Happy Easter and Passover to anyone who celebrates. And if you don't, well, I wish you the rebirth of life and all the promises a new start brings.

Thank you Girlyxxx123 and queenemily for this idea. It was a little difficult to write because as you know even a simple trip to the ice cream shop can't be simple with these two.

I don't own Gen Rex.

"You know what I miss?" Beverly asked suddenly.

Caesar jerked up and banged his head against the bottom of the hood of the panel. The stick that was holding it up came loose and the panel dropped on him trapping him against the machine.

Beverly quickly jumped up and pried the panel off of him. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?"

"Bueno, I'm fine." He said as rubbed the top of his head and rolled his shoulder. "No concussion, maybe a slight bruise on mi cabeza."

"Sorry. " Beverly winced.

"It's my fault." Caesar said gallantly. "What do you miss?"

"Huh?" Beverly asked still concerned about his accident.

"You said you missed something?" Caesar prompted.

"Oh, it's not important. Are you sure you're all right?" She touched the injured spot on his head gingerly.

Caesar caught her hand and gently pulled it down. "Don't worry. I have a hard head. So what do you miss?"

"Well, it sounds silly now." Beverly blushed as Caesar's warm hand continued to hold hers. "But I miss frozen custard."

"You mean ice cream?" Caesar frowned. "We have ice cream in the cafeteria all the time."

"No, not ice cream. Frozen custard! There's a big difference." Beverly insisted.

"Well, I suppose one has eggs and the other…" Caesar was about to launch into a full lecture.

"Frozen custard just tastes creamier, smoother, and just more… mmmm." Beverly interrupted Caesar.

"I've never had it before." Caesar admitted.

"What?" Beverly looked at him in shock.

Caesar shrugged. "Well, it's not a very popular dessert where I've been. I've just never had it."

"Oh, Caesar, you don't know what you've been missing!" Beverly declared. "Come on! We need to go now!" She grabbed his arm.

"Go where?" The startled young scientist asked.

"We need to go to find a frozen custard shop, stat!" Beverly insisted.

"Oh, all right. Shouldn't we leave a note for someone?" Caesar asked as Beverly pulled him out of the lab.

"Eh, if they need us they can call us." Beverly said logically.

"Where are we going to find a frozen custard shop?" Caesar asked as he was lead to the hanger.

"Wisconsin."

"Wisconsin?"

"Milwaukee, Wisconsin to be exact." Beverly declared as she dragged the hapless young scientist down the hall.

"Isn't that far from here?" Caesar asked nervously. "We could get lost."

"Your research pod has GPS in it, doesn't it?" Beverly asked.

"Well, yes but…"

"And it can go super fast, can't it?"

"I suppose that's true."

"Then we can be there and back in like 20 minutes."

"It's not that fast." Caesar protested.

"Well, maybe I exaggerated but it should be quick. Come on." Beverly said excitedly.

Caesar allowed himself to be pulled onto his research pod. When Beverly punched in the coordinates to the nearest custard shop… in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Caesar started the research pod.

"There's this place that my parents use to take us when we were little…" Beverly began.

"You lived in Wisconsin when you were little?" Caesar interrupted her.

"Yes, well, no. Nanna use to live there with Gramps. When he passed away, she moved to be near us. Anyway, we use to visit them during the summer and there was this great custard shop called Kopp's…" Beverly explained.

"You went to Wisconsin in the summer?" Caesar interrupted again.

"Yes, to visit my Nanna." Beverly repeated. Then she frowned. "Why?"

"Well, Milwaukee doesn't seem to be a great summer destination." Caesar shrugged.

"Hey, it had museums…"

"Which you can find anywhere…"

"Breweries…"

"You can't drink…"

"Miller stadium…"

"Baseball is boring…"

"And the Harley-Davidson Museum." Beverly finished glaring at him.

"Ah, I see." He knew better than to disparage anything that Beverly loved.

"Look, I think we're here." Beverly said, glad for the change of subject. She was starting to get annoyed by his dismissive attitude.

