enough for golf clubs! How’s that supposed to hold up as a mobility cane?
Jeremy (nodding):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWeV3a6gjFF
Exactly. It doesn’t. I had one once when I was staying at Louceil Rains—about three-quarters of the way through the halfway house program. A lot of us from Bosma rehab stayed there.
Anyway, I had a night mobility assignment, and I accidentally slammed my door on my cane. It snapped like a twig.
Lois (shaking her head):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfFg96lfunA
So my dad was too cheap to make them out of decent material.
Jeremy:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ5eM46tdZe
Yep. And there’s no statute of limitations on trauma or product failure caused by an accessibility aid.
Lois (grimly):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtV3pC8lapK
Daddy deserves this. He’s done some heartless things, but this? Messing with mobility canes? That’s dreadful.
[Just then, Peter steps out with a sandwich.]
Peter:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCJxHZqi0KK
What’s dreadful?
[Lois hands him the article. Peter reads a bit, wide-eyed.]
Peter:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZFogdVpDpZ
Ohhh man... Carter’s gonna be in BIG trouble.
Jeremy (with a sly grin):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5PDuWOaj1N
Well... your dad might not be rich for much longer. And you might want to give your mom a heads-up about what’s going on.
Anyway, I’ll see you tonight at 5.
Lois (nodding):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCCePRSQgcn
Okay, see you then.
Jeremy (turning back):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL7vP1CYuBB
Oh—and no need to dress up. We’re just having fat sandwiches.
Oh! And please tell Peter—8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU9CJKdFyfO
no beer.
Lois (raising an eyebrow):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2XjCZQVz4o
Why no beer?
Jeremy:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwb1ePGCpTQ
Rose had to quit drinking after her stroke. If she sees someone else with one, it might tempt her. We just want to keep things comfortable for her.
[Peter, who had been lurking nearby, suddenly appears, clearly eavesdropping.]
Peter:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOocoE6cVYj
What?! No beer?! Damn it!
Jeremy (laughing):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgH3qnaaxK6
Yeah, I don’t drink the stuff. Neither does David, Terry, Zack, Diamond, or Cheryl.
But don’t worry—we’ll find you something you’ll like. We’re creative like that.
[The doorbell rings. Jeremy opens it. The Griffins are first to arrive.]
Jeremy:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3Pcn9hlpPg
Welcome! Come on in!
[Everyone steps into the grand foyer, their eyes instantly going wide.]
Peter (looking up):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡke7GAztdEW
Whoa... Lois, look at the exposed trusses!
Lois (running her hand along a carved beam):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrRVo2Cvc9y
And the woodworking! Peter, this is incredible.
Peter (still turning in circles):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ68HYj3UL2L
I know, right? This place is HUGE. Like... is this the foyer or the lobby of a five-star hotel?
Jeremy (grinning):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPZgVDkmdwE
Glad you like it. Come on, come on—I’ll introduce you to everyone.
[They follow him in.]
Jeremy (gesturing):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhgcKLJ1Dqk
So, I’m Jeremy—obviously. Over here, sitting on her red-and-black walker, is Rose.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEz6Cazl6CP
Over in the silver-and-black walker with all the gadgets hanging off it? That’s Zack.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy9m5FVc5f2
Next to him is David, that’s Diamond, Terry, and Cheryl.
Jeremy (smiling):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8KM0D0JUL3
We’ll be offering house tours after dinner, if anyone’s interested.
[15 minutes later, the Browns arrive. Introductions happen. Shortly after, Glen Quagmire rolls up solo and slightly out of breath.]
Quagmire (waving):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpEzZ5CESlk
Hey folks, sorry I’m late! I was on the phone with my sister—she finally found a decent guy who treats her right. Can you believe it?
[He steps inside, eyes scanning the space.]
Quagmire:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa8LkmEUsKu
Man... would you look at this place. It’s like MTV Cribs had a baby with Architectural Digest and gave it a Bluetooth sound system!
[Cue Peter gently elbowing Lois and whispering.]
Peter:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzt2WZrJ122
Lois, I hope our house doesn’t feel small now.
Lois (smiling):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6uMwXmNzGK
Peter, our house always felt small. This just makes it official.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDiV88To0NJ
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Scene: The Swansons Arrive – Sandwich Shenanigans Begin
[Just then, the Swansons roll up. Joe leads the way, his eyes wide as he scans the place.]
Joe:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9aebRaiats
Hey—sorry about last night. I just like to keep an eye out for everyone in the neighborhood. Can’t help the cop brain, y’know?
