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1.
[YouTube Video]:
Thumbnail:
Charles mid-squat, Max in background pointing at his own head, huge arrow labeled “86 BILLION NEURONS”
Video title:
“What’s Up, My People? Max Kills My Vibe with Nerd Facts”
Intro music plays.
Charles appears on screen, looking effortlessly stylish in a hoodie and jeans, with his signature casual-but-im-ready-to-go-on-a-redcarpet look. He greets the camera with a smile.
Charles:
"Hey, guys! Charles here, back with another video.
So, I’ve got a little something for you today.
I thought I'd share my workout routine as well as some of my fitness tips with you, not just physical but also mental ones because you never know when your brain just jumps from one thought to the next and suddenly you're an anxious furball."
A voice from the background:
"Did you know the human brain has about 86 billion neurons, and they fire electrical impulses at 250 miles per hour?"
The camera zooms out to reveal Max sitting on the couch in the background, wearing scrubs and holding a large medical textbook, looking entirely absorbed.
Charles facepalms:
"Oh my god. Here we go. Are we seriously doing this right now?
And guys, Max is here as well, let’s just say to be a professional buzzkill as always.
Max, come on, say something nice to my fans."
Max appears genuinely enthusiastic:
"I mean, you should be thankful. This is the most interesting thing you’ll learn all day.
Did you know that the brain uses 20% of the body’s total energy, even when you’re not doing anything?"
Charles looks at the camera like with an expression that said: See? I married an idiot.
"I came on here to talk about my workout routine, and now I’m getting a TED Talk on... neurons. Thanks, cheri."
Max's totally unbothered voice:
"But you could’ve learned something useful. Like, did you know that stress affects your brain’s ability to form memories?"
Charles' mocking tone:
"Wow, Max. I can totally see that as an excuse when you forget our anniversary: 'Oh no, babe, I had too much stress. My brain just couldn’t remember!’"
Max was grinning now:
"Exactly."
Charles, to the camera:
"You see? This is what I live with.
So, guys, if you ever need a brain to be dissected, you know who to call."
Max waves dismissively.
Charles:
"Anyway, back to the topic of health and fitness.
Max, you can go back to... your neurons, or whatever."
Max stands up and exits, grinning ear to ear.
Charles sighs dramatically:
"I love him. I really do. But god, it’s a full-time job keeping him from turning everything into an anatomy lesson."
The video cuts to a shot of Charles holding a kettlebell.
Charles:
"Right, as I was saying, today’s video is all about... lifting, not lecturing on how your brain can fry if you don’t take care of it. So -"
A loud screech is heard from background and Max whimpering:
"Charlie, I've stubbed my toe. IT HURTS!!!!!!!!"
The video ends with Charles rolling his eyes for the thousandth time as he rushes to the sound of the ruckus.
[Editor subtitle: “Brain surgeon. Defeated by furniture.”]
2.
[YouTube Video]:
Thumbnail:
Charles in a tux + Max in socks blending something glowing green.
Title overlay: “WHO LET HIM IN THE KITCHEN?? 💀”
Video title:
“Sneak Peak Into What We've Been Cooking!!”
The camera fades in, showing Charles in front of a professional photo shoot set. He’s adjusting his hair, looking effortlessly handsome in a sleek, tailored suit.
Carlos, the ever-stylish model and friend, is next to him, wearing a similar outfit.
Both are clearly used to the spotlight, but Charles is still doing the whole "I'm pretending I'm not famous" routine.
Cut to Charles talking to the camera:
"Hey, everyone! Charles here.
So today’s a fun one. Behind-the-scenes of a photoshoot with Carlos, my favorite model... and occasional pain in the ass.
We’re shooting for a new campaign - I'm not allowed to talk about it yet, but it’s... you know, very high profile."
The camera cuts to Carlos, who’s adjusting his sunglasses and giving his best "serious model" look to the lens.
