it is so cute that candace and kevin are both consistently making fools of themselves in front of their cool crushes but their cool crushes are just like this is the best person I’ve ever met

Being a Mindless Animal Must Get Tiring

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“What do you think it means when your sister can talk to bees?”

“…I have no idea how to answer that question, Stace.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think so,” she giggles, switching the phone to her other ear. “I guess we both have weird siblings.

Candace chuckles. “At least Ginger doesn’t drive you crazy.”

“She does. You just don’t see it. Maybe we should start an older sisters’ club.”

“That’d be nice.”

Stacy opens her mouth to respond, but the doorbell cuts her off. “Ah, sorry Candace, I gotta go. Good luck with busting today.”

“Thanks, Stace! See ya!”

The line clicks and Stacy sticks her phone in her pocket, heading to the front door. She knows better than to just open it without thinking, especially since she’s alone in the house today. She peers through the peephole, at first assuming one of Ginger’s friends must have ding-dong ditched her. Upon closer inspection, and looking a little further down, she realizes that isn’t the case.

Frowning, she unlocks the door and opens it, kneeling down. “Perry, you okay?”

The platypus, standing on his back legs, has his shoulders slumped, looking…really tired. It’s still strange, seeing Perry like this, but Stacy thinks she’s finally getting used to it. He’s just another member of the Flynn-Fletcher family…he just can’t talk and his biggest secret has been entrusted to her, of all people. He shrugs. Stacy nods, taking his hand.

“Why don’t you come in? No one’s home today.” She leads him into the house, shutting the door with her hip. If she thinks about it, Perry is basically just a tiny adult. Being a secret agent must have its drawbacks, too. So she situates him on the couch and goes to the fridge, taking out two boxes of juice and a plate of fruit her mother left behind.

When she sits down, she’s given a look she can only interpret as gratefulness. He takes the juice box in one hand and lifts the other, signing something.

“Oh, okay, give me a second, I’m a little rusty.” She’d been learning basic sign language, mostly to try and impress her mother, but also because it’s the one way she can communicate with Perry. He must have been taught it at the agency years ago. She turns her body to face him completely, nodding for him to go again.

Thank you. It’s been a rough week.

Stacy nods, popping a grape into her mouth. “Must get pretty tiring having to pretend to be mindless every day.”

Perry gives her a wry smile, bringing the juice box straw to his bill. He doesn’t even need to sign anything. She knows he’s thinking, You have no idea.

ok. time to ask the real questions.

who decided to make irving and albert’s mom a milf and why.

you’re telling me that this woman named her children irving and albert????

this is why summer belongs to you is my favorite

don’t talk to me I’m sobbing