Jeremy (smiling):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyzGEOljmE5
Not a problem at all, Joe. You're just doing your thing. Come on in—we’re in the kitchen getting things ready.
[They all follow Jeremy into the kitchen. He claps his hands and announces like a sandwich architect unveiling his masterpiece.]
Jeremy:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaZiKh5Wls5
Alright, talk to me—we’re having fat sandwiches tonight. Let’s build one.
Jeremy (to Peter):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFbefzEc6Bb
Bottom layer—what kind of lunch meat do you want?
Peter (rubbing his hands):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoVJa4Wkk1p
Turkey!
Jeremy:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsfgBKIBSWv
Good choice. Now cheese—your options are provolone, muenster, havarti, cheddar, colby, co-jack, or pepper jack.
Peter (thinking hard):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZcY5rupeEq
Pepper jack. Gotta have that kick!
Jeremy (grinning):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ57gPQwv1vQ
Nice. And for the structural center of the sandwich... you want the pita pocket filled with mac and cheese, right?
Peter (eyes wide):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXFl2u6MF7y
Of course I do. What kind of sicko wouldn’t?
Jeremy:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyaAZx6nWrG
Exactly. Now, for the top layer—pulled pork or Italian beef?
Peter (dramatically):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU8sLIIqv0B
You know what? I’m going with pulled pork. Let’s get sloppy.
[Everyone chuckles. Jeremy nods and starts assembling the monster sandwich like a deli ninja.]
Jeremy (clapping his hands again):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs6XlV8fSgR
Alright, Lois—let’s get you going. Lunchmeat first.
Lois:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRTMawICTOY
I’ll have ham, please.
Jeremy:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB4FfJyPJR1
Excellent. And for cheese?
Lois:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHplijKw2jB
Provolone.
Jeremy:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8f9zVA0O5m
Solid choice. Now, do you want the center—the famous mac 'n cheese-stuffed pita pocket?
Lois (smiling):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrgQ30eXE3d
Sure, why not?
Jeremy:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfHdvSzHzWN
Love that spirit! Now... top it off with pulled pork like Peter, or are you feeling Italian beef tonight?
Lois:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw0VDiwyQIv
I think I’ll go with the Italian beef.
Jeremy (turning):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD7cc9LoWAA
Meg, you’re up.
Meg:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuAgjAT7OQp
I’ll take pepperoni, havarti, yes to the mac and cheese, and pulled pork on top.
Jeremy:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW3l5SaPJvA
Nice combo. Chris?
Chris:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5ker5L0an2
Same as Meg, but switch the top for Italian beef.
Jeremy:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrAUh0TA4cG
You got it. Where’s Brian?
Lois:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡohXHhJ96Vk
He had a date tonight.
Jeremy (grinning):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrsBAOkEaGP
Well, we made a pre-sized Fat Sandwich just for Stewie. Small, but mighty. Just like him.
Jeremy (now looking to the Browns):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFwzB5arnPi
Cleveland, what can I get you?
Cleveland:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡba1IZ3IjXu
I’ll have what Peter’s having.
[The rest of the Brown family all chime in with agreement except for Cleveland Jr.]
Cleveland Jr.:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡChoneznKT8
I want the Italian beef, please.
Jeremy:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEwRw3T8F1y
You got it. Italian beef coming right up.
Jeremy (now turning to the Swansons):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ66mZPSZmCC
Joe, Bonnie—you’re up.
Joe:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAG0fhKrwsn
We’re both gonna go with chicken breast, muenster cheese, yes to the mac, and top it with pulled pork.
Bonnie:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdlRv0xP3Yo
Same for me. That combo sounds amazing.
[Jeremy gives a satisfied nod and turns back toward the kitchen counter stacked with sandwich ingredients like a deli wizard.]
Jeremy:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTrvh3igfJH
Alright folks, give us 10 minutes and we’ll have these tower-sized bad boys ready. Buckle up—this is not your average dinner party.
[15 minutes later, everyone’s seated at the massive dining room table. Plates are stacked, drinks are poured—well, almost.]
Zack (raising his glass):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAynmpY9Xnv
Alright, let’s get those drinks rolling!
[Everyone takes a sip of their soda—except Peter, who’s eyeing the cooler like it just insulted his ancestors.]
Peter:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjU5M0FIj3x
Uh... I don’t usually drink pop. Not really my thing.
Jeremy (grabbing a can):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKM3MfOoHZT
Here, Peter—try a Vernors ginger ale. Trust me.
[Peter takes a cautious sip, then blinks in surprise.]
Peter:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9tiprtVNlc
Whoa! That’s better than Canada Dry! I don’t like that stuff—it tastes like shampoo.
