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them, and we can move forward.”
    Grandma walked back into the living room with a fresh pitcher of lemonade. She refilled their glasses and then sat down on the piano bench. “So what did you boys decide?”
    â€œWe’d love to have you invest in our movie,” said Justin. “I really appreciate this. I can’t tell you how much it means to us.”
    â€œOh, goody,” said Grandma. “This is going to be so much fun.” Again her eyes went ice-cold.
    The eyes of a hardened killer.
    The eyes of doom.
    Suddenly Justin came up with the greatest movie idea ever. It would be a terrifying film about a grandmother who—
    No, no. Focus. One project at a time.

6
    Justin, Gabe, and Bobby sat in Justin’s room, each typing away on their laptops.
    Grandma’s check was safely tucked away in Justin’s wallet. For a split second, he’d thought that Grandma drew a skull underneath her signature, but it had just been his imagination.
    Bobby snickered.
    â€œDid you write a funny part?” asked Justin.
    Bobby hesitated for a moment. “Yes.”
    â€œWhat was it?”
    â€œIt needs another draft or two before I’m ready to share it.”
    Justin stood up and walked over so he could see Bobby’s computer. Bobby switched screens, but he wasn’t fast enough to stop Justin from seeing that he wasn’t working on the script. And the screen he switched to wasn’t the script either. Bobby realized this and flipped to a third screen that also wasn’t the script before he flipped back to the script.
    â€œWe’re supposed to be working.”
    â€œI am working.”
    â€œYou were watching a giraffe video.”
    â€œResearch.”
    â€œResearch for what?”
    â€œA giraffe scene.”
    â€œC’mon, Bobby. We need to take this seriously.”
    â€œI am taking it seriously. Look how much I’ve written already.”
    â€œTwo lines!” shouted Justin.
    â€œTwo great lines.”
    â€œWe can’t afford a giraffe,” said Gabe.
    â€œHe wasn’t writing a giraffe part. He was just watching a video.”
    â€œNot everyone can just turn on their inspiration like a light switch,” said Bobby. “Some of us need to ease ourselves into creativity. Maybe you have your own little quirks. Do you hear me judging them? No. If I want to watch a giraffe steal a lady’s jar of peanut butter to get in the mood to write, who are you to tell me it’s wrong?”
    â€œDoes the giraffe really steal her peanut butter?” asked Gabe.
    â€œYeah. You want to watch?”
    Three minutes and eighteen seconds later, Justin said, “Okay, yeah, that was a pretty funny video. But we’re on a super-tight schedule, and we can’t mess around.”
    â€œI think that video was faked,” said Gabe. “Why would that lady be carrying around a whole jar of peanut butter at the zoo? Nobody does that.”
    â€œNo more videos,” said Justin. “No social media. Nothing but zombies, zombies, zombies until we’re done.”
    â€œCan we watch zombie videos for inspiration?” asked Bobby.
    â€œNo,” said Justin, but then he considered it. “Actually, maybe that’s not a bad idea. We’ll watch part of a movie just to get ourselves into the right mind-set.”
    â€œI vote the original Dawn of the Dead ,” said Gabe.
    â€œI vote the remake,” said Bobby.
    Four hours later their double feature was over. Justin had only planned to watch the first ten minutes of each, but you couldn’t just pop in the original Dawn of the Dead and not watch the whole thing. It was a good idea in theory but didn’t actually work in the real world. And once they’d finished the original, they had to respect Bobby’s wishes and watch just the first ten minutes of the remake, which then became just the first twenty minutes, which then became just the first thirty