Kinda slow out there. I hope people start writing soon. Thank you for those who are trying to keep Gen Rex alive. I'm working out my new story. I hope to have it out soon.

Hey nighthawk: I saw your comment and am working on it.

Rex vs. Spring Break

"Woo-hoo, Spring break! We're back in Cabo Luna, baby!" Rex yelled as he ran onto the beach, kicking off his shoes and socks. He threw off his jacket, undid his belt, dropped his pants, and pulled off his t-shirt, leaving a trail of clothes. Diving into the water with his shorts, he splashed around. Circe, Noah, and Claire came right up to the water watching the ecstatic Rex.

"Come on in! The water's great!" Rex motioned for them to come in.

Circe replied. "I'll come in, once I get into my swim suit."

"Same here." Claire declared.

"Rex, your clothes are getting all sandy." Noah observed.

"It's supposed to get sandy! We're at the beach." Rex began swimming further out.

The trio shook their heads as they walked away.

"Hey, where are you going?" Rex noticed that they were leaving.

"We are going to be civilized and check into the hotel first. Then change, then come out to the beach." Circe told him.

"Not me. I'm going to check out the restaurant. I'm starving." Noah said rubbing his stomach.

"Hey, yeah!" Rex started coming out. "Food!"

"It would be the only thing that would get you out." Circe rolled her eyes. Rex ran, dripping, picking up his discarded clothing.

"Where're my shoes?" He asked looking around.

"I think they're over there." Claire pointed to the far side of the beach.

"Oh, thanks." Rex ran over to get them. Rex saw one and grabbed it. He looked around the ground for a second and saw something black sticking up out of the sand.

"Oh there it is." He grabbed and pulled but it was not a shoe; it was a handle. Or to be more specific, it was a handle attached to a briefcase.

"¡Ahí está, oficiales de policía! ¡El ladrón tiene mi maletín!" A man yelled. Next thing Rex knew, he was tackled by several men.

"What gives?" Rex asked from the ground.

"You, Señor, have taken this man's briefcase." The big one with the mustache said as he yanked him up.

"What are you talking about? I was looking for my other shoe and pulled this from the ground." Rex protested.

"A likely story." The smaller, skinnier one scoffed.

"We don't welcome thieves to our country, Señor." The other one added.

"Aren't one of you suppose to be the good cop?" Rex asked.

"There are no good cops here." The skinny one blurted out before he realized what he had said. "I mean… thieves will have no mercy here."

"Oh, great." Rex muttered.

"Excuse me? What's going on?" Circe had returned to the beach wearing a red and black swim suit. She looked at the two men who were holding her boyfriend.

"They say I stole some briefcase." Rex explained.

"Yes, mine!" A bald-headed man with a comb over clutched at the briefcase that Rex had found.

"Dude, I didn't steal it. I was looking for my shoe." Rex said exasperated.

"It's true officer. He was looking for his shoe when we left him." Circe agreed.

"And who are you?" The big one narrowed his eyes at her.

"We're his friends." Claire now approached with Noah.

"Then you are all suspects." The skinny one declared.

"Um, I don't know him." Noah said nervously.

"Really, Noah?" Rex gave him the stink eye.

"Hey, if I get arrested in a foreign country, my parents are gonna kill me!" Noah exclaimed.

"No one's getting arrested." Claire said calmly. She turned to the officers. "Señors, you seem like intelligent gentlemen."

"We do?" The skinny one was surprised.

"Yes, and I'm sure you would not arrest someone without proof." Claire said logically.

"He was holding a briefcase." The big one argued.

"But did you see him take it?" She asked.

"No." The skinny one said uncertainly.

Claire turned to the bald man. "Did you see him take your briefcase?"

"No." The man admitted.

"Well, then, this is circumstantial evidence. For all you know, he could have found it and was about to return it." Claire said finishing.

"I did just find it!" Rex yelled.

"I guess there's no evidence. But we'll be keeping an eye on you." The big one released Rex.

"Yeah, sure whatever. I'm sure you'd love to see me work on my tan… which is what I'm here to do." Rex retorted. He picked up his fallen clothes and tried to walk away with dignity until he tripped over the other shoe that he was looking for.

"Hey, Rex. I found your shoe." Noah pointed it out.

"Thanks." Rex said flatly with his face in the sand.

0o0

"We can't take you anywhere." Noah shook his head. They were sitting at a table under a canopy. Having eaten lunch, they were enjoying some tropical drinks.

"It wasn't my fault." Rex said for the umpteenth time.

"It's always your fault." Circe corrected.

"No, it's not… this time." Rex argued.

"Well, it's over now, so let's enjoy our Spring break." Claire interrupted as she sipped her pina colada.

"I agree." Noah nodded putting down his strawberry daiquiri.

"We should hit the beach before it gets too late." Circe noted.

"I'm going to use the bathroom." Rex said getting up.

"Oh, since you're getting up, can you get some more chips." Noah asked.

"But we're leaving soon." Claire protested.

"We can always use a few more chips." Noah said.

Rex didn't hear the rest of the conversation as he headed to the bathroom. Coming back, he passed by the bar to get some chips for Noah. Suddenly, he was hit by a spray of liquid.

"Hey! What gives?" Rex held his hand up to keep it from his face.

"Lo siento, Señor." The man behind the bar said. "The handle broke."

