NOTE: 50s slang will be used in this story occasionally, so if you don't understand something, you can look at my source: ' /fashion/slang.htm '.

"Now let's move on to our next topic: the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. The Gardens are the only unproven previous Wonder of the World, a mystery to all of us. Let's see...Arlene. Tell me something about them." Dr. Henry Walton Jones Jr. said, pacing back and forth in front of his chalkboard.

"Well, sir, the Hanging Gardens were supposedly made by King Nebuchadnezzar II to please his current wife, Amytis of Media. They were filled with exotic animals, terraces, and beautiful monuments." Arlene said. She had always been interested in this subject, so she was basically an expert on it.

"Very good. Now, Henry, tell me something else." he said, smiling approvingly at his student, and then staring solemnly at a half-asleep Mutt.

"It's Mutt." he said angrily, putting his head up and propping it up on his arm boredly. "And I don't know a thing about those Hanging Gardens."

"Study up. Next time you say that you get detention." Dr. Jones said, and then moved on to another student. Arlene blushed, thinking about Mutt. She had been crushing on him for two years now, but never did a thing about it.

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After school, Arlene and her best friend Jean were walking over to the diner. "No! I can't do it!"

"Yes you can, Arlene! I know you can! You're going to spend the rest of high school crushing on a guy you never even really talked to if you don't!" Jean said.

Arlene stayed silent, comtemplating things in her head, until finally she said, "Alright! I'll do it! I'll go talk to him!"

"Good girl!" Jean said. By this time the two had succeeded in sitting at an empty table, but not for long, because gunshots started whistling through the diner, cutting up all the windows and sending Jean and Arlene flying to the ground. They both winced in pain as a few glass shards found their way into the two girls' skin.

"Quick! Get under the table!" Arlene yelled, trying to ignore the pain and grabbing Jean's arm as she crawled under it. After a while, the gunfire ceased and a few sighs of relief were heard throughout the diner. Someone was heard talking outside. Arlene could recognize that voice anywhere.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Listen, before you bad news just decide to go ape and blow everything up! Cool it, alright! Don't just go around cruisin' for a bruisin'!" Mutt said loudly, smiling as he watched the shooters look at each other, confused. Apparently, they spoke English, but didn't know any slang. "Now everyone...GET OUT OF THE DINER!!" he continued, very loudly, and ran over to his motorcycle and people started flooding out of the building. Arlene and Jean followed everyone out as the gunfire started up again. It had taken a moment for the shooters to realize that they had been tricked.

Consumed in fear and confusion, Arlene pretty much forgot about Jean. They had run off in different directions after exiting, and before she knew it, Arlene was on the back of Mutt's motorcycle, speeding off. As the gunfire all turned towards the two on the motorcycle, it was clear who they were after. "...I'm so sorry...I should've stayed back there..." Arlene said guility.

"It's alright, babe. It's not just you they're after, it's me too. They want to know where my dad is so they can get more information off of him, too." Mutt replied, quite out of breath as he dodged a whole bunch of cars, going twice as fast as them down the street. Arlene was quite confused.

"Information on...what?" she asked, looking back to see that they were following in cars.

"Look back at today's History lesson." Mutt replied blankly as they approached the house. "We've gotta hurry. They'll be here really soon." Arlene rather reluctantly unweaved her arms from around Mutt's waist as he stopped his motorcycle and got off it, immediately running into his house, which was quite wrecked. "MOM!!" he yelled, running throughout the house. "MOM!! WHERE ARE YOU?!" Arlene followed him upstairs, where he found Marion hidden in the closet. "Mom! We've gotta go, now! They're coming!" he said frantically, helping her up.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're safe, Henry!" Marion said, hugging her annoyed son tightly before he started running down the stairs again.

"It's MUTT, for the second time today!! Gosh, do you people not know how to say a person's name correctly?" Mutt yelled, annoyed, as they exited the house. "Take the car, Mom. We can't all fit on my bike."

"Righto, sonny!" Marion said, grabbing the keys from her pocket as she ran towards the car.

"Mom, don't ever say that again." Mutt said, riling up his engine as Arlene got on back again. Marion just smiled. She and Indy always had comic relief, even at times like these. "Follow me!" He sped off, and the car followed. The shooters were right behind them. Mutt slowed down to be at the same place as the car, and yelled, "Where's Dad?"

"On his way to Baghdad! He knew they were coming, so he left right after school!" Marion yelled out the window of the car, careful not to let the followers hear her.

"God, why does he have to get himself into these type of things all the time?" Mutt said quietly to himself as he sped up again. "Anyways, if he's off to Baghdad, we are too. I hope you don't mind, but if you stay here it'll be really dangerous."

"My parents will have a cow, but okay!" Arlene said excitedly, clinging a little more tightly than needed onto Mutt's back. 'This will be like a vacation with the guy of my dreams...' she thought happily, for a moment forgetting they were being followed by major gunfire.

"Umm...I can't breathe here..." Mutt said after a few moments. Arlene blushed furiously and lightened her grip a bit.

"Sorry..."