Being the only boy in the family comes with a perk.
You hear that? Me neither.
While my sisters all have to share bedrooms,
I get my own, and I wouldn't give it up
for the world.
[thudding]
You're always Miss Gloom and Doom!
Like, would it kill you to smile once in a while?!
- It would. - What's going on?
Lucy and Lynn are going at it. Again.
I'd hate to get in the middle of this one.
I totally agree.
[quarreling]
Another perk to having my own room?
I don't have to get involved.
[knocking]
[sighing]
Hey, Lynn. What's up?
There's no way I'm staying in the same room
with the Duchess of Darkness.
Can I bunk in your bedroom tonight?
Uh... I'd say yes,
but it's not really a bedroom, per se.
There's barely enough space for me;
tiny, small. Goodnight. Aah...
[sighing]
All right, you can stay. But just for one night.
- Thanks, Lincoln! - Ah!
Two for flinching!
[laughing]
It's just for one night.
What's the worst that could happen?
Okay, we'll have to establish a few ground rules.
One, keep your hands off my... stuff.
- As I was saying- - Pew pew.
Let's just set this down.
Careful! Please don't!
Bun-Bun! You okay? Did the mean girl hurt you?
You know, I'm noticing a complete lack
of balls in this room.
No soccer balls, no footballs, no baseballs, no balls.
Good thing I brought my own!
[yawning]
[balls bouncing]
What are you doing?
What? It helps me fall asleep.
Well, it doesn't help me. Can you knock it off?
[thudding]
[snoring]
[birds chirping]
[screaming]
Lincoln! What are you doing?
Getting my room back.
Lincoln?
Hey, Lynn. Wanna hear my new poem?
It's called "Space".
"Space: deep, black, endless, like my heart.
Space, mine invaded. Torn apart."
This is the real me, Lynn.
I can understand if you don't want
to be my roommate anymore.
Oh... [laughing]
Oh, that is the best impression of Lucy ever!
You are so funny, roomy!
[laughing]
[snoring]
[birds chirping]
[screaming]
[bouncing]
Sigh. [bouncing]
Good morning, Lucy.
Ball? What ball?
[bouncing, thudding]
[gasping] Oh.
Good morning, Lynn.
Book of Lucy's poems? What book of Lucy's poems?
[thudding]
[coughing]
I'm glad you finally want to apologize to me.
What? Me apologize to you? You're here to apologize to me!
- You are absolutely crazy. - What? Are you crazy?
Absolutely not!
Yikes. I'd sure hate to get in the middle of that.
Yeah, but sometimes, you have to.
- It's just ridiculous. -I'm not the one who started it!
HOLD IT!
Guys, I made this dinner so that you two would make up.
- You did this? - Why?
Because I realize even though it must be tough
to have to share a space all the time,
I know you miss each other.
But you're just too stubborn to admit it.
I guess I do have trouble sleeping
without a ball banging against the wall.
And I guess I do miss hearing you sigh heavily
as you write your poems.
See? Now you two make up,
because if I have to spend one more night
with Snorezilla over here, I'm going to go insane!
Ha! Nice throw.
You like that?
[laughing]
Ha ha.
Uh-oh...
[laughing]
So, I can move back in?
Nothing would make me happier.
Two for flinching! Dang! It never works on you.
I'm glad we made up,
but there's no way we can sleep here tonight.
Lincoln?