Steven, Isabella, and Greg were at the car wash, sitting down while eating watermelons.
Steven spits a seed into the air as it lands on his face, making the seed look like a tear, "Look! I'm Amadeus!" Steven then proceeded to speak in a German accent, "My father, he disapproves of me!"
"Ha! Well check this out." Greg takes a bite out of his watermelon, lays back, closes his eyes, and spits out two seeds as they land on his eyes, "Ta-da!"
Steven and Isabella laugh. Greg opens one of his eyes.
"Let me try." Isabella bites out of her watermelon stands up, inhales, and spits out a seed that hits a can off a cone.
Steven and Greg look in shock.
"Haaa... That was impressive, but the name of the game ain't distance nor accuracy." Greg told his children.
"It ain't?" Steven asks.
"No Steven, this challenge is all about who can spit the coolest. Allow me to demonstrate." Greg bites into a watermelon and stands up, winking at his children he inhales and leans over, spitting three seeds into the chewed watermelon, which flings them back into his hand.
Isabella claps as Steven laughs, "Wow, Dad!" They stop when they realize that he wasn't responding or moving, "Uh... Dad? You okay?"
"...Help me!"
Isabella and Steven help him stand straight, making the man collapse into the lawn chair.
"...Beat...that."
Isabella and Steven look at him with wide eyes, "What!"
"You're asking for it!" Isabella points before she and Steven proceed to eat multiple watermelons.
"You're really asking for it!" Steven adds.
Isabella and Steven look at each other, "Double... Hurricane...Spin...Spiiiiiiit!!!!" They shoot watermelon seeds everywhere around them.
"Our double hurricane spin spit is unbeatable!" Steven exclaims, him and his sister high-fiving.
"By jove! It's full of seeds!" Greg exclaims, opening his eyes.
"Dad?" Isabella asks.
"Congratulations, kiddos. You win by a mile." Greg takes two watermelon slices and starts to make crowns out of them, "I crown thee, Your Water-Melojesties." he crowns them both, "My liege."
The three bow to each other, opening an eye before laughing uncontrollably.
Next day...
Isabella and Steven wake up, noticing all the Isabella-shaped watermelons.
"Holy-"
"Watermelon!"
Isabella and Steven get off their lawn chairs and pick up two watermelons.
"Is this... ?" Isabella gasps, "Can it be... ?"
"They're you! They're all you!" Steven exclaims.
