The expression on Dick Donaldson's face turned from steamed to nervous, when he saw Becky and Jesse.
"Cousin Dick, what on earth are you doing here?" asked Becky incredulously.
"It's a long story, Rebecca," spat Dick. "I can't explain. First I have to get rid of this piece of vermin!" he shouted, and stomped on Boyce's foot.
"AAAAHHHH!" screamed Boyce, trying to break free from the ropes that bound him to the chair he was sitting on.
"Shut up!" yelled Dick. A grunt of approval came from behind; Jesse and Becky turned to see Donna watching what was going on, smoking a cigarette.
"We thought you were dead!" shouted Jesse.
"I was dead!" responded Dick. "I was in debt! So I escaped to Indonesia, made the kids think that they were going on vacation, then told them what I was doing, and sent them back here! I couldn't think of an explanation, so I told everyone that I was dead!"
"You were faking it?" cried Becky incredulously.
"Yes I was," said Dick, apparently unashamed.
"You jerk!" Becky hollered at her cousin. "I tolerated you, I tolerated those kids, and now you go and pretend to be dead! You're sick!"
"Who the hell are you to tell him what to do?" snapped Donna, rising from her chair.
"A human, at least!" Becky hit back.
"You cow!" raged Dick, and pushed Becky against his desk; she slipped and fell on her arm.
"You leave them alone!" bellowed Jesse. Dick and Donna turned around. "Richard Donaldson, over the time I've known you, you have proven to me that you are nothing but a cruel, patronising, evil wretch!"
"How dare you, Jesse Katsopolis!" shouted Dick, and punched Jesse in the face. Jesse's nose was bleeding, he sensed it, but he got up, helped Becky up from off the floor, and untied Boyce. Surprisingly, Dick and Donna had both disappeared. "Maybe," thought Jesse, "he escaped while I was regaining my senses."
He then turned his attention to the other two. "Becky, Boyce, you okay?"
"We're fine," said Becky.
"I told you Dick Donaldson was quite harsh," said Boyce. As soon as they could, Jesse, Becky and Boyce escaped from the building, and drove to the police station to report Dick and Donna for faking their deaths. They then dropped Boyce off at home, before heading back to their place. Much to their surprise, Stephanie and Michelle were back early.
"You're early, girls," said Becky.
"Well, guess what?" said Michelle.
"Dick and Donna Donaldson are alive!" exclaimed Stephanie. "They came in without any warning..." began Michelle.
"...picked Debbie, Darla and Danielle up..."
"...then set fire to the playground..."
"...and we were evacuated!" finished Stephanie.
"They set fire to the playground?" said Becky.
"Now everyone knows how far they'd go," said Jesse.
"What d'you mean?" Michelle asked.
"Long story, Munchkin," said Jesse. "I'll tell you later."
Naturally, it didn't take Stephanie long to notice that Jesse's nose was broken and bleeding. "Uncle Jesse, what happened to your nose?"
"Part of the long story," said Jesse.
"Looks like the doctor himself needs treatment," said Stephanie. "I'll be back with a hankie and some ice."
So Stephanie treated her uncle's injuries, and later he told her and Michelle - and Joey - everything at the dinner table.
"And he escaped, right behind my back!" he explained, as he and Becky fed Nicky and Alex.
"Well," said Joey. "Some people are jerks, but some people are nutters. And no offense - I think Dick Donaldson falls into the 'nutter' category."
"None taken," said Becky. "Even if he was my cousin."
"Remember what you told me the other day about how people behave, Aunt Becky?" said Stephanie. "I think you forgot something. With an ego, I think, comes the feeling that it's okay to hurt other people."
"You're right, Steph," said Becky. "I wish I knew that."
"I think we did," said Jesse. "We just didn't think it would come this far."

