Bobby gazed in disbelief at his surrounding. "Dad, what is going on? What... What is this place?" He stammered. Hank walked over to him. "I told you, Bobby. This is the Headquarters of the Honorable Arlen's Research and Development with Outgoing Neighbors. Come on, let me show you around."
Hank walked over to the large computer with many screen, buttons, and flashing lights. "Bobby" Hank placing his hand on the machine. "This is Clever, Outstanding, Wonderful, Gears, Instructing Research and Logistics." Bobby walked over to his dad and thought for a moment. "Wait a minute... C.O.W.G.I.R.L.? You named your computer Cowgirl?" "Well dang Bobby what else should I call her? Something dumb like Mary? No C.O.W.G.I.R.L. is the best super computer this side of the Atlantic." Hank said stroking the one of the large metal panels.
The voice of a sensual of a southern black woman issued from the computer. "Oh stop Hank you gonna make a girl blush with all the sweet talk you're doing." "Well C.O.W.G.I.R.L. you are the hottest computer around." said Hank playfully flicking a few switches. "That's because I am powered by Propane, Hanky poo." "Propane is a sweet lady, but not as sweet as you, C.O.W.G.I.R.L.." Bobby could not believe what he was seeing. His dad, who he loved more than Rock Road ice cream with extra nuts, was flirting was a giant talking sentient computer. "Dad, I don't feel so good. I think I need to sit down." "Its ok Bobby, it is a lot to take in at once." Hank holding his son. "Just breathe. Breath!" But Bobby passed out on the floor.
Bobby woke up in a comfy office chair. As his adjusted his eyes, he saw was in some sort of control room with one of the walls made of glass. There were desks everywhere with multiple computer screens on them. Through the window he saw the room he fainted in. He was up in the balcony with the tinted windows. In the center of the room there was slightly raised desk with a large control panel facing the window. At the desk was next a chair and in the chair was a man, who Bobby couldn't see, and next the chair was Hank Hill. "Dad?" "Hey Bobby you are up! There is someone here I want you to meet." Hank turned the chair around saw Bill Dauterive.
"Hey Bobby! So your dad finally decided it was time for you to join down here?"
"Mr. Dauterive? What is going on? What is this place? I don't understand."
"Sit down Bobby" Hank gestured to a chair "This is going to take a bit to explain"
The History of H.A.R.D.O.N. (Hank is explaining with Bobby asking questions) H.A.R.D.O.N has existed for over ten thousand years since the dawn of mankind. /Wait a minute dad how that be? Arlen hasn't even been around for two hundred years./ Bobby, the A in our name has stood for other places too. Atlantis, Athens, Australia, Auschwitz if it starts with an A, H.A.R.D.O.N probably had or has a base there. H.A.R.D.O.N has always served mankind from those who wish to destroy or rule it. It does not matter where the threat is, we will be there to save the day. From Earth or beyond it matter not. /Wait beyond Earth? What does that mean?/ Aliens, Bobby, Aliens are totally real. We have members from every continent, every race, every walk of life. H.A.R.D.O.N is the reason that Cold War didn't go hot. H.A.R.D.O.N is the reason America was founded. H.A.R.D.O.N is the reason Elvis was King and pizza was invented. H.A.R.D.O.N is the reason Jesus came the Earth. Jesus Christ?!/ Yes, he was one the of the best god dang members to ever grace this planet. God bless America. We defend the human race from all threats. And now Bobby we have decided it is time for you to join us. Will you?
"Wait" Bobby wide-eyed "You want me to join you super secret spy space situation?" "Well its not in space, well not all of it. But yes." Hank held out his hand. "Yes dad, I will do it!" Bobby jumped out of his chair to shake his dad's hand. "Good! Then its time to begin your training." Hank press a button the control panel. "Its time. The boy is ready." A door in the opened up. Two people walked through. One was a tall handsome tan man with blonde hair. The other was a orange tabby cat walking on two legs. "Boomhauer and Garfield will be your instructors." "Wait!" Bobby rubbing his eyes " Garfield is real?!"
"Of course I am real, Bobby. That comic strip Jim Davis writes is just a cover story. I am will be your combat teacher. Boomhauer here will teach you the art of being a spy." The cat replied.
"GodDangBobby, ItellyouwhatI'mgonnashowyouhowtoberealsmooth, youknow? Likeheybabyyoulookingmightyfinetoday, justslideupinthere. Itellyouwhat. Listenherenow, withmeyouwillbeabletotalkyourwaythroughanything."
Hank placed his hand on his son's shoulder. "Bobby you are about to take your first steps into a much bigger world. Do me proud, son".