Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. Since this story is set 25 years later, all the characters under twenty-five years of age are mine.
"Nicely done, team," Flo smiled.
"No big," said Don as he walked through the open door.
Red, pencil thin beams of light shone down from the ceiling and walls at seemingly random angles, kicking up dust where they landed before disappearing and firing again.
Don jumped back nimbly, "Just great."
"Lasers!" shouted Anne as the light show ceased. "They're probably motion activated."
Don picked up a rock and tossed it down the hall on the other side of the vault door. The lasers activated again briefly. "Looks that way, all right."
Don watched Anne walk up to the doorway as he fished a restaurant napkin out of his pocket. "Ready?" he asked as he unfolded and refolded the napkin.
Anne nodded as she stared down the dim cave. Don launched a paper airplane. The plane sailed slowly and jerkily down the cavern and the lasers filled the hall in a surreal pattern as the three agents watched.
Near the end of the hall, the plane was finally shot down. It's fire continued to illuminate the cavern weakly.
After a moment of silence, Anne announced, "Romano 43."
Don frowned, "Not the Carlson routine?"
Anne's eyebrows furrowed a moment as she thought, "Yes, Romano 43."
"OK, then," sighed Don. "Music, please."
Anne unsnapped the leather casing around the compact player on her belt and turned it on. "'O-Boyz'" or 'Hour Glass'?"
Don scowled, "Why do you even have Dad's songs loaded?"
"Just because its old, doesn't make it bad," Anne whined.
Anne touched the control on her belt again and a steady pop beat came out of the belt's hidden speakers, while Don crouched into a starting position.
As the melody began, Don began moving his arms and legs to the beat. He then danced and jumped down the hall as the lasers fired around him. Once at the end, he kicked a large button on the wall.
Anne sighed as the lasers ceased.
Flo clapped her hands together several times, "Nice moves, boyo."
Anne turned off the music as the girls walked up to meet Don.
Anne trained her flashlight on Don's head. "Uh, sorry about that," she pointed at smoke that could be seen rising from a singed portion of hair in the flashlight's beam.
"It's cool." he smiled. "With the Carlson routine I think that would have been my ear."
Anne smiled as she walked up to a pedestal that was in a small alcove at the end of the cavern. She shined her flashlight on the pedestal.
She then picked up a piece of paper and frowned at it.
"Some sort of historical document? Plans for a doomsday device?" asked Don.
"Good for one free 'Gorilla Meal' at 'Pelon Allegre'," she read aloud in a frustrated tone.
"What the-", Don could not say more, even though his mouth continued to go through the motions.
"What's 'Pelon Allegre'?" asked Flo.
"Our dad's restaurant," said Anne as she handed Flo the coupon. "Mom's idea of a joke. But it's useless to us. We already get the family discount."
"100 per cent" added Don.
Flo looked at the coupon. The restaurant logo of a monkey hanging by his tail with a smile on his face, a burrito in one hand and a hamburger in the other; took up most of the coupon's space. "I knew this was a test run, but I don't know why this is here."
"Well," said Don, "We're having Dinner there next."
"So this must be Mom's way of inviting you to dinner," added Anne.
Special thanks to my children, Kathleen and James for some of the ideas used in this story.