Snaptrap had returned to his "steal wedding gifts" idea. Which meant TUFF was returning to its fake wedding idea.
"It was my piece de resistance!" he'd said in a video call warning TUFF of his plans. Keswick, Kitty and Chief were all dumbfounded he knew such a phrase, meanwhile Dudley was wondering what it meant.
Kitty hummed, "Well I refuse to marry Dudley again."
"Ditto!"
"Not to m-m-mention that would make it seem you two were getting rem-m-married."
Dudley gave a loud retch.
"And the Chief is much too old," Kitty went on, ignoring Dudley. "So that just leaves…"
"No!" Dudley exclaimed, "No! No!"
Keswick snickered, shrugging. Dudley'd been scared to tell TUFF, or, really anyone, about his being gay and his dating Keswick.
"It's a fake wedding!" Keswick reminded.
"With you!" Dudley exclaimed, "Gross!"
"You've got worse options."
He sighed dramatically while Kitty gave Keswick a light slap to the arm.
Dudley hadn't dared invite his mother and Keswick didn't have any family to invite, so the wedding was full of TUFF agents. Dudley made it abundantly clear during the hours of planning that this was absolutely a fake wedding.
Chief decided himself the officiant. When in came time to agree, Dudley said something to really win over his scientist fake-husband.
"Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell."
Keswick bust out in laughter, though forced himself to keep his mouth closed so they looked like sobs. He nodded, "Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell."
Chief made a dumbfounded, absolutely shocked expression, though spoke as if they were meant to say that. "Then you may now kiss."
So Dudley did. Stronger and longer than he'd ever kissed Kitty, not that she or the Chief noticed. Kitty was already holding Snaptrap and the half-changed Chameleon at gunpoint. The Chief rushed over to handcuff them.
Dudley pulled back and put a hand on Keswick's cheek. "Chief's not really a wedding officiator, is he?"
"I'll never tell," Keswick chuckled, winking.
Kid and Bacon hauled the two away, while the Chief and Kitty turned back to them.
"Great work, agents!" He called, "What acting!"
"Say, Dudley," Kitty asked, "How do you know what mitochondria is but not what piece de resistance means?"
"Kitty I'm marrying a scientist."
"...alright, fair," she concluded, nodding.
"Let's party, baby!" Chief exclaimed, rolling away. Keswick couldn't help laughing.
"I couldn't help notice you two are still holding hands," Kitty said, jokey-malice lacing her voice. Dudley stepped back and shot after the Chief immediantly, "You trying to steal my husband, Keswick?"
"Oh, you kn-kn-know it."
Kitty laughed, taking a bouquet of flowers from a nearby vase. "Might as well complete the action, hm?"
Keswick smiled evilly, hurling the floors straight into the back of Dudley's head.
"Owww-uh!"
Kitty let out a loud laugh. "Guess we'll call you two whenever we need to fake another wedding?"
"You can ca-ca-ca-call me when us two when you want a real w-wedding."
Kitty made her voice more serious, "Really?"
Keswick nodded, glancing wistfully at Dudley, "Now if you don't mind, I believe I've got a c-c-con-consummation to attend!"
"Oh, you fox!"