Back at TUFF, everybody was working around the clock. Somehow pedestrians were starting to go missing one minute and the next, they're back doing their normal lives all over. Keswick had just started on improving the base's security measures, and Herbert had concluded his training with Kitty. Everything seemed okay until Dudley arrived through the elevator looking both relaxed and rejuvenated. Herbert hopped over and landed on Dudley's desk as Dudley made his way to it followed by Kitty.

"Hey Agent Puppy, how did you and...Donnagon's time go?"

"Oh Chief, it was heavenly", Dudley sighed as he slid into his chair, "Dad is kind, caring, always there for me, and he definably knows how to have fun. He's got this mood so calm, his eyes so full of love, and his smile was just amazing. He was right on what he told me when we left. There really is nothing like quality time between father and son."

Kitty, who had been listening, started to look a little confused. Did that look she saw on Donnagon's face for real, or was it due to her overworking? She couldn't help but feel that maybe Donnagon was too good to be true. Could anyone be this caring, devoted, and loving? Herbert however was even more concerned.

"Dudley, Donnagon didn't say anything about us, did he?" he asked Dudley.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that Donnagon might cause a bad influence on you if you spend too much time with him so I think that-"

"Wait a minute", Dudley blurted out, "Chief, you're not trying to come between Dad and me are you?"

"Hey, you don't know that dog like I know him", Herbert claimed, "He was the worst agent we had. Always doing things for himself and shunning all of us like we were nothing to him."

"Oh come on Chief, people can change."

"Oh yeah", Kitty pointed out, "Like that one time you told me that same thing when Snaptrap did nice things for us just to rocket us into the sun?"

"Dad is different", Dudley declared as he lifted from his chair, "Dad invited me to dinner tonight so we could have a chat and a fancy meal. Then I'll prove that Dad isn't who you say he is."

"You're having dinner with HIM?!" , Herbert asked in shock, "You can't be serious."

"Oh really? I'm dead serious. And I'm going to that dinner even if you don't want me to."

With that, Dudley turned and walked away. Kitty then turned to Herbert.

"Chief, what did you mean by the way you know Donnagon?"

"Kitty, Donnagon did something so unforgivable, that I'll never forget it. Dudley may think Donnagon has changed, but I feel like Donnagon is using his image to do something to Dudley. But what?"

"Yeah", Kitty informed him, "I saw something in Donnagon's eye just when Dudley took off with him. Something so dark, and cruel that I felt like he was more than what he was showing."

By this time, Dudley was at the closet wondering what to wear. Even though he rejected pants, this was a special occasion. Just then, Kitty walked over as he was walking out and seeing her, paused a minute.

"Hey Kitty, you think Dad would like me better in formal wear or my usual black shirt?"

"Actually Dudley, I need to tell you something."

"What's that? It's not about Dad is it?"

"I just want you to be careful. I can't help but feel like this whole perfect dad thing is too good to be true."

"Hey, I ment what I said on having dinner with Dad. I've been with him all afternoon and if he was too good to be true, I would be the first to know."

Kitty sighed. Even though she knew that this was sketchy, once Dudley made up his mind, he would stick to it no matter what anybody said. Besides she had other things to worry about. This issue on the pedestrian disappearances and reappearances wasn't going to solve itself.

"Well, just try and keep your guard up. Don't always listen to what he says okay?"

"Why's that?", he asked her.

"Sometimes people say things that are not quite true, but seems like they are. Just giving some advice."

"Well, thanks Kitty. See you a little later", Dudley told her as he left for the door.

Dudley then drove home so he could freshen up. As he was coming down the stairs, Peg met him at the bottom.

"Hi honey, what brings you home?", she asked pleasantly.

"Oh, Dad's in town and asked me for dinner so I'm just freshening up before I go."

Peg's face instantly changed to a look of dread and horror.

"D-D-D-Don-Donnagon is HERE?!", she asked.

"Yeah, and he's really nice. That therapist who worked on him, they did a pretty good job."

"Dudley, you need to stay AWAY from your father! He's trying to-"

"Have time for me. Jeez Mom, now YOU'RE against me?! Why does everybody think Dad's a bad guy when he's clearly being Mr. Nice?"

