That night was Christmas at Aunt Peggy’s. “Kyle” said “I have some sad news. Grandma Still wants us to take care of her. ” Uncle Joe’s madness kicked in. He yelled angrily “Why is that bad?!” “Kyle” said “Joe, we are racecar drivers not aides or nurses. ” He yelled angrily “Retire from racing and become nurses wooms! That is what you are!” “Kyle” said “That isn’t very nice. ”

Uncle Joe yelled angrily “Well, that’s who you are!” “Kyle” said “No, we are racecar drivers in the Cruise Town Motorsports Franchise. ” Uncle Joe said “Well, too bad. Grandma Still needs you. She cries every single night. ” He said “She will have to find a way to get along without us because we have a race team. ” Uncle Joe yelled angrily “Sell your race team and start taking care of your grandma!”

“Kyle” said “Uncle Joe, we are going to race until we are 65 like “Michelle Robins. ” Uncle Joe yelled angrily “Quit racing and start taking care of your awful grandma!” this time. All of a sudden, a big fight broke out. Uncle Joe yelled angrily again “Take care of your grandma you noke!” “Kyle” and “Brian’s” mom, Sandy, said “Would you stop it you guys?” “Kyle” said “No! Uncle Joe wicked me out mom!”

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