Rex was soaked with beer. He stood dripping in the middle of the room. A scream made him forget about the mishap. His hero instincts kicked in and he immediately ran towards the scream. When he arrived, a lady was screaming and pointing. Rex looked to where her finger was. His eyes widened when he saw a car teetering on an edge of a cliff. Rex formed his Boogie Pack. He flew towards the car. Just as he reached it, the car slid off. Rex sped up and his hands morphed into Smack Hands. He flew underneath the car and caught it before it could fall more. Struggling he managed to pushed it back onto the road. He went over to the passenger door and pulled it open. The man fell out unconscious. Rex carefully laid him on the ground. It was clear that the man was inebriated. The next thing he knew he was face down on the ground.

"You, Señor, can not seem to stay away from trouble." It was the big officer from earlier.

"What is it this time?" Rex groaned.

"Driving drunk!" His partner supplied. "You reek of alcohol."

"What? Are you crazy? I'm underage!" Rex declared.

"Ah! Also you are admitting to another crime." The officer started cuffing him.

"No! I'm not admitting…. Look, this is just a big misunderstanding." Rex struggled to get back up. He was pushed back down.

"Do not resist arrest." Rex felt pressure against his back.

He was tempted to create a build and knock them off. But he refrained from himself. "Estaba ayudando al hombre en el auto." Rex said in Spanish.

Both officers looked at him in surprise. "¿Tu hablas español?" The big one asked.

"¡Sí!" Rex exclaimed. "Yo soy Mexicano."

The skinny one went into a rapid fire speech.

"Woah, woah, woah… I wasn't born in Mexico. My Spanish is a rusty." Rex stopped him.

"Oh, a pocho." The skinny man said derisively.

"Uh, yeah… whatever." Rex said confused. "I wasn't drinking. Someone spilled beer on me. Look, I'll take a breathalyzer."

"We don't have one." The big one said. "But there are ways we can tell."

Next thing Rex knew, he was trying to walk a straight line while touching his nose alternately with each of his index fingers and singing the alphabet song. When he was done, he looked at the officer. "How was that?"

The officers shrugged. "I guess that was okay." The big one said.

"He was off-key." The skinny one said.

"Yes, he was." The big one agreed.

"But am I sober?" Rex nearly shouted.

"I suppose you are not impaired." The big officer reluctantly agreed.

"So can I go?" Rex asked tiredly.

"Yes, yes. You may go." The skinny officer said. He stooped over the man who was on the floor. "We should question this one when he wakes up." He wrinkled his nose. "He definitely smells like he was drinking."

Rex sighed in relief and quickly left before they changed their mind. He found his friends on the beach.

"Where did you go?" Noah asked when he showed up and plop down in the beach chair next to Noah. Claire and Circe were bumping the volley ball to each other. They came over as soon as they saw him.

"Ugh, you'll never believe what happened to me." Rex told them the story.

"Wow. You don't have any luck." Claire shook her head.

"Yeah, it's as if…" Noah started saying but stopped. Noah and Rex looked at each other open-mouthed as the same thought crossed their mind.

Rex turned to Claire. "Um, Claire… By chance where is Annie this Spring Break?"

"Oh, she's coming down to meet us." Claire said matter-of-factly.

"When is she coming?" Rex gulped.

"I think she's already here." Circe tapped Rex on the shoulder and pointed.

Rex followed her finger. There in the distance the blond widow waved at them.

"Hey guys! It's about time you showed up. I've been here since yesterday." She continued talking as she walked toward them.

"This explains everything." Rex said in a soft whisper. "The horror."

Circe nudged him. Luckily, Annie was too busy hugging Claire to notice.

"Where's Federico?" Claire asked her.

"Oh, he had practice today so I came first." Annie said oblivious to Rex edging away from her. "I had breakfast at the hotel restaurant. Seriously, the pancakes were to die for but their equipment must be old. Everything kept breaking. Then I was on the beach all morning. Some guy lost his briefcase. Why would anyone bring a briefcase to a beach?" She babbled.

"Did you know she was coming?" Rex hissed at Noah.

Noah shrugged helplessly and shook his head.

"Oh hey, Rex! It's good to see you again!" Annie headed toward him.

"Stay back!" Rex yelped. Annie stopped in confusion. When he realized that he was being rude, he thought quickly. "Uh, I mean… I haven't cleaned up yet." He began backing away. "I… I should go back to the hotel and shower. Yeah… that's it shower." He turned to leave. Trying to get away from Annie, he stepped on a beach blanket in his way. He disappeared into the ground.

"Rex!" Circe cried alarmed. She peered down the hole that was hidden under the blanket.

"Oh, that's where my blanket went." Annie said. "But I don't remember a hole." Everyone crowded around to check on Rex.

"Sure, why not?" Rex groaned from the hole. "I think I'll stay down here for the rest of the break, safer."

A loud rushing sound caught everyone's attention. They quickly jumped out of the way as a large wave washed across the beach and into the hole with Rex. The tide was coming in.

Rex with Punk Busters burst from the ground. "On second thought, maybe I'll just stay in the hotel room…"

Rex: 0 Spring Break: 1 Annie:∞

¡Ahí está oficiales de policía! ¡El ladrón tiene mi maletín! =There he is police officer! The thief has my briefcase!

Estaba ayudando al hombre en el auto.= I was helping the man in the car.

¿Tu hablas español?= You speak Spanish?

¡Sí!=Yes!

Yo soy Mexicano.=I am Mexican.

Pocho= Americanized Mexican.

I know that in my Family Christmas story, I said they were going back to visit Abuela. They may still do that. Spring Break is nice and long.