"Are you sure?" Caesar asked.

"What do you mean? The GPS says that we're here." Beverly almost snapped.

"Well, it's been a long time since you've been here. Maybe it's not here anymore." Caesar said.

"Well, I …I… suppose but why would it close? It's a great place." Beverly suddenly felt stupid. Maybe she should have checked before dragging them out there.

Caesar tactfully cleared his throat. "I think it's a car wash now."

0o0

Beverly glared at the offending sign that said Hal's Car Wash.

"Why on earth would you close the best custard shop in the world for a stupid car wash?" She fumed.

"People had dirty cars?" Caesar offered but shrunk back when Beverly turned her glare onto him.

"Umm, hey mister?" A man in a blue jumpsuit came over. "We can't clean your uh… vehicle on account it's too big to fit through the wash, dontcha know."

"It's okay," Caesar replied backing slowly away from his angry girlfriend. "We were just looking for the custard shop that was here."

"Oh Kopps?" The man brightened. "They moved down the road. They'd never close. It's the best custard in the world, dontcha know."

"See!" Caesar heard Beverly call out from behind him.

"Thank you, sir." Caesar said glad that Beverly no longer dangerously sounded like she was about to hurt him.

"No problem. " The friendly native waved as they got back onto their vehicle.

Caesar drove his pod "down the road" as the man said and sure enough a sign for custard appeared.

"There it is!" Beverly excitedly pointed.

Caesar pulled into the parking lot. A man holding a cone gaped at the huge monstrosity as it loomed over the store. While his head was tilted back his custard slipped off his cone and fell to the floor. Smoke accompanied the swishing sound of the pod doors opening.

Two shadowy figures appeared in the doorway. The bright light from the back obscured their features. As the figures descended down the ramp, the man threw his cone in the air, screamed, and ran in the opposite direction. In his haste he didn't notice the pole behind him. He ran head long into it knocking himself out cold.

"Hmm, odd place to be taking a nap." Caesar muttered as he passed by the prone figure.

Beverly who was so excited about getting some custard didn't even notice. Pulling Caesar along into the store they stood in front of the counter.

"I'll have a Fudge Delight." Beverly said. Then she looked at Caesar.

"I…I…don't know. What do you recommend?" Caesar stammered.

"Well, what do you like?" The man behind the counter asked.

"What's the flavor of the day?" Caesar asked looking at the board.

"It's tropical mango." The man answered.

"I'll take a scoop." He said.

The man proceeded to fill Beverly and Caesar's order. Beverly was practically jumping in her excitement at the prospect of getting her custard.

When their order came, Beverly grabbed it and began spooning heaps of custard into her mouth. Caesar sniffed his and examined it before he picked up the spoon and took a small lick. His eyes lit up.

"It's like a frozen mango smoothie." He said.

"That'll be 9 dollars." The man said.

Caesar reached into his pocket and realized…

"I, uh, I think I left my wallet back at base."

0o0

"That was so worth it." Beverly said firmly.

"Serious, bro. You should always carry your wallet at all times." Rex lectured as he licked his cones. He had two, one in each hand.

"Well, it jabs me when I'm working." Caesar said a bit annoyed.

"You're lucky I picked up and not Six." Rex said

"Yes, because I would wonder why you had left the base unauthorized." Six materialized out of no where.

Everyone jumped. Six had his arms crossed and did not look amused.

"Oh, haha, hi Six," Rex said nervously. "I was just uh I was just…" He shoved the two cones into his mouth. "Mmmph, mmph, mmph, mmph, mmph, mmph." He then waved and ran away.

Six turned his glare at Beverly and Caesar.

"Relax, we got you some pistachio." Beverly said dismissively. She shoved a brown package into his chest. She grabbed Caesar and pulled him along. "Pistachio is Becca's favorite." She turned her head back.

Six watched the two disappear. He looked at the package which was starting to get soft.

He guessed he'll let it go this time. But he's definitely going to work Caesar overtime.

*Bueno=good

mi cabeza= my head