Part 3

"You'll get life for this!" Stan yelled at Aamir. "You can't kidnap little girls, especially the President's daughter!" Aaimir chucked.

"We'll see." Aamir said. Steve then realized something. He looked at his dad.

"Hey, dad?" He asked. "I think I read in my social studies book that Congress has to agree to war, not just the President."

"Curses!" Aamir cursed. Stan looked at him.

"I guess you didn't acknowledge that." Stan told him. "You just went and kidnapped the First Daughter without doing any homework. Unfortunately for you, my son did."

"It doesn't matter." Aamir said. "I'll threaten Congress as well. Once they see I mean business when I blow up the Empire State Building; they'll want to go to war!" The family gasped.

"You're going to blow up the Empire State Building?" Francine wanted to know. Aamir looked at her.

"Why yes." He told her. "Only if the President doesn't' agree to war. I may also blow up the White House." The family gasped again.

"Aamir!" Stan scolded. "You monster!" Aamir whipped his head at him.

"I'm not Aamir!" He snapped. He took off his turban. "I am Owen McCaverns."

"Owen McCaverns?" Stan asked. Owen nodded.

"Yes. I own several weapon manufacturing plants which is where I got my nickname: Owen 'war man' McCaverns."

"So that's the real reason you wanted war. You're not a follower to Osama Bin Laden. You just want war declared so you could make money. So you can sell weapons to the US."

"Bingo again! When the war started in 2003, sales shot through the roof, but since 2011, revenue has declined dramatically. I need a war to go on, no war equals no money."

"But you can still make money." Steve told him. "We still have troops fighting in Iraq." Owen looked at the boy.

"That's not enough!" He said. "I need more money like I did when the war began!" He then turned around.

"Now if you'll excuse us, we're going to bed. It is late and we have one last day of setting everything up before the Fourth." Stan looked at his watch. He was right; it was after midnight.

"Before you go," Roger spoke up. Owen looked at him. Roger looked at his two henchmen. "Those guys are in disguises too, aren't they?" Owen smiled crookedly and chuckled. He bent down and rubbed Roger's head.

"You got that right, scamp!" Roger narrowed his eyes.

"Hey!" He snapped. "You don't rub my head like that without my permission!" The man chuckled again and rubbed Roger's head again.

"You're cute kid, you know that?"

"Don't make me bite you!" Owen looked at the henchmen.

"Neil! John! Take off your turbans; there's no need to hide our identities any longer." The men obeyed and took off their turbans. The short man had slick, black hair like Owen while the tall man was blonde. "Lock them up!" Owen began to leave the room. The short man took Roger, Hayley, Jeff, and Steve. The blonde took Francine and went to grab Stan.

"Oh no you don't!" The CIA agent tackled Owen to the ground. Everyone gasped. Owen tried to get up, but Stan wouldn't let him.

"LET ME GO!" Owen commanded. "GET OFF OF ME!"

"No!" Stan responded. "I can't let you do this!" He looked at his wife. "Francine! Call the police!" Francine stomped on the man's foot. The man yelled in pain. The man looked at her as she punched him in the groin. He fell down in pain.

Francine then looked around for a phone. Aha! There was an office nearby. She ran for it.

"SOMEBODY!" Owen screamed. "GET HER!" The man chased after her.

Francine kicked, punched and bunted every man that got into her way.

"GO MOM!" Hayley and Jeff cheered.

"GO MRS. S!" Jeff added. Everybody was shocked, even Stan. He looked at Owen.

"Wow!" He said to him. "I never saw Francine fight like that." Owen punched Stan in the jaw. Stan stood up and stumbled back. He felt his cheek and when he looked at his hand he gasped, there was blood on it! Owen stood up and chuckled. Stan punched him in the jaw too.

Owen looked at Stan again. His teeth were all cracked. He punched Stan again; Stan punched back. The two men began to fight each other.

"Stan gets all the fun?" Roger asked himself. "I think not!" And with that, he escaped from his captor's grasp and punched him. Hayley look at her brother.

"Come on Steve!" She told him. "Let show these dimwits what kids of a CIA agent can do!"

"Hey!" Hayley's captors snapped. "Who are you calling a dimwit?" Hayley escaped from his captor and kicked him.

"YOU!" Steve beamed.

"All right!" He cheered. He escaped and kicked his captor in the groin. "Dad will be so proud of this!" He fought with his captor. Jeff joined in.

"You go, babe!" Jeff cheered watching his wife fight as well as getting on with his own fight.