Dudley walked to the door only to get blocked by Peg.

"Dudley, I can't let you meet him. Listen to me, Donnagon is not-"

"Going to be kept waiting?", Donnagon asked as he opened the front door and Peg slowly turned around and he looked her in the eye, "Hi Peg. Miss me?"

Peg screamed and bolted up the stairs(she runs pretty fast for an old lady) slamming the bedroom door behind her. Donnagon turned to Dudley who looked back at him with curiosity.

"She's so excited to see me. You ready to go?"

"Sure thing. Where's the place we're eating?"

"Oh don't you worry about that son", Donnagon assured as they walked out to the Tuffmobile, "You'll know it when you smell it."

Dudley then decided to ignore everyone's opinions of Donnagon After all, he did show that he had changed his ways to him and that was good enough for him. Donnegan drove again and after several fancy driving examples, they parked near a very fancy restaurant Le Fancee. Donnagon had clearly dressed for the occasion. Now he was wearing a very expensive looking tuxedo with a colorful orchid. Dudley had decided to go the usual: wear a black shirt and nothing else before they went in and changed clothes in a nearby outhouse. The place definably had class. There were huge dining tables with white lace lined tablecloths, a fragrance candle and fancy flower bouquet in every table's center, waiters carrying orders from an open window revealing the kitchen staff cooking and cleaning, it even had a live band playing fancy dining music. Yep, the title of this place was on the money. After getting their seats, Dudley and Donnagon placed their orders and while the food was cooking, Donnagon decided it was time for chat.

"So son, did you enjoy our day together?"

"I sure did. Listen Dad, I was wondering if I could ask you something."

"Anything son. All you need to do is ask."

"Well, okay. Here's what's up, my fellow agents tell me I shouldn't always believe what you say. They also say you're not the jovial person I think you are. Is any of that true?"

"Son, in all the time we spent together, I would never deceive you. If you ask me, I think your fellow operatives are just being jealous because I am everything their not."

" Like what?"

"Accepting, charismatic, fabulously wealthy, exalted, passionate, and of course wise."

Dudley had listened carefully and he had to agree. TUFF wasn't really all that accepting of him during his first few years, but he managed to regain trust.

"Dad, I tried finding a new partner, but for some reason, my shenanigans cause them to avoid me. I know I can sometimes be annoying, and I do make bad decisions every now and again, but at least I try to make up for them, right?"

"Couldn't have said it better myself son."

Just then, Dudley and Donnagon's food arrived. Dudley had ordered the fancy ham, t-bone steak, and several plates of bacon( hey, could you blame him for passing on his meat?) with a large soda. Donnegan had placed for the special Fancee platter which consisted of a fine lobster broiled to perfection, a fancy salad, several salmon fillets, and of course a gold lined pomegranate bunch inside a gold goblet with a large bowel of vanilla ice cream with caramel ribbons and peanut butter chunks with a large glass of sparkling spring water. This dinner was the best food Dudley had ever eaten. Donnagon even shared his ice cream with him. Then Dudley remembered something.

"Hey Dad, I found this in TUFF's vaults and I was wondering if you could talk to me about it."

Dudley pulled the flash drive he found out of his shirt and placed it near Donnagon who had now a serious expression on his face.

"Oh yeah, my old soldier project. Tried to improve the arsenal so that we could put crime on ice. But unfortunately they thought it was too "unpredictable" so they pulled the plug and I had to drop it."

Donnagon noticed that Dudley had been watching him and he quickly changed his game face back to it's jovial look after seeing nobody had heard anything.

"Oh but that was long ago. Just look at me now. I'm rich and as free as a bird logically speaking."

He reached over, picked up the flash drive and pocketed it in his pants. Dudley figured that it would be safer with Donnagon than with him anyway. Shortly afterward, Donnagon paid for the dinner and as Dudley started up the Tuffmobile, Donnagon stayed on the walk. His ride would pick him up shortly.

"Remember son", he told Dudley before Dudley drove off, "it's our secret."

He patted his pants pocket and Dudley nodded.

"Thanks Dad, I owe you one."

As he sped off, Donnagon watched as he disappeared.

"You'll owe me one alright", he purred as his own limo pulled up and he entered it and drove away under a clear starry sky.