The scene cuts to them heading to lunch at a trendy café. The table is set with bowls of salad, avocado toast, and iced coffees.
Charles speaks taking a sip of his iced coffee:
"Okay, so now we’re at lunch, and Carlos has been lecturing me about my lack of style for the last 20 minutes.
Can you believe this guy?"
Camera cuts to Carlos smirking:
"It’s for your own good, buddy.
You need the help."
Charles is rolling his eyes:
"Sure, and I need you to stop bringing up your personal modeling techniques every five seconds."
Carlos' laughing voice heard from the other end of the camera:
"It’s all part of the lifestyle, Charles. You wouldn’t understand."
They finish up their meal and drive over to Charles and Max’s house. The camera zooms in on Charles as he opens the door and walks inside, where Max is lounging on the couch, wearing nothing but sweatpants, a T-shirt that says “Ask me about my brain,” and socks that are clearly mismatched.
Charles, gesturing to their living room:
"And here we are - in Max's kingdom.
The place where the brain surgeon becomes... a literal couch potato."
Max without looking up from his phone:
"Hey, my brain needs rest too, you know."
Carlos enters, clearly amused by Max’s lack of effort to get dressed up.
Carlos' shot raising an eyebrow:
"Max, you do realize there’s a world outside your sweatpants, right?"
Cut to Max looking up briefly:
"Oh, I know. I just prefer to live in a world where the most important thing is my comfort.
Not like you, Carlos, who spends four hours a day looking at himself in the mirror."
Carlos laughs:
"Okay, touché.
But seriously, Charles, how do you live with this? Every time I come here, it's like I’ve walked into a time loop of the least stylish man alive."
Charles' exasperated voice from behind the camera:
"I married a fashion miscreant and I love him."
Max, noticing that Charles is recording, suddenly perks up:
"Oh, you’re vlogging? So, Carlos, tell the people how you never actually eat anything, just air and water, and how that’s why you look like a glorified mannequin."
Charles stares at the camera in pure exasperation.
Carlos starts laughing and shaking his head, while Max walks into the kitchen and starts making something in a blender. He looks over his shoulder at them both.
Max:
"You guys know that if you want to look like models, you need more than just salads, right? You need a balanced diet. Like this protein shake I’m making."
Carlos and Charles exchange a skeptical glance.
Carlos:
"Oh, god. Max, what’s in this shake? Are we adding chili sauce again?"
Max, smirking:
'cuz you're hotter than a chili, baby.
Charles clears his throat, camera zooming into his wide eyes, with him yelling:
"RIGHT INFRONT OF YOUR HUSBAND???"
Max and Carlos laughs out loud.
Max continues grinning:
"Besides, don’t knock it till you try it. I’m just adding the essentials. Protein, carbs, a little spice... and love."
Charles groans. Carlos wheezes.
The blender whirs to life, and Charles walks over, trying to block his view of the abomination Max is creating.
Max shaking the blender: "
I’m telling you, this is cutting-edge nutrition."
Carlos: "
Please tell me you're not adding chili sauce again."
Max:
"What, you think I wouldn’t spice things up a little?"
Charles, turning to the camera, as he picks up the “drink” and holds it up like it’s a grenade:
"This, my friends, is the point in the video where I remind myself why I love him."
Charles takes a small sip and immediately chokes.
Charles coughing:
"Oh my god.
This is... Max. I -"
Pauses, thinking:
"I love you, but this -"
Carlos was laughing hysterically:
"Max, I swear if I get food poisoning, I’m sending you the medical bill.
I’m a model, not a lab rat."
Max:
"A little protein never hurt anyone."
Charles looks at Carlos, then the camera.
Charles:
"You see? This is what I’m talking about.
He’s either saving brains or ruining my life with awful shakes."
The camera zooms in on Charles as he laughs, shaking his head in disbelief, while Carlos and Max continue arguing over the mystery shake.
[Editor note: “Pray for Carlos (idc about Charles.) 1 like = 1 neuron saved.”]
