Prolouge
"Five... Four... Three... Two... One..."
"Happy New Year!" Kitty hollared across the first floor of her home in Point Place, Wisconsion. She looked around the room at all the smiling faces around her.
"Hey Red," said Michael Kelso with an enormous grin on his face, along with the awkward positioned foorball helmet he'd been wearing since the start of 1980.
Red Forman turned around slowly. The kind of way someone's head would turn 180 degees in a cheap horror film. Twenty-one year old Eric Forman, and his gang of four other kids stared in anticipation of the event that was about to take place.
"You're a dumbass!" Kelso managed to squeak out before Fez darted inbetween Kelso and Red and formed a star with his arms and legs.
"Please don't hurt him Mr. Red!" Fez let out, seemingly worried for Kelso's safety. Fez was noticably trembling with fear. Red did nothing but let the comment soak into his mind for a second. That second seemed like days for Fez. Eric thought his father was going to go off like Hiroshima at that moment, but he simply stood there, calm and relaxed.
Slowly, Red stood up straight and said, "Ali Baba, you'd better move or I'm going to take that football helmet he's wearing, put it on my foot, and shove it up your ass."
The Foreginer moved like lightning. Fez was out of the living room and out the sliding kitchen doors. Eric was amazed. The only other time he had seen his friend move so fast, was when it was free jaw breaker day at the candy store. Just then, Red turned to face the rest of the gang and said, "Now you dumbasses better think to yourselves before trying something like that again. I want you to think hard, and well about weather or not you want to make this decade a good one for everybody." He said it in the most assertive voice he could make. It was clear to the kids that he hadn't been used to staying up untill Midnight, and was exausted.
"Oh, Red, you're just a grumpy goose who needs his sleep for the church bake sale tomorrow!" Kitty said as she let out one of her famous nervous laughs.
After the couple had gone upstairs for bed after that awkward incident, the Kids had the house to themselves for the night it seemed. Jackie was the first one to break the silence. "Umm well I should go try to find my boyfriend," she said as the departed through the glass sliding doors to find Fez.
"Jackie, wait. Let me help you!" Donna offered and chased after her out into the Wisconsion night. This left Eric, Hyde, and Kelso alone.
"Well, Back into the basment for me, man," Hyde said with a small grin developing around his face.
"Hey guys, I need to get back to my daughter now. Thanks for the Elephant horn, Eric," Said Kelso.
"It's no problem man. Tell Brooke I said hi," replied Eric, disregarding the fact that Eric had gotten Kelso a Rhino's horn, not an elephant's. Kelso could be so dumb sometimes. But that's why we love him thought Eric as he folowed his best friend, Hyde down to the basment.
Plopping down on his chair, Hyde turned to Eric and said "Hey man, put on some Zeppelin."
Eric walked over to his record player that Donna had bought him on his Eighteenth Birthday and put the album "In Through the Out Door" on for his stoner friend.
"Hey man, I need to tell you something." Eric said as he began to relax on his couch. He had a troubled look on his face that Hyde couldn't completely identify.
"Go ahead man, I'm all ears." Eric adjusted his position for more comfort.
"You've always been the brother I never had, man. Weather I want to admit it or not, You're more of a man than me. You've been there for my family in ways I could never be, and I know they're very grateful for having you there with them. Where I've only thought about selfishness, and personal gain, you supported my- our family with your own personal paychecks. I just want to thank you for being there for my parents in the way I couldn't."
Hyde lifted his eyes our of his sunglasses and looked at Eric. "Why are you telling me this?" Hyde asked him. Eric told him.
The next morning, Kitty woke up peacefully around seven-thirty. Walking downstairs to start breakfast, she let out a relaxing yawn in her light, blue night gown. Humming a familiar tune, she began to make breakfast.
A few moments later, Red came downstairs aswell taking a deep breath, bring in the smell of frying bacon into his nose.
"Don't even think about it, Red Forman, your heart is too fragile for this fatty food. The bacon is for Eric and Steven," Kitty said with authority (which made Red's nose twitch in anger).
"Where is that boy anyway? He's suppose to start applying for jobs today," Red stated with a harsh, cold look on his face.
"I'm sure he's still sleeping. I wouldn't wake him up on his first day back," Kitty told him, but it was too late, and Red Forman was already half way up the stairs to his son's room.
Red noticed that his son's bed was neat and untouched. This was unusual for Eric, being the Twenty-one year old slob Red was used to. He began to look all around the house. He looked in the basment, the front lawn, even laurie's old room, but Eric was nowhere to be found. Then, Red started to open the garage door slowly, only to find that the Vista Cruiser was gone.