Give him the cheat codes pls

He lined them up on the couch, arms crossed as he paced in front of them.
“Alright. What do we not do?”VC and Laurel exchanged a look before letting out a synchronized sigh.
“Strap Peter to a drone and swing him around the backyard.”“What else?”
“Hack your security system.”
“And?”
“Have a waffle coup.”
They can’t have a repeat ok

“And?”
Laurel chimed in. “Make Uncle Dan cry.”
“Exactly… wait…no not…”
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so mean

Of course, that was the moment Valerie walked in—because of course it was. She froze in the doorway, her eyes scanning the wreckage. The glitter. The syrup. The catapult. The drone resting suspiciously in the corner.
And then her gaze landed on Daniel, who was holding a suspiciously sticky Peter and looking like he’d just gone through five rounds of psychological warfare.
looking like he’d just gone through five rounds of psychological warfare.
And losing
Val raised an eyebrow but didn’t push further. Instead, she turned to VC and Laurel.
“Upstairs. Showers. Now.”
The girls trudged away, muttering under their breaths, and Valerie turned back to Daniel with a smirk.
They both know Val is in charge
Losing sooooooo bad
Thank god Val’s home