3.
[YouTube Video]:
Thumbnail:
George holding a checklist. Max holding a thermos. Lando midair doing a kick.
Big title: "NO WIFI. JUST PAIN."
Video Title:
“Trapped in a Weekend of Chaos!"
The video opens with a montage of Charles, Max, and the gang packing for a weekend getaway. The camera zooms in on Charles, clearly frustrated as he organizes bags in the trunk of a car.
Charles, talking to the camera:
"So, I thought I’d take a quick weekend trip to relax... but of course, I’m surrounded by the most... distracting people on the planet: Carlos, Lando, Alex, George, and Max - my husband, the world’s biggest idiot."
As on cue, the trunk slams shut, and Max’s voice can be heard from inside the car.
Max, yelling from inside: "
Did you pack the extra brain cells? 'Cause I might need them with this crowd."
Charles groaning:
"Okay, that’s... you know what, I’m not even going to address the fact that he just called himself the smartest one.
I swear, this weekend is going to be a test of patience."
Cut to them arriving at the destination: a cozy cabin in the middle of nowhere. Everyone piles out of the cars in a disorganized fashion.
Carlos waving his arms dramatically:
"I call dibs on the biggest bed!"
Lando immediately jumping onto the couch yelling:
"I call dibs on Carlos."
George is unpacking with military precision, checking off items from a list on his phone.
George was muttering to himself:
"Okay, so according to my spreadsheet, I have calculated exactly how much time we need for activities and how much free time we should have.
I’ve built in a 45-min buffer for Max's... in-depth lectures on neuroscience, so we should be good."
Charles looking at the camera, dryly:
"And that, my friends, is the human embodiment of an Excel spreadsheet: George Russell."
Max walks over, sipping from a thermos, and leans over George’s shoulder:
"So, George, do you have a column for 'How many times I’m going to annoy Charles this weekend'?"
Charles mockingly:
"Please, don’t give him any more ideas."
Lando's voice was heard yelling from across the room:
"Hey, if I break something, I shouldn’t have to pay for it, right?"
Cut to a cozy living room. The gang is gathered, Max is lounging on the couch while everyone else tries to make themselves comfortable.
Max speaking up, suddenly intense:
"Did you know that the human body is made up of approximately 60% water? That’s why hydration is key, especially on trips like this. You have to drink at least 2 liters of water a day to keep your brain functioning properly."
Charles deadpan: "
Yes, Max, we’re all aware. But I didn’t know you were going to give me a TED Talk on hydration right before dinner."
Lando interrupting:
"You know what I think is crazy? The fact that we’re all out here in the woods with no Wi-Fi.
How are we supposed to survive without Twitter, or... whatever it is you guys do?"
Carlos mock serious:
"Lando, you really should’ve prepared.
The real question is, how are you going to deal with being in a cabin without a full-length mirror?"
Lando gasps:
"That’s it.
This weekend is ruined."
Charles rolls his eyes and walks toward the kitchen. Max follows him, still talking about how essential water is to human life.
Max serious:
"Hydration is so important. I mean, everything in your body depends on water. It's like oil for an engine. Without it, your brain can’t process things properly."
Charles muttering:
"I’m married to a geeky freak."
Max:
"You did choose me. Remember that."
Charles deadpan:
"Yeah, and now I'm seriously reconsidering that."
Cut to the group around a bonfire outside later in the evening, everyone holding a drink.
Lando’s in the background trying to start an impromptu dance-off with Carlos, while George is carefully measuring his drink, clearly trying to calculate the ideal amount of alcohol per glass.
Lando excited:
"Okay, okay, time to settle this once and for all! Who’s the better dancer?"
Carlos grinning:
"I mean, I already know the answer."
Lando:
"No, no, I mean, I want to settle it."
Carlos stands up, fully embracing the challenge, and the two of them start dancing - in the weirdest, most chaotic fashion possible.
Charles smirking to the camera:
"Honestly, they’re both terrible dancers, but I can’t stop watching."
