It's a sticky summer Friday, so two thirds of the Fox & Friends triumverate has left the city to go loiter outside the Bush compound in Kennebunkport. Meaning Steve Doocy is all alone! And his sub cohosts are... disasters.

Like, even bigger disasters than Brian Kilmeade and Gretchen "Functional but Not Proficient" Carlson. I don't even know what the hell is going on in this clip. Mostly everyone is just babbling on top of each other and then the creepy replacement Kilmeade starts eating gumbo and the blonde thing's sprockets and wiring start fizzing and popping.

And look at Doocy! He's so miserable. He wishes he was there with his beloved Bri-Bri and Gretchywetchy, hiding behind some bushes and squealing like school girls when they see the first glimpses of Jeb's clumpy mass of a head.

Oh summer vacation. So wonderful, so melancholy.