(AN: Usually I wait until someone reviews to update… but since none of you did… (throws bomb at all of you) Heh. Well, figured I might as well end this story now anyway. Hope you liked it. Man, I wish I could think of a title for this…)

"So who cooks around here?" Amy asked. She was laying lazily on a couch, her head draped off the side and hanging down.

Sheila shrugged. "The robot, usually."

"I could fix something up, if you wanted me too," said Amy. Sheila raised her eyebrow at Amy in mild surprise.

"You cook?"

Amy sighed. "You'd better not flip out over it like Dad did…"

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"Guess supper will have to wait," said Sheila, immediately striding over to the mission room. "Salem, Massachusetts, 1692. The year of the Salem Witch Trials, if I remember correctly."

"Probably someone's going to be hung who shouldn't be," said Amy dryly. She wasn't in the best of moods… not like she usually was anyway. She looked at the man on the screen. "Who is that guy?"

"I don't know," shrugged Sheila. "There's no name. But he's obviously important, so…"

Sheila, Amy, and XJ5 got in their little transporter things and zapped off to Salem.

"Well, I don't think I WILL!"

Buck growled impatiently. "Look, Larry, I'm hungry--"

"Then don't insult the chef," snapped Larry. "And you not only insulted ONE chef, you insulted BOTH of them."

"Well then," huffed Buck, "I'll just find Amy and have her--"

"Oh, sure!" interrupted Larry. "Like she's going to cook for you after the way you treated her!"

"LARRY! TUDDRUSSEL!" Otto dashed into the room where Buck and Larry were arguing. "Amy's gone! I found this note from her!"

Larry snatched the note out of Otto's hands. "Dear losers, I'm leaving you whiny ungrateful toads and going somewhere where I might actually be somewhat appreciated. Yours etc., Amy Tuddrussel." The robot folded the letter up and glared at Buck. "Well?"

"Aaw man!" whined Buck. "Now who's gonna fix supper?"

Throwing his arms up in the air in an exasperated way, Larry sighed and mumbled, "I give up."

Suddenly Philip ran into the room, struggling to hold a large pile of photo albums, stuffed animals, blankets, and the like. "Dad! Why didn't you tell us that you had a storage room devoted entirely to me and Amy?"

Larry and Otto blinked.

"Sure, you had to give it away," muttered Buck.

"Look at all this stuff!" cried Philip. "I haven't seen this stuff in years! And--" Philip dropped all of the items he was holding, grabbed a faded photo album, and flipped through it, finally finding a picture of him, his parents, and his sister, all siting on a couch, smiling and laughing. "And we were such a happy family, too! What happened?"

"Well…" Buck shrugged in an ashamed manner. "Things… change…"

"Yeah, well…" Philip's voice trailed off. "Where's Amy? She should see this."

"I'll tell you where she is," mumbled Larry, handing Philip the note. Philip quickly read it.

"Ungrateful toads?! I take offense at that!"

Otto spoke up. "What do you think she meant by someone who might appreciate her more?"

"Hmmm…" thought Philip. "I would almost say Mom, but no, she wouldn't…"

"She's have to be outta her mind to go there," laughed Buck.

"There's our guy," whispered Amy. She, her mother, and the robot where hiding in some bushes, watching the action. "It looks like he's about to get the noose."

"I wonder why we have to save him," said Sheila dryly. "But I'm not one to go against assignments, so…"

The three leapt out from their hiding place, pointing their lasers straight at the executioners. "You are in violation of--"

Sheila was unable to finish her sentence, however. "Look at those women… the clothes they are wearing… they must be witches!" Before they could move, they were tied in strong ropes, rendering them helpless.

"Well, now what?" asked Amy dryly.

"Common occupational hazard," said Sheila nonchalantly. "I'll just have XJ5--"

"And destroy that strange contraption!" yelled one of the Puritans. Grabbing a club, another one bashed the robot right in the head. He fell to the ground, completely deactivated.

"Well, scratch that thought…" Sheila's voice uncharacteristically trailed off.

"There's one thing I can do," said Amy. She jerked her head to a small band on her right wrist. "See that button on my wristband?"

"Yes."

"Can you reach it?"

Both of Sheila's arms were tied tightly to her body down to the middle of her lower arm, but Sheila managed to reach over and, with great effort, push the button on Amy's wristband. "What did that do?"

Amy grinned. "It's a distress communicator. Phil found them when we were twelve. If either one of us is separated and in danger, we just push that button and the other one of us knows exactly where we are."

"I hope it says when we are too," said Sheila, strangely sounding a bit worried.

Amy bit her lip. "Yes, me too…"

Bzzzzzzzzzz…

"What's that?" cried Otto, Larry, and Buck all at the same time.

Philip looked at his wrist. "My distress communicator! Amy's in trouble!" He brought his wrist up to his face and read it. "And she's at… Salem, Massachusetts, 1692?"

Otto gasped. "Maybe she's about to be hung!"

"Well, we certainly can't have that!" cried Philip. "To Salem!"

Larry ran ahead and set the coordinates. "But what on earth do you think she's doing there?" he asked.

"I don't know, but we're going to find out," said Philip, a look of set determination on his face as the four of them zapped off.

One of the Puritan executioners looked confused. "Which one doth we killest first?" he asked.

Another one shrugged. "We startedeth with Obadiah, so praythee, let us finish that which we startedeth."

Obadiah gulped.

"I wish we knew what about him is so important," muttered Amy.

A huge blast shook the earth.