Max, whispering to Charles:
"Did you know that the average person will dance in public about 300 times in their lifetime? That’s approximately 15,000 seconds of pure... awkwardness."
Charles wide-eyed, staring at Max:
"Max, I swear to god, if you start talking about 'brain chemistry' in the middle of this... I’ll strangle you."
Max grinning:
"You know I love it when you strangle me."
Cut to Charles' horrified look.
The video ends with Lando falling into the bushes, Carlos high-fiving George, and Max still enthusiastically lecturing Alex about the benefits of camping as Charles and the others laugh in the background.
4.
[YouTube Video]:
Thumbnail:
Arthur holding inflatable Santa in very compromising position. Max dangling upside down from a ladder.
Video Title:
"Christmas Decoration with the Fam ft. TOO Much Glitter”
The video opens with a beautifully decorated living room - the kind of living room that screams “We’re rich enough for a professional decorator, but we did it ourselves anyway to show off.”
A massive, extravagant Christmas tree stands tall in the center of the room, already sparkling with fairy lights, ornaments, and enough tinsel to coat a whole department store.
Charles talking directly to the camera, putting up an ornament:
"Alright, so Christmas decorating, as you guys know, is a big deal in this house.
And this year, we have my family with us.
Yeyyyy!!"
The camera cuts to Max, who is already trying to attach a ridiculously oversized star to the top of the tree.
Arthur, Charles’ younger brother, is beside him, mimicking Max’s every move with too much enthusiasm.
Arthur’s already grinning like a madman as he holds up an inflatable Santa that looks slightly wrong.
Arthur laughing:
"Alright, Max, I’m definitely going to hang this thing right next to the mistletoe.
Nothing says holiday spirit like a giant inflatable Santa and... a very questionable position for the mistletoe."
[Pop-up: Strategic Placement™]
Max grinning mischievously:
"Exactly, Arthur. Mistletoe should always be in strategic places.
It’s all about... location, location, location."
Charles immediately looks over with wide eyes, half-laughing, half-mortified.
Charles laughing nervously:
"Oh, God.
Not this again."
Arthur, not even pretending to be innocent:
"No, really. Think about it. It’s a great spot. You hang it above the tree and then -"
Charles, cutting him off:
"Please, for the love of Christmas, do not finish that sentence.
Not in front of Mom!"
The camera cuts to Charles’ mom, sitting on the couch with her arms crossed, trying to stay calm. She looks like she’s heard everything by now, but that doesn’t stop her from rolling her eyes at her sons’ antics.
Pascale smiling through clenched teeth:
"If I hear one more thing about strategic mistletoe placement or oversized... balls on this tree, I’m literally going to need a drink."
Charles, clearly overwhelmed but laughing anyway, turns back to the tree, grabbing an ornament shaped like a reindeer.
Charles sighing:
"This is exactly what Christmas decorating is like with them.
Every single time."
Max beaming:
"I mean, you can’t have Christmas without a little... excitement."
He pauses and grins like he’s about to say something ridiculous.
"And excitement, like a good tree, needs the right support. Like these branches. You know what I mean?"
Lorenzo bursts out laughing, barely able to control himself.
Charles, holding up a garland:
"Do you ever stop?
You do realize we’re not alone, right?"
Max grinning:
"Oh, I know. And that’s what makes it so fun."
He winks at Arthur, who absolutely gets it.
Charles slaps his forehead in pure, unfiltered agony. Max is dying from laughter.
Charles looks at the camera, now almost completely giving up. He’s laughing, but also clearly done. He does a dramatic facepalm, shaking his head.
Charles to the camera:
"I married an idiot.
I... genuinely did this to myself."
Max throws his arm around Charles’ shoulder, practically beaming with pride at the absolute chaos they’ve just created.
Max with a sly grin:
"Merry Christmas, everyone. And remember - there’s always room for a little extra sparkle."
