I do not own any of the characters. That's all Disney.

This takes place after Atlantis:The Lost Empire.

There came a banging from the garage.

"What's going on in there?" Mr. Whitmore. asked, frowning.

Vinny pulled a match out of his pocket, fooling with it. "Eh, Audrey's just in there fixing some parts or something." He glanced to his right, then frowned. "Hey, where's Mole?"

Suddenly, a crash sounded out in the garage, followed by a yell "Watch out!" An explosion sounded. A rustling followed it, so strong it shook the house.

Everyone would have blamed it on Vinny, had he not been sitting in a chair in the lounge.

"Augh!" Audrey's voice could be heard from the garage. "Qué diablos, Mole! Yo dije que no toque que!"

Another bang sounded, another explosion, then Mole's voice could be heard. "Whoops."

Audrey let out a growl, and suddenly, the door connecting the garage to the house swung open.

Mole darted in, ducking behind Vinny's chair. "Help me!" he cried, beady eyes wild. "She iz after me!"

He had just disappeared behind the chair when the door banged open again, revealing a dark haired girl in worn blue overalls.

"Where is he?" Audrey cried, eyes wild with anger.

Cookie snorted, trying to hold back a laugh.

Audrey was covered from the shoulders up in black soot. Her hair was wild, her hat, for once, not on her head, but held instead in her clenched fist.

Mole stole a glance over the top of Vinny's chair.

Audrey spotted him and lunged forward. "You little rat!" she cried.

Mole let out a squeak and ran away, the woman in hot pursuit.

Sweet darted forward, wrapping his arms around the angry mechanic to hold her back.

Audrey kicked and squirmed, attempting to pull away.

Sweet lifted her up above the ground a few feet and she kicked even harder.

"Put me down!" she demanded. "Let me go so I can kill him!"

When Mole saw that Audrey was held back, he smirked, walking forward till he was standing a couple feet in front of her. "Oh, look who iz tied up now!" he snickered. He stuck his tongue out, waving his arms in the air and making faces at her.

Audrey growled, managing to pull an arm free from Sweet's grasp, pulling it back then snapping it forward.

She hit Mole full on the face and he toppled to the ground.

"Sacrebleu!" he cried, clutching his face. "I've been hit!"

Audrey glared at him. "You're just lucky Sweet's holding me back, or it'd be a lot worse."

Mr. Whitmore glanced at Vinny, eyes wide. "Does this happen every week?"

Vinny shook his head. "No."

Mr. Whitmore sighed in relief, taking a sip of his coffee. "Oh, well that's fi.."

"Everyday." Vinny added.

The old man's eyes widened in surprise and he spit out his coffee. "What?" he exclaimed.

The demolition expert nodded. "I know, it's a wonder it's usually only once a day."

"Sweet." Audrey said calmly from where she was still held in his arms.

"Yea?" he replied, glancing down at her.

"You can put me down now." she said, glancing from his arms to the floor pointedly.

"Oh, right." he placed her carefully on the ground. "There you go."

Audrey shook her hat out once, then plopped it on top of her head. "Thanks."

She smirked at Mole, who was still writhing on the ground. "Come on, you big baby." she teased, holding out a hand to him. "It's not that bad."

Mole peeked at her from between his fingers. "Oh, it iz not zat bad?" He leaped to his feet, shaking his fists at her angrily. "Zen let me teach you what iz bad!" he dove at her.

Audrey casually lifted a hand, pressing it against Mole's forehead to stop him from coming any closer.

Mole leaned into her hand, struggling to break free so he could reach her, but her hold was too strong.

Sweet chuckled. "Mole, I think we know who's won."

Mole stopped, lifting his head to glare at the doctor. "She may have won zis time." He turned his stare at Audrey. "But next time, I will prevail!"

Audrey yawned. "Oh, go play with your dirt."

The French geologist lifted his nose up in the air, then began to stride over to his box of carefully labeled dirt in the corner.

Halfway there he tripped on an edge of the rug, landing in a comical face-plant.

"Oh!" he gasped, struggling to his feet.

Mr. Whitmore glanced at them all in surprise, not knowing how to react.

Sweet walked over to a chair and sat down, giving the elder man his full attention. "You said you had a proposition for us, Mr. Whitmore?"

The old man blinked, shaking himself once, then nodded, turning to Sweet. "Uh...yes. Yes I did. It was concerning..." he broke off, frowning. "Oh blast it, I've forgotten what it was concerning."

Ms. Packard, who had seemed to be ignoring the group before, chatting away on her radio, called out. "Atlantis." She sighed, then muttered into her earpiece. "I swear Marge, these people are out of their minds."

Mr. Whitmore lit up, nodding. "Yes yes, thank you Whilhelmina."

Ms. Packard rolled her eyes, then continued talking with Marge.

"Atlantis?" Audrey asked, walking over to the seated group. She sat on the arm of Sweet's chair, eyes never leaving Mr. Whitmore's face. "This has to do with Atlantis?"

Mr. Whitmore smiled at her and nodded. "Yes. You see, lately I've been wondering about that wonderful city of yours."

Vinny stiffened. "Eh, we never found it, boss."

Mr. Whitmore sighed. "You think I believed that excuse of yours 5 years ago?" he clucked his tongue. "How crazy do you think I am?"

Sweet coughed. Audrey averted her gaze. Mole suddenly became intent on studying his dirt.

Mr. Whitmore cleared his throat. "Regardless, I've been thinking nonstop about that city since the day you returned." He stood up and began pacing the room, hands clasped behind his back. "And it got me thinking, just because you say the first journey was a flop," he gave everyone a knowing glance, which they avoided guiltily. "doesn't mean that the next trip will be as well!"

Audrey stood up abruptly. "Wait, you're suggesting that we..."

"head back to Atlantis." Mr. Whitmore finished with a wink.

There room was completely still for a moment. Even Ms. Packard was silent.

Then, the room burst into sounds and motions.

Audrey jumped, pumping her fists in the air. "Yes! Wahoo!"

Sweet's smile spread across his face. "I've been craving their food since the day I left!"

"Dirt! Sweet ancient dirt!" Mole cried gleefully, darting around the room.

Vinny was furiously stomping at a smoking patch of carpet just below his chair. The match lay on the side, tip blackened. "Shoot!" he muttered, quickly trying to put it out before anyone noticed.

Audrey bounced up to Mr. Whitmore. "When do we leave?"

Mr. Whitmore smiled. "First thing tomorrow."

Audrey let out another whoop, then bounced over to Sweet. The two happily started a mock-boxing match, faking here and there. It ended with Sweet collapsing in a mock-faint into the chair.

Audrey laughed. "Yeah! I am the champion!"

A grin appeared on Sweet's face and his hands darted out, catching Audrey by the waist. He tickled her, stopping her mid-cheer.

"Hey, cut it out!" Audrey cried between laughs. "N-not...fair!"