"You two be good now," Jun said, as she pushed Heihachi and Lars towards the door.
"What exactly do you want us to do?" Heihachi croaked.
"I want you two to be the best of friends when you come back," she answered. "Or else!"
Lee opened the door for them as Jun shoved them out into the cool, morning air.
"Good luck!" Lee grinned, giving them a thumb up before closing the door.
Heihachi shivered, his bald head turning red. "This is ridiculous. Pushing an old man into the cold like this. What are we supposed to do now?"
Lars flashed his father a sneaky grin before pulling out what seemed to be Lee's car keys from his pocket. "I nabbed them from his pocket when he wasn't looking."
"Excellent!" Heihachi eyes flashed as he grabbed the keys from Lars. He let out a ferocious, earth shaking laugh. Lars did the same, but quickly stopped when his father gave him an annoyed look. "Now we can get the hell out of here, and go back home!" Heihachi added. The two of them bolted towards Lee's car. Heihachi almost tore the car door off, whereas Lars executed an incredible forward flip, roll, 360 spin, and landed in the car seat. The older Mishima started up the engine, and backed out of the drive.
Suddenly, Lee and Jun burst out of the villa doors, a horrified expression on their faces. Heihachi opened his window, that same grin on his face.
"Enjoy your holiday!"
"Stop!" Lee shouted, flinging a rose through the window. Heihachi dodged, the rose connecting with Lars' face instead. The Swede howled in pain as the car went speeding away from the villa.
Lars yanked the thorny rose from his cheek and flung it back out of the window. He then glanced at his old man, his eyes widening at the insane look in his eyes.
"Uh," Lars started, but had no chance to finish, as their car suddenly crashed through a fence. Lars removed his arms that had been shielding his head, and found himself staring at a giant, green field full of sheep.
"Maybe I could take one of these sheep home, and teach it martial arts," Heihachi roared with laughter, their car ramming into the poor sheep, sending them flying.
Lars hated to admit it, but he was enjoying the ride. The sounds of the sheep thudding against the car was relaxing to him.
"Dammit!" Heihachi suddenly growled. The car slowly came to a stop. "We're out."
Lars sighed, the back of his head flopping against the seat. He watched curiously as the sheep suddenly began to circle around the car. Lars stared into their enraged eyes. He tapped Heihachi on the shoulder, who had been busy looking at the meter.
"Hmph, so they want a fight?" He grunted, while throwing open the car door.
Lars quickly followed him.
"So you think you take me on!?" He shouted over the wind that was blasting through the hills.
"They look serious," Lars muttered, his hair having been destroyed by the wind.
The front most sheep threw its head into the air, releasing a thunderous bah. Lars and Heihachi took a step back as the sheep all charged forward at once.
"Bring it!" Heihachi shouted, throwing his fist into one of the advancing sheep's face.
Lars delivered an acrobatic kick to a bunch of them, sending them soaring.
The field was filed with the sounds of howling pain, as fists and wool flew through the air.
This epic battle continued for an hour. They were bloodied and bruised, but the father and son came out victorious.
"… You put all your energy into a single point," Heihachi explained, the sheep listening intently, "and then release it from your fist!"
The sheep glanced at each other with their black eyes, nodding their heads.
Lars watched Heihachi giving the sheep some pointers. He wondered why exactly his father was better with animals than he was with his own flesh and blood.
The two of them waved goodbye to the sheep, and started on their way back to the villa, leaving the car standing in the field.
"Why don't we just catch the bus?" Lars enquired. "We can still go home."
"I can't resist seeing the look on Lee's face when I tell him his cars stuck in a field full of killer sheep," he laughed.
"Race you back?" Lars said.
"You think just because I'm an old man, you'll beat me?" Heihachi scoffed.
Laughter ringing through the air, the father and son ran back through a field full of pretty flowers, their faces etched with smiles.
Heihachi suddenly came to a halt. Lars also stopped, glancing back at him with confusion.
"Ugh, maybe we should wait until we're out of this field to start the race," he said with disgust. "It's giving me the creeps."
Lars heaved the unconscious Heihachi onto the porch. The old man had collapsed from exhaustion. The Swede kicked open the door, startling a distressed looking Lee and Jun.
"You're back!" Jun gasped.
Lee pushed past them and into the driveway. He stormed back towards them, the thorny rose in his bloody hand completely crushed.
"Where's my car!?" He squealed, looking from Lars to Heihachi.
"Wait a sec," Lars started, kneeling down next to his old man. He shook him awake. "Tell him."
Heihachi's bloodshot eyes looked up at Lee. "It's stuck in a field full of murderous sheep."
Lee's face suddenly became pale, and then he fainted.
Heihachi croaked a laugh before dropping off back to sleep. Lars also released a laugh before dragging his father back to his futon.