Charles to the camera, smiling through exhaustion:
"Merry Christmas, everyone. I married an idiot... and this is what I get.
But honestly? I wouldn’t change a thing."
The camera cuts to Max casually sipping a cup of cocoa, completely pleased with the disaster they’ve just created. The screen fades to a Christmas-themed outro with upbeat music, and a last shot of the tree - a work of art, in its own special way.
5.
[YouTube Video]:
Thumbnail:
Split-screen: Charles covered in red wine/Max shrugging with “😇”
Video title:
"Q&A: How I Met Max (PS: I’m Still Surprised I Married Him)"
The video opens with Charles sitting on his favorite sofa, looking totally relaxed.
He’s wearing a cozy sweater and has a cup of coffee in his hand.
The background is casual and welcoming - there’s a lit-up Christmas tree in the corner, and some soft music is playing.
Charles addresses the camera, a warm smile on his face.
Charles smiling brightly:
"Hey guys, welcome back to the channel!
Today, I thought I’d answer some of your burning questions ...so I thought, ‘Why not make it fun?’
I’ve got a couple of surprises for you today."
He looks at the camera, eyes glinting mischievously.
"But first, let’s talk about how I really met my husband, Max.
You guys have been asking for a while now, so here it goes."
Cue dramatic pause.
Charles gets up, walks off-screen, and the camera stays focused on the now-awkwardly quiet space.
Suddenly, Charles is back - dragging Max in behind him by the arm.
Max is wearing his usual "I’m way too good for this" face, and he looks utterly unimpressed as Charles plops him down next to him on the couch.
Max groaning:
"Charles, what the hell? I told you I didn’t want to do this. I’m literally on call in two hours, and you’re making me sit through a YouTube video?"
Charles sitting down, pretending to ignore Max’s whining:
"Oh, stop being dramatic. You love the attention.
Now, let’s get to it. You’re answering the question with me."
Max grumbles but looks over at the camera, giving the most deadpan look ever.
"I’m only doing this because you begged me. Because let's be honest, who can say no to those puppy eyes."
Charles glares and Max grumbles:
"Fine, let’s talk about how we met. But I swear to God, Charles, if you tell them anything embarrassing..."
Charles turning to the camera, grinning:
"Okay, so… we met at a charity event.
I was there because I was basically dragged into it by Lando and Carlos.
I don’t usually do the whole ‘charity gala’ thing, but hey, free drinks, right?"
Max, clearly hearing this for the first time, immediately interrupts, his trademark sarcasm kicking in.
"Oh yeah, free drinks? That’s totally why you went. Because you’re so altruistic."
Charles stares at Max, looking exasperated, then gives the camera a completely deadpan look.
Charles eyes wide:
"Right.
Anyway, I was standing there, looking for a drink, trying to avoid talking to people.
And then Max - who doesn't like social events at all, mind you - walks in, and the first thing he does is spill red wine all over me."
Max’s eyes widen with mock horror, and he immediately jumps in to defend himself.
Max dramatically:
"I did not spill red wine on you.
You knocked the glass out of my hand when you were too busy checking yourself out in a mirror, which is, let’s be real, your entire personality."
Charles laughing:
"Oh, now you’re just lying.
You had the glass in your hand. And you were laughing when it happened!
I thought I was going to have to walk around with a giant red stain on my white shirt for the rest of the night."
🍷 [Pop-up: “Red Wine: Now available in ‘First-Impression Ruiner’ flavor.”]
Max dramatically shrugs as if he’s the picture of innocence:
"What can I say? I was just helping you stand out.
Honestly, the red wine did wonders for your outfit. It gave it... character."
Charles looks at the camera, silently blinking in disbelief. Then he sighs and continues.
"So yeah, Max spilled wine on me, and I was pretty pissed about it at first, but then he - I swear - just went straight into ‘nurse mode’ and started apologizing for, like, half an hour."
Max leans back, crossing his arms smugly:
"I was just making sure you didn’t drown in your own wine stain.
