The briefing room was electrified one morning as Grossie entered with a beaming smile—even bigger than usual.
"Hi guys!" he said, nodding towards Kathy, Webster, Bobby, and Ponch.
"Hey Grossie," they replied.
Grossie stood in front of them, still smiling.
"You look like you're dying to say something, Grossie," said Kathy. "What is it?"
"Remember when we went to Ocean Island last year?" he asked.
Ponch smiled, proudly remembering his great leap onto a moving ferry. Bobby remembered meeting the beautiful Cora Dwayne. Kathy remembered the fun evenings they spent by the fireside. How could they forget their weekend in Ocean Island?
"I've been thinking," Grossie continued, "maybe we could do that again this year. We had a lot of fun last year, and I've already done quite a bit of planning. How about we leave this Friday and stay the weekend?"
"Yeah!" exclaimed Bobby. He was so loud that Getraer probably heard him from his office.
Bruce walked in and said, "If Bobby is making this much noise, something has to be good."
Grossie told him his plan. Bruce hadn't been there last year, but if possible, he'd love to go this year.
"I could use some time off," he said. "Being a World Champion speedway racer and a CHP officer at the same time is a lot of work! Especially when you have a big idiot for a brother," he laughed, looking at Bobby's huge smile.
"Hey, you're no genius yourself, you know!" Bobby retorted.
Thursday had arrived, and Bobby was so pumped up that Kathy felt scared.
"Calm down, Bobby," she said, "we still have work to do on the freeway. Come on."
Bobby obliged. They worked together very well as partners, with Kathy's sweetness and calmness a balance for Bobby's energy.