"Okay…my hands are clean." Shawn sighed, coming back into the kitchen. "Now can I listen to Uncle Jack's story?"

He looked up at his grandfather, his eyes sparkling.

"You missed it, Grandpa! Uncle Jack was in a cave in Bolivia and people were shooting at him! He was trapped!"

"Sounds like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid…" Grandpa murmured.

"Okay." Jack rolled his eyes. "Butch and Sundance don't own the copyright to every Bolivian cave story. This was totally different! For starters, I got out alive…barely." He added ominously.

"What'd you do?" Shawn gasped, falling into a kitchen chair.

Jack leaned forward, absolutely reveling in the six eyes that were watching his every move.

He glanced up at Henry, who had moved back to the stove and was absently poking at something simmering in a pot while he glared at his little brother.

For just the briefest of moments, Jack seemed to hesitate.

"Actually, Kid." He cleared his throat finally, leaning back thoughtfully and draping his arm over the back of his chair. "It's not that interesting a story."

"Really?" Shawn blinked, sounding disappointed.

"No…" Jack grinned, winking at his nephew. "I'm lying. It's an awesome story. But wouldn't you rather hear about your dad's treasure hunting adventures?"

Suddenly, all eyes in the room were turned on Henry, who had dropped the wooden spoon he was holding.

"Jack." He growled warningly, but he already knew it wasn't going to do him any good.

Not this time.

Jack was beaming, and even Grandpa had started to chuckle.

"I forgot about that." He laughed, slapping his knee. "Henry's treasure hunting days!"

"You were a treasure hunter, Dad?" Shawn gasped, his eyes glowing with pride at his father.

"No!" Henry snapped, his ears burning.

"Now wait a minute…" Madeline laughed, closing the oven door as she finished basting the bird. "I thought Jack was the treasure hunter in the family."

"He is!"

"This was before I was even born." Jack explained. "In fact, Henry's treasure hunting shovel was my first treasure hunting shovel. I used it until I lost it on a dig in Mexico…well, I didn't lose it as much as I had to leave it behind when one of my partners somehow got the mistaken impression we were splitting the loot 50/50…"

"Jack." Grandpa grunted. "We're talking about Henry."

"Oh. Right." Jack grinned at his big brother. "Henry's treasure hunting days."

"It wasn't days." Henry snapped, finally giving up and taking a seat at the table next to his son. "It was one day. And it wasn't my shovel. It was Dad's. I just borrowed it. And I brought it back when I was done." He added pointedly.

"Yeah, Henry." Jack rolled his eyes. "We know. You always return everything you borrow in a timely manner."

"What were you hunting for?" Shawn asked. "Pirate gold?"

"Yeah, Henry." Madeline chimed in, laughing as she leaned against the counter. "Were you hunting for pirate gold? And here I thought you were never a ten year old boy."

"I was nine." Henry informed her. "And I wasn't hunting for pirate gold."

"What were you hunting for?" Shawn demanded, bouncing up and down in his seat, barely able to contain his excitement.

"I was reading about a bank robbery in the newspaper…"

"I thought you were nine." Madeline interrupted him.

"I was."

Grandpa rolled his eyes and nodded in confirmation.

"I tried to get him to read something else…joke books or something normal…but all he wanted to read was newspapers…I don't think he even read the funnies."

"Anyway." Henry pressed on, sighing heavily. "Some punk held up a bank and got away with a lot of money. They were offering a 5,000 reward for any information that led to discovering the money or the identity of the thief."

"And you figured it out, Dad?" Shawn asked. "You solved the case?"
"I thought I did…" Henry sighed. "I thought they buried it on the beach. Where else would you hide loot from a heist? I thought I could claim the reward money…so I borrowed Dad's shovel and spent the day digging in the sand. I never found anything."

"It was as close as he ever came to building a sandcastle." Grandpa added.

"And if he found the loot, he was actually going to turn it into the proper authorities!" Jack laughed, punching Henry in the arm.

"I was going to claim the reward." Henry countered. "That's why I was looking for it."

"Did they ever find it, Dad?" Shawn asked.

"Nope." Henry shook his head. "They never did."

"Then it's still out there somewhere?" Shawn gasped, his eyes growing faraway.

Henry groaned, already seeing the plan starting to form in his son's mind.

"Shawn…it's long gone by now. It was probably never buried to begin with. I was just a kid…I thought I could make some easy money. I made a mistake. The important thing is, I learned from it. And I never made it again."

"You certainly didn't." Madeline agreed with a small, sympathetic smile. "And you've never let yourself live it down."

"So, that's where I get it from." Jack concluded, clapping his brother on the back. "I get it all from my big brother."

"I didn't become a treasure hunter, Jackie." Henry shot back. "I became a cop. Why couldn't you get that from me?"