"N-no, of course not, why would I ever do that??" *100% was planning to break into Jazzland again* (Grandson)

"Hey, Tripod! Not planning on breaking into any more abandoned theme parks, are ya?" (Grandfather)

"I AM AN ADULT AND WILL NOT BE HELD TO SUCH- zzzzzz" (Grandson)

"Alright, lil' bit. I think it's your naptime." (Grandparent)

"Yeah, well, according to Uncle Cress I learned it from the best, so there!" (Son)

"You know, for a pup with three legs, you sure do get into a lot of trouble." (Father)

"Oh absolutely, what are we doing what are we doing??" (Nephew)

"Okay, pup, you're with me. Let's go cause some chaos." (Untie)

"Not physically, no, but emotionally yes. What's life without a little bit of trouble?" (Nephew)

"Hito, do you really need to get in this much trouble? If I let you get hurt on my watch, Ind- your father will have my head." (Uncle)

"Cmon, Pops, just oneeeee more trip into the park?? I wanna see if I can make the roller coaster run!" (Son)

"Absolutely not Hito, you could get yourself hurt, or worse- killed. I cannot risk that happening to you or your siblings."

"Tristan come on come on! Let's go! I wanna go sneak back into Hylea, that stupid ol' water horse can't catch both of us." (Brother)

"I... don't think that's a good idea. But I also don't want to let you run off alone, so... let's go!" (Brother)

"Oh, what, just cause you're bigger and older you're the boss here?? W-well you're right! I am NOT fit for leadership!" (Brother)

"That's right, furball! I'm the boss! For now at least, until Phobos starts biting me again!" (Brother)

"D-don't look at me in that tone!" (Brother)

*continues to glare* (Sibling)