Disclaimer: I don't own these guys. Or girl. :P

Author's Note: This is sort of a rambling little fic. It's cute though. I think so, anyway.

Mutt jumped out of bed. It was six thirty. He was going to be late. He dressed hurriedly then rushed towards the stairway.

But when he arrived in the kitchen to shovel down a quick breakfast, he was surprised to find his dad already awake.

"Uh… hey, Pops." Mutt said, combing his hair in confusion. "What're you doing up so early?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Dr. Jones set down his mug of coffee.

"I got hungry." Mutt shrugged. "You know me, when I need food, I need food." To prove his point, he went to the cupboard and pulled down a box of cereal.

"There are pancakes on the stove." Indy said, not looking up from the newspaper he was apparently so fascinated with.

"Oh." Mutt scowled a little. This wasn't right at all. But he didn't say anything more. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, that was his motto. It would probably end up getting him poisoned some day.

"Anything special you want to do today, Henry?" Indy asked, still staring at the paper.

Mutt blinked, licking syrup from his fork as he sat down across from his father. "I was going to ask you that, Pops."

"It's up to you." Dr. Jones looked up for the first time. "Hold your fork correctly, son."

Mutt felt like mouthing back, but it was Father's Day. "Sorry." He muttered, repositioning his hand.

"Would you like to spend the day with your friends?" Indy asked, taking a sip of his now-cold coffee.

Mutt's jaw dropped. Thankfully he'd just swallowed.

"Just a suggestion, you don't have to." Indy took a bite of his own pancake.

"Sure, I'd like to, but I thought…" Mutt scowled, trying to figure out what was going on. "I thought I should stay home today."

"That's fine with me." Indy smiled. "Maybe you'd like to work on your bike?"

"No… no." Mutt shook his head, bewildered. "I actually was thinking I might spend the day with you, Pops."

"Oh no, don't trouble yourself." Indy turned the page in his newspaper.

"I want to." Mutt said stubbornly.

"If you insist." Indy looked up, over his glasses. "What would you like us to do?"

"This is your day, not mine." Mutt said forcefully. "Father's Day. Ya know?"

"I know what day it is." Dr. Jones stood, taking his dishes to the sink.

"Don't you want to go fishing or something?" The puzzled teenager asked insistently.

"Mutt." Indy turned to look his son in the eye. "It's worth it to me just knowing that you thought of me."

Mutt sighed. "You're really not going to let me spoil you, huh?"

"I want you to enjoy yourself." Indy continued. "I don't want you to 'spoil' your day by hanging out with an old coot like me."

Mutt shrugged, unsure what to say.

"Go on, run along." Indy gave Mutt a pat on the shoulder.

"Want to ride my motorcycle or something?" Mutt tried again.

"You want me to want to?" Indy asked doubtfully.

"Yes. Dang it, Dad, this is your day."

"Seize the day, eh?" Indy smiled a little. "Well, if you really want to hang out with a cootie-infested codger like me…"

"Get out to the garage. Now." Mutt commanded. "Of course I want to."

As the two left the house, Marion smiled from her perch on the top step. This family was going to work after all. Things were well in the Jones house for the first time since she could remember. And all because of a stupid, cheap little holiday only created so that Hallmark could sell more cards.