If you're still accepting requests for His World chapters; How about one on Milo and his Honorary Time Traveler uncles (and aunt)? :3 Double cuteness for if Doof and Perry are on the best uncle candidate list too X)

Request from the-adorable-vinnie-dakota on Tumblr.

Always happy to take His World requests!


1. When's It Gonna Be?

Milo had been asking a lot of strange questions lately. What's your favorite food, your ideal vacation spot, music preference, and the list went on. Maybe it was just an icebreaker thing.

"Dakota, what's your favorite dance?" Milo asked.

"Well, I always really liked the tango," Dakota said. "Cause it takes two, amirite? Dancing's always more fun when you've got a partner."

"Yeah, it is!" Milo exclaimed. "My last tangoing attempt resulted in me tripping over a crate full of mangoes. I'm not really sure what they were doing in a dance school of all places. Must've been a mix-up with the supermarket."

Dakota chuckled. "Hey, tango on mangoes. That's a good one!"

Milo grinned. "Funny how of all the tropical fruit they could've accidentally left behind, it's the one that rhymes with tango. Anyway, it's your turn, Cavendish! After this, I'll have all I need!"

"It's the waltz," Cavendish said. "This stays in the room, both of you. So why all the questions?"

Milo giggled. "Wait until Melissa hears that I was actually subtle at something for once! Told her I could do it!"

Cavendish and Dakota glanced at each other. "Do what exactly?"

"Plan your wedding," Milo replied. He grinned and flipped open a notebook, revealing that the pages were completely filled with diagrams of tuxedos, cakes, and wedding decor.

"Sweet!" Dakota grinned. "He's a good artist. What do you think, Cavendish? Cavendish?"

Cavendish's face was completely red, his mouth open in shock. "I...Dakota...what..." Milo continued to giggle at Cavendish's sudden inability to string two words together.

It took several minutes, but Cavendish's mouth finally caught up to his brain.

"I can't marry him, he's my partner! Stop laughing!"

2. Meet the Family

"Attention parents and older sister!" Milo announced. "Allow me to present our dinner guest for the evening, Orton Mahlson!" He opened the front door and prepared to play a fanfare on his trumpet, but one of the valves popped off and rolled under the couch. "Just...hear the fanfare in your head. Whoops."

Sara immediately rushed to the pantry for a paper bag to hyperventilate in.

"Hi," Orton said, raising a hand awkwardly. "Lovely folks you have, Milo."

"Thanks!" Milo grinned. "That's my mom, my dad, you've met Diogee, and the one fangirling in the kitchen is my older sister, Sara. She'll calm down eventually."

"NEVER!" Sara screamed.

"Well, let's not stand here. I made roast beef," Brigitte said. "We'd better eat it before the coyotes get to it first."

"Ah, I love it when you say something's gonna get to our dinner first," Martin chuckled.

Orton glanced at Milo. "Do you actually have coyotes in your kitchen?"

Milo shrugged. "Not at the moment. But it's bound to happen at some point."

3. Honorary Family

The certificate was hung up on the wall in their briefing room, the glass behind it everything-proof. Cavendish had taken to polishing it every few days so the dust never settled for long.

This certificate is hereby presented to Balthazar Cavendish, Vinnie Dakota, and Orton Mahlson in recognition of their efforts to save the world. Congratulations to being declared honorary Murphys! Glad to have you aboard!

Milo Murphy

Sara Murphy

Martin Murphy

Brigitte Murphy

Diogee Ex Machina Murphy