Angela Moore

They all laugh together once again.

Corey grabs the car part from behind the couch and shows it off.

Lookie, lookie, lookie.

Rachel snaps Feeney out of it and he explains, I'm sorry, but there are no rules in the books about putting cars in rooms.

Was there loud music emanating from the car?

Rachel admits, no.

And Feeney explains, then you got nothing.

Rachel remembers, they set off my alarm to wake me up.

Feeney, now serious, turns to the boys only to smile again.

Oh, that's just plain brilliant.

And yet again, they share an obnoxious laugh.

Who is this Mr. Feeney?

Rachel, also confused, asks Feeney, so you're not going to teach them a lesson?

And he defiantly answers, no, and you can't make me.

She's not giving up.

For the past two years, I've had to endure all these stories about the great Mr. Feeney and his amazing lessons, and now they put a Volkswagen in my room and you have not one lousy lesson?

Feeney shrugs, all right, here's a lesson.

Relax, take a nice drive into your closet.

He and the boys burst into another fit of laughter, also giving Feeney a round of high fives and encouragement.

It's fine.