You know, being the good, caring doctor that I am."
Charles side-eyes him, deadpan:
"Sure, Max. Sure.
You care so much that you actually invited me to dinner the next day, even though you were convinced I would never speak to you again."
Max rolls his eyes, looking almost uninterested as he scratches his neck:
"I thought you were too pretty to stay mad at me for long.
And if you hadn’t agreed to dinner, I would’ve just used my signature line and bought you more wine.
Works every time."
Charles looks at the camera, his smile returning as he shrugs helplessly.
Charles laughing:
"Well, he’s not wrong. It worked.
I am easy to impress with good wine and an apology that didn't feel fake."
Charles pauses for a moment:
"Wait a second - what do you mean "works everytime?" How many times and on how many people have you tried it on?!"
Charles is fake-glaring at Max as the latter's eyes just twinkle in mischief.
Charles finally addresses the next burning question:
"Alright, next question… we'll get to the bottom of the wine trick personally later.
Everyone’s been asking about our wedding day.
Well, let me just say: it was chaos. As in Max was basically the chaotic evil to my chaotic good."
Max shoots him a side-eye, clearly ready to interrupt, but Charles just raises his eyebrows in a way that says: ‘I’m going first.’
"So we get to the venue - everything’s going perfectly, and then Max shows up two hours late because he decided to fix a faulty brain scan right before the ceremony."
Max raises his hand like he’s being accused in a courtroom:
"I saved a life, Charles. You can’t fault me for that. It’s brain surgery - it’s important."
Charles mockingly:
"Yeah, I get it.
Brain surgeon. Life-saving.
But also - OUR WEDDING DAY, Max!"
Max shrugs dramatically, as if this makes perfect sense:
"Well, I didn’t want you to be stuck with a useless husband."
Both Max and Charles laughs with Charles saying:
"No guys, of course he didn't show up late. Being late has never and will never be a term in Max Verstappen's dictionary.
But -"
Max looks like he’s about to choke on his own coffee as Charles continues mischievously:
"He got up in front of everyone and gave a 15-minute speech about brain cells and how: 'neurosurgery is like marriage' because both require constant maintenance and patience."
Max interrupts, clearly not ashamed at all:
"It was profound! Very profound."
Charles stares at Max like this man is beyond help.
Charles slowly, to the camera:
"I married an idiot.
But I love him."
Max is still smiling smugly. He leans over and wraps his arm around Charles’ neck, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Max muttering:
"Well, it worked.
You said ‘I do,’ didn’t you?"
Charles’ face turns very red at the unexpected kiss. He’s trying to stay cool, but clearly, Max is way too distracting.
Charles with a fake sigh of exasperation:
"Yeah, I did say ‘I do’… and now I’m trapped.
For life."
Max, seeing an opening, suddenly pulls Charles into a very passionate kiss. Like, way more than a quick peck.
Charles’ eyes widen at the intensity, and his hand reflexively pushes Max away, but not without laughing through it.
Charles breathless, pulling away:
"Max, for the love of - what the hell?! We're in front of camera!!!"
Max looks completely satisfied, as if he planned the whole thing.
Max smiling:
"What? You said you love me."
Charles gives a resigned facepalm to the camera.
The video ends with Max planting one more kiss on Charles’ forehead. The last shot is of Charles, still blushing, trying to regain his composure:
"Gonna have to end this video here because - well.
See you guys in the next vid - ahhhh Max!!!!"
+1
[Verstappen-Leclerc Household]
It's a cozy evening in the family living room.
Oscar, now 16, is sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone, headphones in.
He’s clearly trying to find something interesting to watch when - BAM - a thumbnail catches his eye. It’s an 18-year old video titled:
“Q&A: This Time We Get to The End of It, I Promise!!!"
Oscar taps it without thinking after all he knew his papa had a YouTube channel but he hadn't done this deep into his papa's videos, not unless Uncle Lando had suggested something peculiar - and knowing Lando, it never turned out educational.
