Chapter 13

Thibault gave a long sigh to his four-year-old. "No…" he explained. "I haven't seen her in years…"

"Oh" Tiffany replied.

The Next Morning

"We interrupt this program to give you a special announcement" a voice beamed on the television.

"What's the big idea?" fussed Junior.

"I don't know" replied Robin.

"The Thanksgiving Caper is still at large! Eye witnesses say he's 5.2, has red hair and brown eyes" a news announcer explained before the television cut to a few adults.

"It…it was horrible! He nearly took my children" a woman sniffled, holding a baby girl in her arms.

"He got away with my eldest" a man sighed. "when I get my hands on him, he's gonna be *bleep*ing sorry he messed with me!" he sure sounded desperate.

"We have also learnt that children ages 3-12 are those getting kidnapped…be extra careful when taking children to school and if you must, don't open your door to anyone this Thanksgiving" the reporter announced before the TV went back to playing Tom and Jerry.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Who are you?" Robin questioned, clinging onto Junior for life.

"Robin, it's dad. I went to get groceries…help me with the door! IT'S LOCKED!" the voice explained.

"No! How do I know you're not the Thanksgiving Caper?" she denied before taking measures into her hands. "Hello? 911? I'd like to report someone outside the door" the blonde whimpered.

It didn't take long for cops to arrive. "Who are you?" one of them asked.

"Charles Monroe Noah Brown II…I LIVE here" Mr. Brown explained.

"You DO realize you can just UNLOCK the house with your keys, right, Mr. Brown?" another cop asked.

"I dropped them…in the bottom of one of my grocery bags" he admitted.

"May we examine you?" a female cop questioned.

"Now I REGRET teaching my children HOW to dial 911…" that got some chuckles out of the officers.

"This is our third case in which a child calls…maybe due to the Thanksgiving Caper on the rise" another female cop suggested.

"Oh right…him" Charlie Brown sighed.

"That's where they live" a girls' voice announced.

"That's Robin and Junior's house? Looks more like a crime scene" a gruff voice replied. "Hi there, Mr.…"

"Brown" Charlie sighed again.

"Brown?" the man asked in awe.

"Yeah…right now I'm being accused of break-and-enter," the blonde man explained.

"Did you commit a break-and-enter?" the brown haired man questioned.

"No! If anything, I'm innocent!" he denied. "My daughter, Robin, called the cops on me thinking I was the Thanksgiving Caper"

"Robin? Called the cops on you?" the little girl questioned. "I don't blame 'er"

"Yeah…knowing the kids in town, he's sure to kidnap the child population faster than you can stop him" the man chuckled.

After the cops left, the two men and the four-year-old were left alone. "Hey…I never got to learn what your name is…" Charlie blushed, finding his pair of watermelon juice drenched keys.

"It's…Thibault"

"Thibault?!"

'Tiny Tough' gave a sigh.

"Somehow, I think this is WORSE than the Thanksgiving Caper" the blonde man told himself with a sigh.

"Hey…" Thibault began.

"What?" Charlie asked.

"Where can I find-" he continued.

"Just a minute" Charlie explained, getting the keys into the lock and unlocking the door. "Junior! Robin! Come take the groceries!" he called out.

"It's dad!" Junior explained, rushing for the door.

"It is?" Robin asked, blushing in guilt. "Sorry, Daddy…" she admitted.

"It's fine" Mr. Brown forgave. "Is mom busy?" he asked.

"No…why?" Robin sighed.

"Thanks, little girl" Thibault sniffled, holding back tears.

"Are you crying?" Charlie Brown immediately questioned.

"No…grown men don't cry, Brown" he denied.

"Come in" Junior allowed. "As the saying goes: Be my guest"

"How'd you raise such polite kids?" Thibault questioned as Robin led him to the table.

"Be right back" the blonde toddler explained, running off. "Mom, there's a man here" she announced.

"The Thanksgiving Caper, the mailman or our next-door neighbor?" Mrs. Brown questioned.

"A man named Thibault" the three-year-old explained.

"Thibault?!" she questioned in alarm.

"Yeah…something wrong?" Robin asked.

"No" her mother lied as they headed to the kitchen table.

"Mommy, this is Thibault; Thibault, this is mommy" Junior introduced.

"So we meet again, Thibault" the black haired woman sighed, anger boiling up.

"This is NOT gonna end well" 'Tiny Tough' announced.

"I'm sorry!" the grown man with the sideburns sobbed, hugging the schoolteacher.

"You are?" Marcie asked.

"YesIam!" he spat out.

"Thibault…don't say one word" she demanded.

"Oh?" he asked before covering his mouth.

"That was one word" she sighed.

"So?" Tiffany asked.

"Don't!" he shrieked.

"Don't?" she asked, hugging him.

"I'm really sorry" Thibault sniffled.

"Shhh…it's gonna be fine…I forgive" Marcie replied.

"You two know each other?" Junior asked.

"Boom! Mind blown" Robin exclaimed.

(A/N: Don't forget to comment and check out my other fanfictions: Super PEANUTS and Babysitting Blockhead)