(Noah and Jason continue to hold on and fight the good-immune-system fight. Ezra has moved on from Pedialyte to bananas and toast, with distinctively mixed results. I am fighting off an encroaching post-stomach-flu sinus infection, because why the hell not? And Ike thinks it's all a bunch of malingering bullshit and would like to go to the playground already, GOD.)
(In other words, hav sum pitchers. Hork.)
Behold, a photo opportunity!
A CHALLENGER APPEARS.
A pile-on quickly follows.
Poorly-focused and unsynchronized hamming, but still with some promise.
PHASE FOUR AND A HALF:
Look at the camera and hold still, guys. No, I meant YOU look at the camera, not twist your brother's head like a Barbie doll, I mean...
Can you stop screaming "cheese" so loud? I think you're starting to freak the ba...
Foreshadowing of the inevitable.
Hold up. That's not bad...maybe just one more second...if you two would just SMILE like NORMAL PEOPLE, PLEASE...
Denouement. Heartbreaking yet oddly LOL-worthy denouement.
The immediate shifting of blame and innocent stares of "What? Us? That? No."