Figures. Leave it to Klonoa to keep to tradition. For some reason, every time Dad comes home Klonoa, no matter what, feels the need to be up at the crack of dawn and then the need to wake me up too. But then again, today is a little bit like Christmas for us, so I can't blame him. Grandpa, also keeping to tradition, is making a big fuss about how the house and we look. Which I don't understand, if Dad comes home covered in camel dung what does it matter if my shirt has a stain, that really did happen once though. With both of us feeling the need to escape Grandpa's cleaning wrath we headed up to Bell Hill to wait and see if we can spot our dad's truck coming down the road, only to bump into a familiar face.
"Ow. Huh? Oh, sorry Boris, I didn't see you."
"It's okay Klonoa. …So I'm guessing you guys wanted to escape your Grandpa for a bit and decided to come on up to wait for our dads."
"Man, how do you do that Boris?"
"Practice, luck, and a bit of smarts. Any reconsiders on the lessons?"
"Nope."
"Thought so."
"Hey! Guys! I see their truck!"
"Really!?"
"Yeah! Dad's yellow cross is still there."
"Remind me why did your dad do that again?"
"He did it to point out his truck from any one else's."
"On a road hardly anyone else comes in on?"
"Shut up Boris."
"Guntz! Grandpa said saying that is rude."
"So? What's your point?'
"Never mind. The truck's here."
Both Boris and I were so distracted talking we didn't see the truck pull over and our Dads get out and watch us fight.
"Hey! Guntz! Klonoa! Do neither of you want to say "Hi" to your old man?"
"Ditto here, Boris."
"Dad!"
Another tradition of Klonoa's is for him to tackle Dad on sight while I just watch, and this time was no different. However, I did notice a tarp was covering something tied down to the truck.
"Okay, okay! I can see that you missed me."
"Of course I did! You've both been gone for 3 months!"
"Hey, Dad? What's under the tarp?"
"Huh? Oh, that. That's a little project I thought we could work on over the summer. And, yes, I can guarantee I will be here all summer."
"You too Dad?"
"Yes, Boris. The both of us will be here all summer."
The three of us all looked at each other, then our dads, and then back at each other. The three of us burst into cheers while our dads just laughed, watching the three of us.