The intro plays, and he rolls his eyes. The video begins with Charles and Max sitting beside the patio, looking like they’re about to get into some chaotic conversation.
Oscar grins at first, thinking it’s just another “boring dad video” until…
Charles laughing on the video:
"So we were decorating our Christmas tree with a phallic ornament while my mom was in the same room.
But hey, at least we have fun."
Oscar’s face immediately freezes. He looks at the screen, blinking twice, then slowly - almost dramatically - removes his headphones.
“What… in the hell… did I just watch?”
In the kitchen, Charles was trying to cook, and Max is doing his usual thing - annoying Charles. Neither of them notices Oscar’s slow horror unfolding on the couch.
Oscar holds up his phone like it’s a toxic object, eyes wide. He takes a deep breath, walks into the kitchen, and casually shows Charles the phone. Max looks up, noticing the tension in the room.
Oscar asks flatly,
"Papa... why... why are you talking about phallic ornaments? And is Uncle Lando... responsible for putting you both upto this? Please say yes. That would give me some sort of satisfaction."
Charles looks over at Max, who is holding back a grin.
Max says, without missing a beat,
“Oh, that’s nothing. You should’ve seen the time your papa tried to explain why he can’t wear skinny jeans anymore.”
Charles glares at Max, and mutters,
"That video was supposed to be deleted years ago!"
Max raises an eyebrow, "Now now, schatje, we don't lie in this house - especially to our son."
Oscar’s face is completely deadpan, still staring at the phone.
"I didn’t even want to see this! I was looking for a how-to tutorial, and then your stupid face popped up talking about... ‘strategic placements’."
Max cackles like a mad scientist who’s just been handed an evil victory.
Charles puts his face in his hands and looks at the ceiling in complete exasperation. He’s trying to suppress a laugh, but Oscar looks utterly mortified.
Charles tries,
“Oscar, I… I swear, I did not mean for you to see this. It was from before you were born! It’s… ancient history! It was a different time.”
Max, was still gleeful as ever, leans back in the kitchen chair, arms crossed, enjoying this way too much.
“Oh yeah, you were so innocent back then. Don’t worry, Oscar. I’m sure it won’t scar you for life. You should’ve seen the video where he talks about his first-ever photoshoot. It was wild.”
Oscar looks at Max like he’s just been told to eat a glass of broken dreams.
“Please… no. Just, no. I do not need to hear about your first-ever anything, papa. Or from you, dad, for that matter.”
Charles takes a deep breath, realizing that this is the worst possible time for a comeback. He tries to take control of the situation.
“Alright, alright! You know what? I could make a new video to apologize - something of a whole ‘oops, I traumatized my kid’ video, how about that?”
Max looks absolutely delighted, eyes practically twinkling with evil mischief.
“Honestly, if anything, this just proves that you’ve been a bad influence on him. You’re the one who’s always saying ‘No more embarrassing videos,’ but look at you scooping up any content idea at hand.”
Oscar sarcastically comments,
"You know what guys, I’m so grateful for this life experience. I can’t wait to tell my therapist all about it.”
Charles, realizing he’s running out of time before Oscar completely loses his mind, takes a dramatic breath, walks over to his phone, and starts a new recording.
He faces the camera with the most awkwardly apologetic expression.
Charles smiling sheepishly:
"Hey, guys.
So, it seems I might've... accidentally traumatized my child by leaving one of my old, very inappropriate videos on YouTube.
To anyone who’s... questioning my parenting choices, well, yeah, I deserve the judgment."
Oscar’s voice can be heard off-screen, groaning dramatically:
“This is why I don’t let you near technology, papa.”
YouTube Video Thumbnail:
Oscar holding phone. Charles mid-panic. Max holding hot chocolate like a Bond villain.
[Next Up: That Time Charles Accidentally Went Live from the Bathtub’ - From editor Lando's camera roll (obviously)]