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Run! It's a graduation!

Everyone, start your individual mood swings.

Nice, the graduation day wailing is already underway.

Charlie is fairly new to how we do graduations around here, but he's a definite natural.

Frida's got an idea. I wonder if it has anything to do with how she became immortal.

Hrm. Darryl's here. For no reason. That's a dandy sweater, though.

This concludes the graduation celebration.

Congratulations, Kayla! What's next for you?

You decided to run toward and attack the first pregnant person you saw?

Real classy.

At least there were no lasting negative effects.

Poppy's managed to retain her sparkling smile in the midst of this unprovoked attack.

She even had enough time to just go have a baby. Meet Mina Rosenzweig.

Excellent timing, Krasinski.

No. Please. Don't hit yourself.

Hey, how'd that get there? Welp, might as well call a cab.

Yeah, and take that squinch with you.

Now the family can get back to business as usual - standing in clumps ...

... and leaving babies on the floor.

Can somebody move the damned bear? We have another birthday.

Alright, who invited the vortex?

Jesus! You people are always sneaking up on me.

Oh dear. Poppy, you're an adult now, time for a makeover.

You look like a 1960s Star Trek crew member. Oh well, it's cool.

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This is different. The garden is tending itself now.

But it's nice to see some things never change.

Try not to devour him all in one bite, Frida. He's not a plate of bacon.

Poppy has been exhibiting some signs of stress, such as post-work flopping ...

... fish dangling ...

... deliberate and intense fish-ignoring (poor Deshaun) ...

... smug belly-pointing ...

... twilight gardening in swimwear ...

... and post promotion-at-work blinding rage. Actually it's hard to tell, she may be fist-bumping herself.

But, she's not the only one acting kooky. Charlie has taken to doing his homework outside places of business.

And his father, Darryl has grown so old that he doesn't even recognize his own child.

Plus, he's taken to trying to terrify others just to avoid dealing with Rachel and Suri constantly trying to pummel each other.

To deal with her own angst, Suri's been stirring pots of spaghetti like they're cauldrons ...

... and exploding plates of meatballs over the stove. Whatever works.

Also, Stanley's either been a very bad boy again, or is trying to perfect walking through walls.

Suri's gone downtown to play with her toys on the floor of a salon -
and hey, weird guy is here, and he's really excited about pools

Uh-oh, he's spotted you, Suri.

Now he's going to insist upon giving you a makeover.

And you know he's going to end up singing songs about all of your body parts.

Quick, get that makeover before he asks you to snatch the pebble from his hand.

Perfect. I know you always wanted to look like a concrete wall.

Yeah, I know Frida. That outfit is sapping my will to live, too.

Rachel's been busting her dowager's hump holding mops all fricking weird-like, so she sends herself for a makeover, too.

I know, I know. The sheer drama of it all.

Your stylist is clutching her stomach, so it's probably time to get started.

Of course. I forgot the pre-makeover ritual pressing down of the earth.

Grate. Now go home and rub your new clothing against Suri's new clothing and see if the world starts to burn.

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