For part three of Growing's brain drain of a video tour diary, they checked in from the beach and brought along some balloons. Growing must have been really into that game where the floor was lava and you could only touch the pillows or whatever else. Except their games probably involved imagining they were ingesting plutonium and had to fly through interstellar barricades made of neon saran wrap in order to save the monkey princess. Some imagination on these Brooklyn drone mavens.