The news about Dick Donaldson and his wife spread like a wildfire. Needless to say, everyone was outraged to hear that someone could be so vile to fake their death in order to escape paying debts. Boyce, meanwhile, was more grateful to Jesse and Becky than ever. He invited everyone to lunch at his place. They didn't have much - the Donaldsons would have recoiled if they were there - but the Tanners enjoyed themselves, and they bonded with Boyce's family.
After a short period of peace, Jesse was at home with Joey, working on an advertising jingle. Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Jesse answered it. It was a taxi driver.
"Jesse Katsopolis?" the driver asked. Jesse nodded.
"A cab has been booked in your name to San Francisco International Airport." "By who?"
"Your wife, Rebecca Donaldson. It's an emergency."
"Righto," said Jesse. He said goodbye to Joey and got into the back of the taxi. Shortly afterwards, his mobile phone rang. It was Becky.
"Jess, the reason I booked that cab for you is that I just heard that Cousin Dick is trying to fly out to Germany to escape from the police. They've got fake passports and everything."
"Well, it's a good thing you did," said Jesse. Soon, he was at the airport, and he rushed over to the chief security officer.
"Did anybody matching this picture check into the airport?" he asked, holding a picture of Dick that was in his wallet.
"Yes, he did," said the officer, a portly, friendly-faced elderly gentleman who used a wheelchair. "An Eric Simpson."
"That's not him," said Jesse. "It's Dick Donaldson, and he's a criminal on the run!"
"Is he now? The guy from Donaldson' Diamonds who faked his death?" It suddenly dawned on the officer. "Dad gum! It is him! We gotta catch him."
The officer opened his work cubicle gate and rolled out. "Follow me," he said, and Jesse ran after the officer. Soon, they came to the boarding gate, where boarding was just about to be announced. There, they saw Dick, apparently distracted with a magazine. He turned, saw Jesse and the officer, and panicked. Just then, the tannoy broke open.
"All passengers please board American Airlines Flight 347 to Berlin, Germany," said the announcer. Dick gathered up his family and they ran onto the runway leading to the aeroplane. Jesse and the officer tried to follow, but they lost him.
"Hard luck," said the officer. "Has he been reported?"
"Well, as it happens, I reported him," said Jesse.
The officer sighed. "I wish I had taken a bit more notice. Guess I was preoccupied."
"It's not your fault," reassured Jesse. "Hopefully he'll get caught in Germany, or wherever it is he's going." "Maybe," said the officer. "Well, thanks for letting me know." He headed back to his desk. Jesse was about to head back to the exit, when he heard a very familiar voice.
"Jess?"
Jesse turned. His heart skipped a beat. It was Danny, and with him, D.J.!
"Daniel, where've you been, my man?" said Jesse. "We were wondering if you'd forgotten about us! Deej, how you doing, good to see you!" "It's great to see you too, Uncle Jesse!" said D.J., who hugged her uncle.
"How'd you end up coming back together?" Jesse asked.
"Oh, it was pretty much by chance," said D.J., "and if you're wondering what the delays were about, don't ask 'cause neither of us know."
"But what were you doing here?" Danny asked Jesse. It was a reasonable question.
"I'll tell you on the way home," said Jesse. He heard that plane taking off, and wished he and the officer had taken a bit more effort to stop Dick. The cab ride passed smoothly, and it wasn't long before Jesse, Danny and D.J. arrived home. Jesse asked Danny and D.J. to stay outside for a bit, and he went inside. Everyone was watching television in the living room, and Michelle spoke up first.
"Uncle Jesse, why are you always running everywhere?" she asked innocently.
"This time, Munchkin, I brought back a surprise." He snapped his fingers, and, right on cue, Danny and D.J. came in.
"Dad!" cried Stephanie.
"Deej!" exclaimed Becky.
"Daniel!" gushed Joey.
"D.J.!" revelled Michelle.
After all the hugging had finished, Danny spoke up. "So, how've you been? What's all this dilemma with the Donaldsons Uncle Jesse was telling me about?" he asked.
Everyone spoke in turns, eliciting a few "Really?"'s from Danny and many "Oh Mylanta!"'s from D.J., and when they finished, their newly-returned family members were speechless.
"Well," said Danny, "some people are like that - mean, selfish and... that's just about it."
"I think we got enough evidence when they stayed with us," said Becky.

The next morning, Danny had seen the girls off to school - all three of them had gone with Kimmy, by the way - and had sat down to watch the news with Jesse, Joey, Becky and the twins. As soon as it came on, the news anchor started to speak.
"Breaking news: American Airlines Flight 347 to Germany has crashed. Only three of the five hundred people on board have survived, and they have been identified as three sisters: ten-year-old Danielle Donaldson and five-year-old twins Debbie and Darla Donaldson."
"Have mercy," said Jesse. "Flight 347's the one Dick got onto!"
"And now his daughters have lost their parents for real," said Becky. "Poor kids."

You weren't expecting this, were you? Chapter 15 will come up soon, and hopefully, there'll be a good ending. I just gotta think of one.