Recap: The twins went to prom. Russel escorted Lena the fairy and Feign went with Ursula, a girl in his class who has a crush on him. Feign completely missed all the signs that Ursula was interested in him.

Finally, the day had arrived. Fantine was about to become an elder. She sat down at the computer in the hobby room and started looking up various wrinkle creams. She had overcome her midlife crisis regarding turning older, so she was more accepting of it now, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to be prepared.

When she aged, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. The color of her hair had been dulled and the wrinkles on her face did become more prominent, however, she didn’t think she looked disgusting. She adorned what she felt was a stylist elder look and went to show it off to her husband.

Before she even left the bedroom, Irwin walked inside. The smile on his face nearly touched both of his ears. “Fantine, you look beautiful,” he murmured. He wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace and kissed her like he did on their wedding day.

A few days later was Irwin and Fantine’s anniversary. He suggested taking her out to the beach to celebrate. Fantine was a little uneasy about wearing a bathing suit, but she felt it would be a fun thing to do and ignored her insecurities.

The water was cool against their bodies. Fantine absolutely loved the feel of the ocean and Irwin felt fish swimming close-by.

The couple spent the whole day swimming and splashing each other.

They slept soundly that night, enjoying the lullaby of each other’s breathing. It was a very happy anniversary indeed.

On a rainy evening, Russel headed out to take the trash to the dumpster when Lena showed up on the lot looking incredibly upset. He dropped the trashbag and held out his arms to hug her, but she shooed him away.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

She rolled her eyes. “Look, Russel, I’m not going to sugar-coat this. Prom has been over for awhile. I got the crown. We have no reason to continue seeing each other.”

Russel looked confused. “Come on, let’s go inside and talk about this, I can hear thunder.”

Once inside, Lena dropped her umbrella on the carpet. Waffles walked by and saw it dripping all over the floor. Angry that this fairy had just made a mess, he squats down on it and pees. This didn’t make the mess any cleaner, but Waffles felt better that Lena’s umbrella would smell bad from now on.

Lena held up her hands. “Look, Russel, I’ve met someone else. Everyone knows you and I are dating, so that needs to end right now.”

Russel’s face dropped. “I know we didn’t really like each other or anything, but can’t this last a little while longer? I love dating a fairy…”

“Oh my gosh, Russel, get this through your head. We are not together anymore. I break up.”

“Okay then.” Russel suddenly folded his hands and started to get on his knees. “Then, as a parting gift, may I have some of your fairy dust?”

Lena took a step back. “What? No! What the hell is wrong with you?” She turned towards the door, grabbing her umbrella. “You need to control this weird fetish of yours, Russel.” She opened the umbrella, urine trickling down her arm. Waffles smiled to himself as she exited the house.

Cid’s garden had been getting attacked by zombies lately thanks to full moons.

Cid purchased a peashooter plant to avoid any future sabotages.

The rest of the family didn’t know this, but Cid had actually been practicing his inventing skill in private. Since it was so embarrassing for him to catch on fire in front of everyone, Cid started building at night when they were asleep. He managed to succeed in mastering his inventing skill completely, but didn’t share it with anyone.

His greatest invention (he felt, anyway) was a working time machine.

Cid knew he could never tell his family about the time machine for fear of them using it improperly. Fantine would only want to sell it in order to get a bigger income, as she had just retired from her self-employed painting career. Irwin would probably become obsessed with travelling to the future, so much so that he wouldn’t be able to enjoy the present. Russel couldn’t be trusted with the machine in general — who knows what he might screw up. Feign, on the other hand, might have been responsible with it, but there was still too much of a risk. It was becoming more apparent each day that Feign wanted to become an author, and Cid could not chance him writing about future events.

To prevent anyone from using it, Cid hid it in the corner of the lot and planted trees around it to keep it somewhat hidden. No Thrones ever went outside anyway, so it was most likely safe.

Now, Cid himself, on the other hand, could be trusted with knowing the future…

…the far, far future.