Larry's POV
Monday June 14th
6:00pm
Walt, Igner, and I had just gotten home from the store for ma. "What took you boys so long?" asked ma. "Sorry, ma. New cereal had been added to the shelves so the whole place was totally PACKED" I said. "I DON'T CARE" yelled ma as she slapped me. I wanted to cry, Mom had been slapping and insulting us since we came out of the womb. We went to our bedrooms, (or should I say our bedroom), got into our pajamas, and went to bed. Yes, our bedtime is 6:00pm, god help us.

Walt's POV
Tuesday June 15th
8:00am
"WAKE UP YOU, IDIOTIC DUMMIES" yelled mother. Yep, we only get 14 hours of sleep EVERY NIGHT. I really need some sleep. The only breakfast we get is two pieces of bacon and orange juice. Every night Larry and I have the same nightmare about when Professor Farnsworth lights that match, mom shields herself with Larry and I, the match explodes, and Larry and I are left crying, traumatized, and without a father. We NEVER had a father figure in our lives, which kinda sucks, when we see kids having fun with their dads or getting love and affection from their mothers it always makes us really sad. (BTW whenever Larry and I hear or see an explosion, we kinda freak out cause it's a reminder of that trauma). Mom forced us to stay home today so we can hear her new evil plan. 10 hours of scheming later, Larry, Igner, and I went to bed. But not before getting slapped again from mother for not liking her evil plan. I don't know about Larry and Igner but I am SICK and TIRED of being abused by someone who was supposed to be a loving and caring mother, not an abusive and smoking mother. The time has come to be rebellious, let's runaway.

Larry's POV
Wednesday June 16th
11:30am
Walt told us we were running away, Igner and I didn't argue cause we knew that he would just hit or smack us. Because of ma's negative influence on us since birth, we always hit or smack each other to vent out our anger. We packed up our belongings, ma was taking a nap with a cigarette in her hand (classic) so it'd be easy to escape, we ran to the nearest bus station, paid for 3 bus tickets, and took the bus to Las Vegas. Goodbye abusive childhood and hello new runaway life.