Central Park

Look at him. Owen's sleeping like a baby.

Actually, he's sleeping like an adult person on a Saturday.

Babies are terrible at sleeping, but you wanna eat their little faces!

Anyway, I'm glad he's getting some rest.

He's had a tough week. First, there was the toilet issue.

Who-- What? Why would someone throw a toilet out a window?

Then there was the trash fire.

I should have called it a Segway fire. More exciting.

I don't know why I didn't call it that.

And then there was the drunk possum.

Wait, did it drink rum?

Just walk around the tree, buddy. Walk around-- Walk around it.

But Owen handled all of that 'cause he's the best.

Actually, everyone inside the castle had a rough week.

I'm gonna go fast. Try to keep up.

Instead of writing about Bitsy and the mayor's villainous plot,

Paige had to write an article on the top ten best places in the city to get toast.

Cut my mouth. Stupid toast.

Poor Molly had a hard week with her art teacher who just doesn't get her.

What do you mean?

I'm wishing it was more dimensional.

Wishing you were more dimensional.

-What's that? -Nothing.

Wait, did you just spill coffee on my drawing?

No.

And Cole.

He's been kinda wishing that he had somewhere to play outside

that wasn't a public park.

I'm always doing stupid stuff? You're always doing stupid stuff.

-Tell that to your haircut. -At least I have a haircut.

-What? -Nothing. Love your hair.

-What are you looking at? -I'm gonna leave.

Okay, that covers it. Bad week. Everybody's sleeping.

It's not weird that I'm watching them.

Wait. One more thing.

But it's not-- It's not a big deal at all. Like at all.

Kingsley University offered Owen a job. Yes, that Kingsley University.

The fancy, smart, rich one up in Connecticut that thinks it's so great.

Anyway, they want Owen to be the Olmsted and Vaux

of a huge plot of land they acquired next to campus.

Olmsted and Vaux designed Central Park.

Look how old-timey they are.

Anyway, Owen isn't even remotely considering taking the job

and moving to a different city to start a new life,

because why would he, right?

He's not a dum-dum head.

The lady from the university is calling today at 5:00.

Owen has to tell her if he's taking the job or not.

I'm gonna gracefully hide in this tree now.

I've been thinking. Sorry. Did I scare you?

I thought you were asleep.

I was. Then I woke up and started talking 'cause I'm alive.

Anyway, I've been thinking.

Maybe we should talk more about this Kingsley thing.

I know you've had job offers before, but this could be really good for us.

I know! Sorry, did I yell that?

But do we really wanna move?

Babe, they're talking about selling the park,

and they froze out the Park League. They're all over you.

Maybe you could work somewhere that actually appreciates you.

Plus you'd be designing this new park. It would be kind of yours.

Think about it.

I am thinking about it. It's stressing me out.

I've been grinding my teeth all night.

Is that what that was? Good. I thought we had termites.

And there's other stuff they're throwing at us.

Free housing in a nice house with a backyard

and free private school for the kids.

Damn, it's breathy in here.

Scooch over. I'm getting in. Please don't be naked.

So, I talked to Brendan,

and we decided we could make things work long-distance after we move.

It's not really long-distance. Connecticut.

Don't say "Connecticut" at me.

It's long-distance if I say it's long-distance,

which is romantic and cool.

Can we stop saying we're moving? Nobody said we're moving.

Before we move, there's something we have to do.

-There it is again. -I tried to bring this up last night,

but it was job talk, job talk, so this is what I wanted to say.

Enrique is telling me that sometimes

people in New York give away all their Stackster pieces for free.

On the Internet, and sometimes it's a lot of them. Like a lot.

They give them away for free? Really?

Yeah. They basically post a picture online and say, "Come and get 'em,"

the way I imagine dating apps work.

I love free. We could always use more Stacksters.

For our father-son builds?

Our little hands holding little blocks building big, imaginary worlds?

Yes!

Owen, we should talk more. The lady from Kingsley is calling at 5:00.

Yep, yep, yep. Just gonna go get my computer

and look into this Stackster thing.

-Real quick. -So quick.

Won't take long. Just gonna put on pants.

You know? I won't even put on pants.

