When Harlan, Webster, Kathy, Bobby, Bruce, and Ponch arrived at Grossie's uncle's vacation home in Ocean Island, the salty ocean breeze seemed to greet them.
"Ah, this is the life," Bobby said, smiling and looking into the great blue sky.
"Welcome, friends!" Grossie said, opening the door for them.
"It's just as beautiful as I remember," said Kathy.
After some settling in, Bobby found a volleyball on the corner of a room collecting dust.
"Who's up for some volleyball?" he yelled.
When he picked up the volleyball, a cobweb full of spiders' eggs was attached to it. Bobby screamed in true fear.
Grossie and Kathy rushed in.
"What's wrong?" Grossie asked worriedly.
"Cobwebs!"
Kathy shook her head and laughed. Grossie was embarrassed, for himself as a host and for Bobby acting like a scaredy-cat.
"What's wrong, big brother?" Bruce sneered as he entered the room. "Afraid of a little mouse?"
"See for yourself," Bobby pointed to the volleyball.
Bruce, picking it up, screamed even louder and more high pitched than Bobby. He gave such a terrified jump that he almost fell back on Bobby. Kathy and Grossie laughed so hard that Webster, Ponch, and Harlan had to come in to see what was happening.
"Cobwebs," Grossie, Kathy, and Bobby explained.
Bruce sat petrified for a few minutes.
"What happened to our fearless, daredevil Bruce?" Webster laughed.
After Grossie cleaned up the cobwebs, the friends went on the beach to play volleyball.
As they walked back to Grossie's place, Bruce spotted a bright, flashy poster hanging on a telephone pole.
"'Ocean Island Speedway'!" he read excitedly. "I've got to sign up!"
"What? It's supposed to be a vacation," Ponch said.
"Nothing beats a good race."
"And nothing, not even a gorgeous vacation, can stop Bruce from racing," Bobby said.
Ponch served spaghetti for dinner. Everyone was very pleased with the dish.
The Ocean Island sunset was a delicate, light orange. Kathy and Bobby stood on the porch to watch it.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Kathy asked Bobby.
"I've never seen anything like it," Bobby replied.
Bruce saw Kathy and Bobby from the window.
"What are you two lovebirds doing?" he sneered, startling the "lovebirds."
"Even after all these years, you still have a habit of showing up when you're not wanted," Bobby said, with genuine annoyance in his voice.
Kathy was blushing. She and Bobby "lovebirds"? She hadn't ever really considered it before. She looked at Bobby and his eyes were bluer than ever, his dyed blond hair glistened in the twilight.
"What a beautiful sunset," Grossie said as he entered, providing relief to this rather embarrassing confrontation.
They all watched the sunset together.
Meanwhile, Ponch was sitting on the bed of the guest bedroom. He was dialing a number all the way to Wyoming.
"Hey, Jon!" he said.
"Hi, Ponch," a familiar voice replied.
Ponch told Jon what he was up to. They had been calling each other at least once a week since Jon left for Wyoming.
"Ponch, I've got something to tell you," Jon said, his tone becoming more serious. "In fact, I just called you at your apartment, but there was no answer. Thankfully you called me," he chuckled softly.
"What is it?" Ponch asked eagerly.
"I'm coming back to California."
"What!?" Ponch gasped so loudly that Webster could hear him from the other room.
Jon laughed, "I'm coming back to California, and I'm coming back to the CHP."
Ponch was too happy for words. It was going to be just like old times. He sat there, smiling silently for about a minute, until Jon finally asked, "Are you there?"
"Yeah," Ponch answered. "I'm just so glad you're coming back."
"I'm going to meet those Nelson brothers you always tell me about," Jon continued, "and Kathy, and Webster. And it's going to be just like old times on the freeway, only this time, I'll sort of be the rookie. It's going to be hard getting back on the freeway after a few years on this ranch."
"I wouldn't worry about it, Jon. Once a CHiP, always a CHiP, right?"
"Right."