The whole room seemed to have turned into a battlefield. Sasha ran to a safe corner and covered her eyes; not wanting to see such violence and all that bloodshed.

When Francine was in the office, she headed towards the phone. She was about to grab it when she saw another hand on her's. She looked up and saw another man.

"You're not supposed to be in here." The man told her. Francine smirked. She grabbed the man and yanked him down to the floor.

"What am I not supposed to do."

"N-Nothing." The man stuttered, now terrified.

"I thought not." She pushed him to the floor and called the police.

After the call, the man got up and tried to attack her. She wrapped him up in the telephone cords, even his mouth. She left, but not before looking back.

"Don't you mess with an American housewife."

"Did you call the police?" Stan asked his wife when she came back into the room. Every bad guy was defeated, blood was everywhere in the room.

"Yes." Francine said. "They should be here momentarily. When Owen tried to get up from the floor, Stan kicked him back down. He smiled at his wife. "Good."

They then looked at Sasha, who was asleep.

"Awwww!" Stan awed. "Even the kid of the President of the United States looks cute while asleep."

"Well," Francine yawned. "Sasha has the right idea. Until the police shows up, let's do what she's doing and go to sleep." Stan looked at his watch.

"You do that honey. It's a quarter to two in the morning. I'll stay up and make sure Owen and his buddies don't do anything illegal…. Or, you know, escape."

So, that is what they did. Stan kept watch as Francine and the rest of the family joined Sasha in sleep.

The police came 10 minutes later. When they did, Stan awoke Sasha and his family. While he was doing that, the police all put handcuffs on Owen and his accomplices.

"When am I going to see my family again?" Sasha asked the police chief. The police chief looked at her.

"Soon." He answered. "A helicopter is coming to pick you up as we speak." Sasha jumped up and squealed.

"Ooh; I can't wait!" She looked at the Smiths. "Thank you for saving me." The family, except Roger, all smiled.

"Don't sweat it kid." Stan told her. "It was an honor saving you, the President's daughter." Sasha smiled. The police chief approached the Smiths.

"The Obamas would like for all of you to come." He informed them. "As thanks for saving their daughter. Are you interested?"

"It would be a pleasure sir." Stan replied.

"Great! Do you need to go home first?"

"No!" The family quickly said at the same time.

"But what about the fish?" Jeff asked "I bet he'll love to come." Roger just looked at him and shook his head in disappointment.

"Don't spoil the moment, Jeff." He told him.

"We'd like to thank you for coming." Barack Obama said as soon as the Smiths landed. He, his wife, his two daughters and Barack's mother-in -law were all outside the helicopter on the White House lawn.

"Wow sir!" Stan said. "Last time I saw you, it was one of my extended fantasies. Is this a dream?" Barack chuckled.

"No, you're really here." Michelle patted Sasha's head.

"We'd like to thank you again for saving our daughter and putting those people behind bars."

"Yeah!" Malia piped up. "And before my fourteenth birthday too." Steve beamed at her.

"That's right!" He said. "Your birthday's tomorrow and you're going to be my age! Wow, our last President had a birthday on the Fourth and so do you. Wow! What next? The next President's First Dog or other pet?"

Just then, a Portuguese Water Dog, came rushing by. Michelle laughed.

"And speaking of First Dog," She said. "Here comes our's."

"Arf, arf!" The dog barked excitedly, wagging his tail.

"BO!" Sasha cried. She ran up to the dog as he playfully knocked her down, licking her all over. "Did you miss me, boy? Because I sure missed you!" She laughed and laughed as he licked her. The Obamas smiled as they saw the sight of dog and girl.

"If you want a friend in Washington," Barack observed. "get a dog."

"Harry S. Truman." Stan said.

"Right, and this scene that is unfolding right now, is a great example to that."

"No kidding." Steve agreed.

"Dogs aren't just men's best friend," Francine began. "They can also be a girls, next to diamonds." Barack looked at Stan.

"So Stan," He started. "How can we ever repay you?" The family looked at them.

"I'll be honored if my family came to celebrate the Fourth of July tomorrow with you guys." The Obamas smiled.

"We can arrange that." Barack spoke.

"Arf, arf!" Bo barked.

"Bo says that's a great idea!" Sasha put in. And with that, everybody laughed, even Roger.

So the family spent the rest of the day and all of the next day with the Obamas and Barack's mother in-law. And on the night of the forth, they all watched the fireworks together. They were all happy, but no one was happier than Stan Smith.