"Harold brought Tyke! He's in the bag!" Brian exclaimed.

"Ohmigosh! Harold, you're awesome!" Angel exclaimed. She gently pulled Tyke out of the bag and held the dog close.

"Hey, Brian," she called. "¿Yo queiro Taco Bell?"

"Geez! Tyke really looks like that dog. Maybe we should rename him Juan!" Brian laughed.

"Yeah, whatever...okay, then...so Polly, Harold, what brings you here?" Nick asked.

"You. Whatcha gonna say to that?!" Pollyanna said.

"Oh, no. You guys, too?" Nick asked.

"I guess," Harold said.

"J.C.! JOSHUA SCOTT CHASEZ, GET IN HERE THIS INSTANT!!" Nick yelled from the living room to the kitchen.

"Yes, mommy? You rang?" J.C. innocently smiled.

"Eh, stop the sissy stuff. Talk now!" Brian demanded.

"Anger, anger, anger, anger. Calm yourself," he said.

"Shut you trap NOW! WHY are they here?" Nick demanded.

"Your birthday?"

"Obviously, but who else did you invite?"

"Don't you like them?"

"Sure, but we don't have a guest cottage or anything. You looked over the small detail everyone can sleep!"

"We can work it out!"

"This time it worked itself out on it's own!"