Chapter 3: An Awkward Meeting
Filbrick Pines was at an airport waiting for his flight back home when he was spotted by a familiar face. "Dad?"
"Knucklehead?" Filbrick asked upon recognizing the youngest of his twin sons. "What're you doing here?"
"I had to make an emergency stop here in New York during my return flight to Palo Alto, Dad." Stan explained. "What about you?"
"I came to New York for a pawnbroker convention and I'm now waiting for my flight back to Glass Shard Beach, knucklehead." Filbrick explained with the stern face his sons grew accustomed to.
"How's Mom?" Stan asked.
"She's fine." Filbrick simply stated.
"What about my brothers?" Stan asked with some hesitation.
"Sherman is doing fine." Filbrick answered. "Steady job, a family. What else could one want besides becoming rich?"
"What about Stanford?" Stan asked.
"That nerd is officially the dumbest genius in the world." Filbrick grumbled. "His college gives him a hundred-thousand-dollar-grant for him to research anything he wants and he wastes it on his obsession with the supernatural. Things like this make me believe your mother and I made a mistake when we said his extra fingers made him special. Why couldn't he be smarter than you where it really mattered? Your brother and I never discussed it but I'm sure he's hating himself for rejecting the idea that made you a millionaire."
"Oh, right." Stan commented. "I remember Fiddleford telling me Ford thought the idea would be a waste of time. Are you impressed with me?"
"You're just a lucky idiot who'd sell anything you could convince people to buy were lucky enough to meet a talented inventor who for some reason needed your help to sell his invention." Filbrick grunted. "Of course, I'm still impressed no matter how much of your fortune was a stroke of luck."
"Flight 44 to New Jersey is departing from Gate 86." They heard someone announce.
"It's my flight, knucklehead." Filbrick stated and started walking away. "Happy Hanukah." He grunted.
"Happy Hanukah, Dad." Stan replied. "And wish Mom a Happy Hanukah for me."
"You don't tell me what to do, knucklehead." Filbrick replied and kept walking away while cursing his fate for making him cross paths with the wealthy son he rejected.
End chapter.