(jaunty music)

- All right, listen, I didn't wanna have to do this,

but you leave me no choice.

Here comes the smolder.

(saucy music)

This is kind of an off day for me.

This doesn't normally happen.

Fine, I'll take you to see the lanterns.

- Really?

(crashes)

Oops.

- [Eugene] You broke my smolder.

- Woo hoo!

Best day ever!

(sniffles)

(clears throat)

- You know, I can't help but notice

you seem a little at war with yourself here.

- What?

- Now I'm only picking up bits and pieces, of course.

Over-protective mother, forbidden road trip,

I mean this is serious stuff.

But let me ease your conscience.

This is part of growing up.

A little rebellion, a little adventure,

that's good, healthy even.

- You think?

- I know.

You're way overthinking this, trust me.

Does your mother deserve it?

No.

Would this break her heart and crush her soul?

Of course.

But you've just got to do it.

- Break her heart?

- In half.

- Crush her soul?

- Like a grape.

- She would be heartbroken, you're right.