Jeremy (laughing):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡza0NjeXhIn
Bro, same. It’s like licking a pine tree in a hospital.
Rose (with a warm smile):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHJv7mzObeh
Jeremy, we made a mean fat sandwich tonight.
Jeremy (grinning):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6RSiINb7Uw
We sure did. It's an edible masterpiece.
[Meg, suddenly gripped by food-fueled inspiration, goes full taco-neck-mode and devours one whole side of her sandwich like she’s on a cooking competition.]
Meg (mouth half full):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeVikvD1qi6
Mmmphkay... That’s good. Like, really good. I never would’ve guessed all this stuff together would work.
Stewie (eyes wide, nodding):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9W0cVkIjVK
I know, right? It’s like... if a Philly cheesesteak and a potluck had a beautiful, bready baby.
[Peter licks his lips, then his fingers, then—questionably—tries to lick his elbow.]
Peter:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDNdMPPvVve
My goodness... I think I just fell in love. And I didn’t even have to swipe right.
Jeremy (standing like a proud chef):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEtu4sqAcRo
Guys—there is no wrong way to eat a fat sandwich. You wanna use your hands? Go primal. You wanna be sensible and use silverware? Be my guest.
Everyone nods, grins, and goes in for more bites as conversation and laughter fill the room.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzXyaGIVTLX
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Scene: Dining Room – Post-Sandwich Bliss
Jeremy (smiling proudly):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8bBH9hsQEZ
So... how is it, everyone?
[Stewie, now leaning back in his chair, licks his fingers and lips like a tiny food critic, then delicately wipes his face with his napkin.]
Stewie:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY3G67cWXPn
Pardon me while I take... the Itis.
Chris (confused):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKIUnRWGVIQ
The Itis?
David (grinning):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqD7rYG2FsT
That’s a food coma, buddy.
Lois (stretching and groaning slightly):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeyCqSveAgd
Man, Peter... we are gonna sleep like bricks tonight.
Peter (mouth full, slamming down the last bite):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfP7oydvUco
Oh yeah. Totally worth the future heartburn.
Chris (rubbing his belly):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6zmkyauPml
You know, that stuff’s pretty good.
[He turns to Zack, eyeing the mysterious object on his lap.]
Chris:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMa0mSbrnWm
Hey Zack, what’s the “P” button on your plastic pickle do?
Zack (raising an eyebrow):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN9vkF3zf29
Are your hands warm?
[Everyone starts laughing as Chris pulls his hands back.]
Zack (dead serious):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwMzJhoMFlX
You can’t be touching my pickle with cold hands, man.
[Zack presses the "P" button. The pickle suddenly lets out a loud, echoing yodel. Everyone stares in stunned silence for half a second... and then cracks up.]
Peter (jumping up):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZqCRjuGdk2
YES! That’s freakin’ sweet!8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIxd4rGo55O
Scene: Dining Room – Wrapping Up Dinner
Jeremy (turning to Lois):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ09HqOs9NdI
Lois, just a heads-up—there's a Fat Sandwich in the mini fridge in the corner. It's prepped and labeled for Brian.
[Lois nods, and just then, Quagmire leans over the table, eyeing Jeremy with curiosity.]
Quagmire:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVBA7e91vVE
Hey, I gotta ask, how does someone visually impaired afford a place like this? I mean, this is... luxury with extra mayo.
Jeremy (grinning):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrOOPP5y9KG
Well, funny story—I sold about thirty million dollars worth of music beats to Snoop Dogg.
Quagmire (eyes popping):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrWzBxWMHvl
Wait, wait, wait—you just made beats and sold them to Snoop?! Damn! Giggity doesn't even cover that.
Jeremy:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqFzGNw95gJ
Yeah, he bought my entire back catalog. This place only cost me $755,000—so after taxes and all that jazz, I had plenty left to build the dream.
[Everyone murmurs and nods, impressed. Peter wipes his mouth with a napkin and leans back.]
Jeremy (standing up):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhpcdwNgLPT
Gentlemen, I'd love to give you all a tour of the place. Since we already washed all the dishes—except the macaroni pan and a couple of cooking pots—and we used giant paper bowls and platters for dinner, cleanup is basically done.
Rose (from the kitchen):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSvIjYJBwht
I'm already packing up the leftovers.
Jeremy:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDHqworIQRY
Perfect. Once we stash everything in the fridge, the house tour begins! You ready to see what thirty mil and a little imagination built?
Peter (smiling):8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3USRxDQGEn
Only if I can yodel into that pickle again.
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and then Add to home screen.