What will Sonny do for the summer? Bravo will chime in, Clay will solve the unspoken question.

617 words of SEAL Team fun inspired by the first four lines of the Phineas and Ferb theme song.

Written for my Summer Prompt Challenge 2019 on Ao3.

Summer Vacation

The table was covered in empties. The waitress had switched them to a couple of pitchers after they finished the last round in under a minute.

"You should go camping in Maine - beautiful this time of year!" Everyone ignored Kairos' suggestion without a word.

Except for Sonny, "Half our job is camping and you want me to spend my vacation doing it?" Sonny's brow raised so high his eyebrows nearly disappeared under his ballcap. "You're officially crazier than I thought."

All eight members of Bravo had gathered at the bar. A week of leave was coming up and that called for a meeting of the minds.

"Still not as crazy as you." Kairos shrugged, leaning back in his chair. Jason held up his hand to silence Sonny before the argument could escalate.

"Let's review shall we." Clay cleared his throat, leaning forward in his backwards chair, and began to count off all the things Sonny had vetoed so far. "No camping, no sailing, no mountain climbing, no hiking -"

"No nature at all obviously," Trent tossed in. Sonny scowled.

"No Maine, no DC, no New York or Boston -"

Brock scoffed, "Just cross off all of New England then."

"And you only visit the south in the winter when it isn't so humid." Clay crossed his arms over the back of the chair he was sitting in, "What exactly do you want to do this summer?"

Sonny's brow scrunched up. He leaned forward on the table. He puckered his lips, held his breath, fidgeted, and generally remained quiet while being incredibly noisy.

Ray and Jason exchanged a look. Clay smirked.

"You know, I've never been to Disneyland." Clay offered, eyes on his beer bottle so as not to arouse suspicion.

Full Metal raised a brow, "How is that possible?" His arms went wide. "Everyone has been to Disneyland, it's a right of passage for all Americans!"

"Not everyone has seen Inside Out seven times." Brock quipped. Both Full Metal and Trent flipped him off.

"Seriously though Spenser?" Ray gestured forward, "Never?"

"BUD/S is literally in the same state as Disney World." Trent said with a shake of his head.

Clay shrugged, "My grandparents were not fans of television - I was catching up on 90s sitcoms and cult classics every time we had a break."

"Sometimes I forget Pretty Boy was raised in Africa by a bunch of old folks." Sonny grinned. Clay narrowed his eyes. " 'scuse me. Missionaries."

"Cult!" Brock coughed into his arm. "Cult!"

Clay smacked his arm, "They were Baptist." Bravo all took a drink, lips quirked up. "Shut up…" Clay pouted, slumping over his chair.

"Alright, it's settled then, I gotta take the kid to Disneyland." Sonny slapped the table. "We'll even wrangle Davis away from her new C.O. to play tour guide for us."

Clay smirked into his beer as Sonny ruffled his hair.

"Did Sonny just volunteer to babysit all summer?" Jason looked at Ray, eyes narrowed and smile threatening.

Ray grinned, "Certainly sounded like it to me."

Sonny and Clay both frowned. "I ain't no babysitter." "I don't need a babysitter!"

The table went quiet. Sonny looked at Clay with an expectant look, "Don't need a babysitter? Blondie, you wander off more than an toddler and could find trouble in a nunnery."

"In my defense," Clay held up a finger, "If you can't find trouble in a nunnery, you're not looking hard enough."

Sonny mulled over his bottom lip, "Point, padawan, point."

"Padawan?" Clay squinted, tilted his head. The table froze.

"Good lord," Ray's head dropped into his hand.

Jason shook his head. "Make sure you take him to Galaxy's Edge, Sonny."

Brock snorted, "And maybe a blockbuster."

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