Baby Potato: Mom, I wanna come home.
Mother Potato: Mikey, we went over this.
Mother Potato: You're 15 years old, and you should have enough confidence to stay over at a friend's house without us for one night.
Spud Family Pet: Yea, this is coming from the guy who supposedly gave Mikey 24 goodnight kisses before he left.
Spud Family Pet: While it was 3:15 in the afternoon.
Baby Potato: You don't know what it's like, Casey!
Baby Potato: Leo always gives me five minutes of goodnight cuddles, followed directly by two goodnight kisses!
Spud Family Pet: Then why did he give you 24?
Triple Potato: Because Leo was just as nervous as Mikey.
Triple Potato: You would not believe how rare it is for Leo to not give Mikey a goodnight kiss.
Triple Potato: Even if they're upset with each other.
Anger Potato: And here Leo is, talking about confidence when he can't even handle seeing his baby boy going off on his own.
Mother Potato: I was showing brotherly concern, Raphael, and you know it!
Spud Family Pet: Wow. This is just sad.
Baby Potato: Yeah, but with that out of the way
Baby Potato: WTF is considered confidence in a situation like this?!
Baby Potato: Like, is confidence being able to raid the fridge in the middle of the night because you know that you're going to stress eat and that you don't want to make things awkward by eating everything in front of your friend's family and then make a fool out of yourself by trying to acknowledge the fact that you'll never be a good enough friend?!
Baby Potato: Oh gosh! Don! I feel like I'm having a heart attack!
Triple Potato: Mikey, breathe!
Triple Potato: You have your inhaler with you, so use it.
Spud Family Pet: Uhh... Mikey has an asthma?
Anger Potato: Yea
Triple Potato: Yes.
Mother Potato: Yes, he does.
Spud Family Pet: Since WHEN?
Triple Potato: Oh Mikey's always had asthma.
Triple Potato: He had just managed to- somehow -sneak that fact past us for years.
Anger Potato: I gotta admit, whenever that nutball wants something really bad, he does a pretty good job at doing what needs to be done.
Mother Potato: A fact that I am incredibly proud of.
Spud Family Pet: He's not gonna start cryin' over this is he?
Anger Potato: Probably
Triple Potato: Most likely.
Spud Family Pet: Wow, you guys are really wrapped around Mike's finger.
Anger Potato: Pfft! As if!
Anger Potato: The only one wrapped around Mikey's finger is Mommy-Cries-a-Lot.
Mother Potato: sHuT uP i'M nOt cRYinG!
Mother Potato: yOu'Re crYInG!
Triple Potato: Oh, this is worse than we thought.
Mother Potato: I miss my baby so much!
Spud Family Pet: He's not dead, Leo. Geez.
Anger Potato: Just let him have this, Case.
Anger Potato: He needs a good cry.
Baby Potato: Okay, I'm back.
Baby Potato: Sorry it took so long, but my friend's dad tried to give me CPR.
Spud Family Pet: Eww
Baby Potato: Yeah, it was gross.
Baby Potato: I read over the previous texts btw.
Baby Potato: Is mommy still crying?
Anger Potato: Lemme check, he's in the dojo and I'm in my room so it might take a while.
Baby Potato: 'Kay.
Triple Potato: So, while we wait on that, do you want to talk about what happened?
Baby Potato: No. Not really.
Triple Potato: Alright, but you know you can talk to us at any point, right?
Baby Potato: Yeah, Don. I know.
Anger Potato: Alright, so he was crying like a baby when I got into the dojo, but then I showed him Mikey's texts and he calmed down. He should be screaming like a chat banshee in right about... now.
Mother Potato: MIKEY! ARE YOU OKAY?! DID YOU GET HURT?! IS ANYTHING SCRATCHED?! BRUISED?! SPRAINED?! TWISTED?!
Spud Family Pet: No offense, Leo, but I think the only thing with all of those things is your caps lock key.