The sunny is shinning and the birds are chirping. A young boy on his skateboard whizes past you and gives you a smile. Walking up to the front porch of "the Parkers houshold" You ring the doorbell and patiently wait. The door creaks catiously open as a small frigile head appers.
"Are you Parkers new friend?" asked Aunt May. "He is waiting for you upstairs, please come in!"