Montgomery Monogram checked his watch again. Already almost five, and he still was not here.
Heck, if his father was absent, he should be too. He was the one ready to sacrifice a holiday to fight evil. But Francis, Monty knew, had that problem every year: some Christmas-hating evil scientist would do something dumb, and while the rest of the Tri-State Area had a holiday, those allowing it to happen would be late for their families' holiday dinner.
Again.
Monty started his car. If his dad could not spend Christmas at home, he would spend it at work.