That's my guy.

All right, scroll down. Good. Keep scrolling.

I know how to use a computer.

-There. Click there. -Clicking.

-Click better. Holy brick. -Dear Lord.

So many Stacksters. Message them.

I am, I am. "Are your Stacksters still available for pickup?" And send.

And now we wait.

There's a good chance they already gave them away,

so let's try not to get our hopes up-- Oh, my God, she wrote back.

That was so fast.

"Come get them. Here's our address." Oh, my God!

-Yes, yes! -What's happening?

We hit the mother lode. We'll be back.

-Dad, pants? -No time, Dad.

-We've got bricks to pick up. -I forgot I wasn't wearing pants.

Come on, Molly. He was about to leave the house with no pants on.

-You were gonna let me? -Yes. Would have been incredible.

Sorry. We're not gonna get that chance again for a while, huh?

No.

This is the fastest I've ever driven through the park.

I don't want anybody to get those bricks before us.

If they do, you run them down. You run them down!

I will. I'll do it.

We got the bricks, we got the bricks

We got the bricks

We got the bricks

We got--

She just gave you these?

Yeah. Her son went to college, so these are ours now.

You guys are cold-blooded.

That poor kid probably doesn't know she gave them away.

-Can we just build, please? -Yep, yep. Let's do it.

Okay, can we talk first?

This job offer is potentially maybe more important than Stacksters.

-Bite your tongue. -Owen, we need to talk!

Okay, okay. We're gonna talk. We're gonna talk so much,

but I just have to build first for an indefinite amount of time.

Maybe there's a comparison here. Think about this.

Sometimes in life, somebody offers you something nice,

and you just have to take it.

Like these Stacksters.

This morning, we didn't have them, and now we do.

AKA when someone offers you something nice, you take it.

Don't make the Stacksters about this job offer.

That gives me an idea. Let's make these Stacksters about this job offer.

-No. -This is a great, maybe perfect idea.

I think we should all build the lives we could have

if Dad was gonna take this job.

No. You can't tell somebody what to build.

I like it. Yes, we get to build our amazing, perfect future lives.

No, there's no rules. You build whatever you want.

I love it. I'm gonna build my perfect future life.

And then we can present our perfect future--

I'm not gonna do the whisper thing.

Then we can present our perfect future

living-in-Connecticut-and-loving-it lives to each other.

-All right, let's build. -Build whatever you want.

All right, let's spread out. I need more room.

Farther away from all of you. I love you.

Oh, my God, I did so good. I'll go first.

-Can we just build? -Nope.

Our new house is just off the prestigious campus of Kingsley University.

My room in our new house is simple.

A mattress on the floor, art books for genius artists scattered about.

Wait, so you're a gymnast in your future life?

No, ignore her outfit. I thought she was cute, and she kinda has my hair.

Anyway, shush.

To make money, I take a job as the janitor at the university.

Wait, you get a job in this scenario? You're not going to school or--

Lot of questions during my future life presentation.

Sorry.

Hi. How's it going? Yep, just the janitor. No need to talk to me.

That's all the time we have today in super-advanced art class.

For extra credit, what I've written here on the chalkboard

is a description of a drawing that's nearly impossible to draw.

If you could somehow manage to draw this drawing,

you would be in the rare company

with the likes of Monet, Van Gogh and that MAD magazine guy.

Good luck. Class dismissed.

There's no way I could draw that. That's impossible.

You'd have to be a super double art genius to draw that.

Come on. Let's go get a really expensive lunch with our rich daddies' money.

That night, I was all alone, mopping the hall.

-You're still mopping? -It's a lot of mopping, okay?

But I didn't come here to mop.

I came here to do art. If I could just believe in myself.

The blank page is so frightening

Like a tiger staring back

I've got my colors here beside me

To guide me and hide me From the attack

Sometimes I feel like I can see things

Things that no one else can see

And I just wish That someone else could tell me

That they see them too

But then again It's kinda cool that it's just me

I know that I could be

I could be something amazing

If I just let myself be free

Create the things that amaze me

If I could paint the world The way I wanna see the world

Then that's the world That I would wanna be in

Take all the light that glows in me

And shine it like a sun