"What in heaven's name--" gasped the Puritans.

Philip shoved his laser in one of their faces. "Unhand my sister!" He glanced at the captive 'witches'. "And, uh, my mother. Hi, Mom."

"My, Philip, you certainly have grown," mused Sheila in an amused voice.

"Yeah," said Buck, pointing his laser at another Puritan. "Unhand my daughter… and, uh, my ex-wife, or we'll have to pull out our BIGGER lasers."

In a flash, Sheila and Amy were untied.

"Hold it!" cried Otto. "What are you two doing here, anyway?"

Amy shrugged. "I don't know. We were supposed to save that guy." She pointed to Obadiah.

Otto strode up to the Puritan executioners. "Kind sirs, apparently by hanging this man, you are in violation of international and interdimentional law. And he isn't really a witch, only your over-active imaginations think so, along with everyone else you've hung."

"Really?" asked the Puritans in shock.

"Really," said Otto, nodding. "Now let him go."

The Puritans untied Obadiah. With a leap of joy, he ran over and shook Philip's hand. "Thank ye, oh thank ye, kind sir! My fiancée will be so happy!"

Philip looked at Amy and rolled his eyes. "Why did you have to save this guy?"

Amy shrugged. "Perhaps he's the ancestor of someone who will make a great difference… What's your name, anyway?"

"Obadiah. Obadiah Tuddrussel."

Everyone stared.

"Are you telling me…" Buck finally said, "that we just saved our own ten millionth or so great-grandfather?"

Amy couldn't help but grin. "It would appear so." She shook Obadiah's hand. "My name is Amy Tuddrussel, and this is my brother Philip Tuddrussel, and my father Buck Tuddrussel."

Larry blinked. "Well, that was… weird."

"But mission accomplished, I take it," said Philip.

"I'd assume, although I don't know for sure," said Sheila, looking at XJ5. "He's going to need some major repairs."

Another earth shattering boom suddenly cut out any further conversation.

Two top Time Squad officers stepped into view. "Philip and Amy Tuddrussel?" one asked.

"Uh… here," said Philip, timidly raising his hand.

"What is it, Officers?" asked Amy, trying to remain calm.

"Excellent job on this mission," said the other officer. "Both of you have earned enough points to graduate and become fully fledged Time Squad officers."

Philip and Amy looked at each other in shock. "Really?" they asked simultaneously.

The first officer rolled his eyes. "Yes, really."

The second handed the twins certificates and badges. "Good luck to you both… I hope you take on more of you mother's characteristics than your father's…"

Philip faced everyone, pretending to wipe away a tear. With a voice dripping with emotion, he said, "I'd like to thank everyone who helped me get this far… especially my Mom and Dad… I love you guys!"

Buck wiped away a REAL tear. "They grow up so fast!"

"Aw, knock it off, you ham," said Amy, playfully pushing her brother aside.

"You two need to come with us to fill out some papers, then we can get you situated," said the first.

"Sounds great," said Philip, "but…"

"…give us a few minutes…"

"…to say some not so final but still important…"

"…good-byes."

Amy gave Larry a friendly hug. "Thanks for all the recipes, Lar."

"I'm going to misssss yoooou!" sobbed Larry. "No one else has ever appreciated me like you did!"

"Aaw, c'mon Lar, I appreciated you!" cried Philip, pulling Larry close in a tight buddy hug.

"Aack!"

Amy looked down at Otto. "But I bet you won't miss me at all, will you?"

Otto shuffled his feet. "Actually…"

"Just kidding." Amy hugged Otto. "Keep up all that knowledge of history, kid, it'll take you places!"

"Yeah, like Salem, Massachusetts, 1692," laughed Philip. "I hate to leave ya, you were like my little brother!"

Otto blinked. "Really? Yeah, I guess so!"

"Next time I see ya… WRESTLING MATCH!"

"All right!" cried Otto.

Finally, Amy turned to her parents and gave them a stern look. "I certainly hope that you two learned something about responsible parenting," she said.

Philip imitated his sister's harsh pose. "Yeah, me too, but I doubt you did."

Sheila shrugged. "Well, what can I say, we have to be true to form."

Buck sulked. "Aaw man, I'm gonna miss you guys… I actually did like your cooking, Amy."

"Ha! I knew you did!" laughed Amy. "You probably liked shopping with me, too!"

"I'm going to be honest--no."

Philip popped up between his parents and put his arms around their shoulders. "Hey, cheer up, Mom and Dad! We'll come back to visit, right Amy?"

"Of course," said Amy. "Like we said, this isn't a permanent goodbye."

The Time Squad officers were tapping their feet impatiently. "Are you about done?"

"Yeah, we're done," said Philip, walking away from his parents and towards the officers. "Bye, Mom and Dad! Love ya!"

"Yeah, see you guys later," said Amy, giving one of her rare smiles and following her brother.

"Goodbye… ancestors," said Obadiah, sounding confused. "I have no idea of what's going on…"

ZAP! The four were suddenly gone.

Sheila sighed. "Well, Buck, I'm going to need to go back with you to make some repairs on my robot."

"Don't get too comfortable," growled Buck.

"Oh, don't worry," said Sheila. "I'll be anxious to leave."

"Well, things are normal again… almost…" Larry trailed off.

"As normal as they will get, at least…" contemplated Otto.

"Oh, by the way, Lar, what's for supper?" Buck asked as Larry was punching in coordinates on his arm.

"TUDDRUSSEL!"

ZAP!

The… end.

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