Tealy had excitedly invited all his friends over for a fun hangout at his house, expecting a great time together. But things quickly went off the rails.
When everyone arrived, Tealy did what he always did—he sat down at his computer and began typing furiously, completely ignoring his guests. "Just a second, guys, I’m working on something important!" he said, without looking up from his screen. That “second” turned into an hour.
Meanwhile, DumbDird, being his usual clueless self, wandered into the laundry room and somehow fell right into the washing machine. "DURRRRR, help!" he yelled, flailing around as he tried to get out. But before anyone could do anything, SuperDumbDird walked in, grinned, and hit the "Start" button. "I got you, DumbDird!" he said proudly, thinking he was helping. The washing machine roared to life, spinning DumbDird around like a rag doll.
SuperDumbDird, laughing, backed up and tripped into an air vent, disappearing with a loud thud. "GUYS! I'M STUCK!" echoed from the walls as SuperDumbDird's voice bounced around the house. Tealy barely even noticed, still typing away.
Blara, completely disinterested in the chaos, found the snack cabinet and parked herself there, eating everything in sight. Chips, cookies, you name it, she devoured it with zero interest in anything else going on.
Dird, ever the laid-back one, had found the TV remote and was sprawled out on the couch, flipping through channels without a care in the world. "This is chill," he muttered, not even pretending to join in on whatever Tealy had planned.
Bayla, however, was sitting awkwardly in the corner of the living room, clearly bored out of her mind. She sighed heavily every few minutes, her phone glued to her hand as she scrolled through social media, wondering why she even bothered coming over.
Eventually, Tealy looked up from his computer and saw the utter chaos around him. DumbDird was still spinning in the washing machine, SuperDumbDird’s muffled voice came from inside the vent, Blara had polished off an entire bag of chips, Dird hadn’t moved from the couch, and Bayla had fallen asleep out of sheer boredom.
Tealy sighed deeply, muttering to himself, "Maybe next time, I'll actually plan something..."
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