"I can't believe he finished this, Stanley. It looked so expensive."

"It's supposed to be the 'happiest place on Earth', Babe. Ida and I thought it would be fun and good for you and I to stretch our legs. Walt invited limited guests before the public opening. It's a bit of a trip, so I hired a driver. I don't wish for Ida to drive all that way."

"Stan, you have her drive a long distance to see me!"

"This is a leisurely invitation, Babe… There is nothing that will separate us for long ever again. I promised you that."

"Don't get upset, Stanley."

Oliver sits on the sunny apartment porch with Stan as Ida and Lucille go packing their luggage. The boys hadn't had time to themselves in years. Holidays, business meetings, fan meet ups always involved others.

No matter how much they enjoyed these things, Stan and Oliver wanted and needed time with themselves, especially after they both had strokes, the exhaustive Atoll K film, the 'This is your life' invasion and Stan's diabetic diagnoses.

Oliver puts his hand on Stan's shoulder, his head slowly turns with a light smile. Breathing out of his nose, Babe scooted closer. Stan immediantely turns to his partner, fussing over his movements.

"Be careful, Babe, don't pinch yourself. You always pinch yourself!"

"Not all the time, Stanley, just a few times here and there. What? I can't be close to you anymore?"

Stan does a slow double take looking at Babe through the corner of his eyes. Oliver smiles heavier, taking Stan's right arm into his embrace, then laying his head on Laurel's shoulder.

"I never needed much, Stanley. I never knew… I never thought I was allowed to…"

"The most important thing is, that we are here, hon'. Together…"

"We haven't been alone in over a decade. Now it's to some fun park?" Laughs Oliver.

"Why not?" Stan smiles lightly.

"Do you know who else is going to be there? Walt was friends with, Hal too, you know."

"So be it, Babe. We are supposed to be working with his son soon anyway. The contract is clearing nicely. But enough work-"

Oliver sat up looking at Stan wide eyed. "Enough work?!" Hardy gasps and laughs.

"Honestly, Babe."

"Hey, Ida! Ida! What did you do with our Stanley?!" Oliver yelled into the apartment.

"What is wrong?! What is it going on?" Ida inquires as she walks to the two men. Stan, unamused, crosses his legs, shaking them and turns his head away. Lucille walks up behind Ida and asks about the situation also. Babe fills them in. Ida kisses her teeth, waves down at the men a few times then goes back to packing.

"Really, Babe, you and Stan have to play around before even getting to the play park!" Lucille chuckles slightly annoyed and amused. 'Stan…"

"…Yes, Lucille…?"

Lucille puts a hand on Oliver's shoulder. Her and His eyes meet, then she looks at Stan. Babe could feel her serious emotion as he looks on at his wife, placing a hand on top her fingers.

"Take care of him." Lucille says in quiet concern.

"Lucille, really–" Stan Starts to snap.

"He is a 65 year old man who has had strokes, lost every bit of weight he has had and the two of you are going to run up and down a amusement park at your age?!"

"We were invited… If you do not want him to go, last minute, discuss it with him." Stan says crossing his arms.

"Lucille… I will be ok… However, if you–" Oliver says in a low voice.

Mrs. Hardy pats Oliver on his shoulder, kisses his head and sighs. "I love you, Oliver. It will be fine. Stan has taken care of you for decades, along with me. Just wifely, worries!"

"Lucille–" Babe started but was interrupted by Stan.

"Lucille…" Stan says turning in her direction. "There are many medical facilities, I'm diabetic myself. We will look out for one another as we always do… As we always did."

"Thank you, Stan." Lucille nods.

Mrs. Hardy goes back to packing with Ida, whom took over Oliver's suitcase. Lucille, kisses her teeth, sighs at Ida and sits down frustrated.

"What is wrong with you now, Lady Hardy?" Ida asks as she is folding Babe's underwear. Lucille pops up, snatches her husbands underwear from Mrs. Laurel and takes over packing.

"You're not concerned about your diabetic husband?"

"Of course, I love him! However, I know there is not'ing can I do about his blood sugar problem, except take care of him. Jus' like nothing I can do about his emotions for your husband."

Lucille stops folding, She looks down tightening her grip on Oliver's shirt. Ida takes the shirt from Lucille, making Mrs. Hardy blink wildly, shake her head and sit down.

"Are you Oliver's wife?"

"…Ida… Yes… on paper… I'm committed to him, lay down with him, sickness and health…"

"Till death does you part, yes?"

"Yes, I just–"

"You choose the man. He choose you. Whatever Stan and Oliver does wit' themselves, is wit' themselves. Stan lays with me, we talk, laugh, eat, sleep, companionship. What else can we do. He is happy, I 'am happy. Big brain needs big love."

"Oliver isn't big anymore, Ida."

"Not what I meaning! Not every man is made the' same. Not every man can be… tie down. He makes me happy, I make him happy. What else is there?"

Lucille nods in agreement. With teary eyes, Lucille, stands and starts helping Ida packing again.

"Shape up. It been years with you and 'Elephant movie man'." Ida snaps. Lucille chuckles,

"You're right, Ida. He is my husband… But I do not own him… I never did."

"Who said, I'm wrong…?"

"No, Ida… I agree with you." She sighs

Later on, the hired car arrives for the boys. The wives respectively, hug and kiss their husbands, wishing them a good time.

In the apartment, Ida pours coffee for Mrs. Hardy. She knows the wife is too emotional to drive in the nighttime and offered her to stay the night in the guest room.

Lucille sits at the kitchen table, looking into her coffee. The clouds of cream, swirl and hypnotize her momentarily. Mrs. Hardy takes big gulp as Ida sits across from her.

"Slow it down! Coffee hot!" Ida snaps in concern.

"Thank you, Ida… You have been very gracious with your home. Look, Ida doesn't it get to you–Just a bit?!"

"No! it's funny, I thought it would, but it does not so. Nyea,… nyea…"

"Babe was a mess when they gave their relationship 'time'."

"Oh, is that time when Buster muddy everything? Yea' Stan told me."

"That's right, I never knew what happened, on Stan's side of things. Babe does and he is writing about his life, not to make a book, but to stay sharp. After the doctor told him strokes can mess up your brain he started writing like mad!"

"That is a good thing for you, Babe."

"For someone that doesn't like to bring up the past, he seems eager to write about it…"

Lucille and Ida sit quietly for a few moments. Lucille with a burning question. Tapping her cup of coffee and slowly darting her eyes around, Mrs. Hardy lifts her head up and raises a inquiring brow. Looking down and away from Ida Lucille gulps.

"How was it between you, Stan and Buster? I heard from Oliver he still sends Valentine flowers to Stan."

"Yes, he does. I heard he sent some to Oliver also."

"Oliver put a moratorium on that! He thought it was thoughtful at first mixed with shock, however it is what the cards would say. 'The lover of my lover. Since he loves you, I love you too.'"

Lucille chuckles, kisses her teeth and sighs.

"Stan explained everything to me before we marry an' why the importance of Oliver."