Hey guys! What's up? Hope you enjoyed monday's episode because I definitely did. Though I am not gonna lie, I was pretty pissed at Walter. I mean I'm still pissed at Walter. Who know when I'll get over this? Let me know what you think, and thank you for reading,

-Aislin

"Toby," She grabbed his arm and shook it to get his attention.

"Mm," He responded tiredly.

"Doc, get up," She ordered.

"Happy, I love you, but it's nine pm. I am tired. I know you are tired let's just sleep," He groaned.

"If we don't stay up, then it's true. We are old," She declared. "And I know we aren't old and you know we aren't old, so we are going to stay awake, and go do something."

"Another night?" He begged.

"No," She asserted. "Tonight's the night. Let's go. Come on. Up, Up Up."

"I know I'm married to you, and so I'm stuck with you for the rest of my life, but this is one of those moments where I'm starting to wish I married someone I wasn't scared of."

Earlier that day Ralph had pointed it out to Happy. He had said that they weren't as fun as they used to be. This was probably out of spite from when she told him they wouldn't take him out late when they were in charge of babysitting.

"The old Happy and Toby would have said yes, and helped me," He had complained.

"No, we wouldn't have," She argued. "Geniuses don't do well at parties Ralph. We don't like them."

"You have had plenty of late nights out," He retorted.

"None that I enjoyed," She dismissed.

"It's true," Toby chimed in. "Happy, is a professional party pooper."

She rolled her eyes, "That's not true, but you still can't go out."

"That is also true. You can't go out on our watch," Toby added.

"I still don't see why not," Ralph whined. "When did you two become so old anyway?"

"Drive faster," She ordered.

"I am not taking the reckless driver's advice, thanks," He declined.

"I wasn't advising," She laughed. "Now drive faster."

"No thank you?" He tried. He didn't have to look at her to know she was going to try to hit him. He intercepted her hand before she could, "Ah, ah, ah. I know you better than you know myself. You can't beat me."

"Pull over," She demanded. "I swear to God, Toby, if you don't pull over right now, I will find a way to crash the damn car." He knew she was telling the truth. He pulled the car over quickly.

"What's up with you?" He asked hesitantly.

"I just want one more night to be young," She sighed.

"Happy, you are young. You're five years younger than me. Looking at me, you're practically a child. Wait no, that's weird. Nevermind. Look-," He started to argue.

"I'm old," She interrupted. "I just need one more night. Can you give me one more night?" The way she looked up at him chose his answer for him. He couldn't say no to her, especially not when she was being as open as this.

"Ok, but I'm driving only slightly above the speed limit."

"We are at an amusement park," She observed,

"Nowhere better to make you feel young," He pointed out. "If you don't like it here we can go somewhere else." He placed an arm over her shoulders.

"No, here is good," She accepted. "When does it close?"

"2 am because it's a Friday," He informed her.

"We are staying until 2 am," She decided.

"Whatever you want," He agreed. Though he wasn't crazy about the idea of staying up for the next four hours, he would do anything to make her happy. "Let's go and play some of the games and waste all our money," He pulled her into the park quickly.

"Well, I don't know if wasting all our money is a good," She paused to think for a minute. "No, No, that's something a grown up would say. Let's waste all our money on crap we will never ever use again."

Four hours later, they eaten at least 6 hours of sugar between them and won every prize there was to win. Happy was carrying three giant stuffed animals, and Toby had six.

"There's no way we can drive these home," She whined. She kept stumbling into things because of stuffed animals blocking her view.

"We will find a way," He guaranteed. When they arrived at the car, he dropped all of his stuffed animals, and took hers out of her hands. He then proceeded to squash all of them into the back seat. She laughed at his struggle. "Laugh all you want, but this is going to work."

"I doubt that," She informed him.

When he finally got the back of the car shut, he turned around smugly and crossed his arms across his chest. "Say you're sorry," He pouted it.

"No," She placed her hands on her hips, and put on her I'm Happy Quinn(-Curtis) and you won't get me to do anything I don't want to face.

"Come on, Happy, say you're sorry," He repeated taking a couple steps before them.

"Ok," She grinned. "I'll say I'm sorry." And then she started to sprint away from the car. "But only if you can catch me."

"Oh please, I could catch you in my sleep," He started to run after her.

"As you said earlier," She glanced behind her briefly,"You're getting old. You will never catch me."

"I am surprisingly in shape," He whined as he gasped for breath. Running wasn't actually his thing. He never ran completely willingly. Honestly, if you ever saw Toby running on the street, you should probably start running too because something is coming.

"You are not," She laughed.

"I'm catching up," He announced.

"No you're not," She turned her head again. She tripped over a rock and fell to the ground. She gasped in pain, "Crap."

"Oh my God, are you ok?" He started to run slightly faster.

"Yeah, yeah," She sighed. "I'm good. It's just a scrape. This really makes me feel young. I haven't had a scrape like this since I was little."

"We should get home, so I can clean that," He decided as he reached her. He quickly picked her up.

"Ow, ow," She hit him repeatedly. "Be careful."

"Don't be such a baby."

"Don't discourage me from being young. I get tonight remember?"

"I remember."