(NEW YORK)

In a comfortable apartment lay an old man. His eyes surrounded by wrinkles opened up when his doorbell rang.

"Those kids are here for another candy?" He mused as he stood to reach the door. His face dropped upon seeing his son.

"What?" The man asked with a bored look. He saw Diego and smiled widely. "Oh, my son." He walked past Einstein and hugged Diego.

"Son? Grandpa, really? You haven't seen me in a year."

"You're always a troublesome person, always coming to see me whenever you need something," the man glared, then frowned.

"What about your second friend, the funny one?"

Diego sighed. "That's why we...