"Luke, I am your father," the Tolienator stated plainly.
"No. No." Numbah Thirteen cried, "That's not true! That's impossible!"
"Search your feelings. You know it to be true."
"No! No! No!"
"Luke. It is your destiny. Join me, and we can rule the galaxy as father and son. Come with me. It's the only way."
"Ok!"
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Operation APPRENTICE: Chapter Three………………………………
"Wait a second," the Tolienator paused, "haven't I see you somewhere before?"
"Wait a second," Numbah Thirteen echoed, "haven't I see YOU before?"
Father and son thought for a moment, sure that they have met somewhere before.
"Numbah Thirteen of the Kid's Next Door!"
"The Tolienator!"
"You've got to be kidding me," both the Tolienator and Numbah Thirteen say in unison.
A millisecond of silence followed. Footfalls of a medium weight adult approaching the bathroom broke the silence. Numbah Thirteen realized what was about to happen and backed into the corner by the door. The Tolienator was confused his son's actions.
"Lou!" a shrewish voice cried out, "What in carnation are you doing in the bathroom of my house at 2:30 in the morning!"
"Patricia, I, I can explain!" The Tolienator cowered.
"You can explain!" Patricia growled putting her hands on her hips. "Start explaining, start at the beginning, twelve years ago!"
"Well, turtledove, you see," stalled the Tolienator backing up towards the toilet. "You know, things come up…"
"Things come up! Is that really what you call drowning yourself in a toilet! What were you thinking coming here anyway? I told you keep away from my son until he's ready! He could've seen you!" She berated, stepping forward.
"But smoochie-kins-"
"Don't call me that Lou, if you think for one moment that you can 'smoochie-kins' me you've got another thing coming. If you think you can come back to me and say old pet names and have me accept you back…"
"This, my dear, is why I left you," quipped the Tolienator as he flushed himself down the toilet to safety.
"I can't believe the nerve of him…" Numbah Thirteen's mom muttered to herself before turning off the light and going back to bed.
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"Hey Boss," the Tolienator asked the next Monday morning, "can I, maybe, get paid?"
The Boss was not expecting this. He was minding his own business, just visiting an employee to make sure he was all right.
"Tolienator, you do understand that we are a group of villains right?" The Boss always visited the Tolienator last, because it gave him a headache to talk to the fool. "I can't pay you because we don't make any money. Why are you all of a sudden worried about money anyway?"
"I got a letter saying that I need to pay child support," explained the Tolienator, he felt a bit weird talking to the Boss about personal stuff like this, but he knew the Boss always knew best.
"Child support? Since when do you have a child?" The Boss raised an eyebrow this was a surprise.
"Since eleven years ago. A son, named Luke. Ironically he belongs to the Kids Next Door."
"Really?" this was getting interesting now, thought the Boss, "he's an active member you say? Perhaps you could find out things from him? Since he is your son and you will be paying to support him, after all."
"I guess."
Had the Boss known that the Tolienator's child was Numbah thirteen, conversation would not have ended with the Boss smiling so smugly.
