[Video cuts in]

[Fiddleford Hadron McGucket sat at his desk, looking through some schematics of what looks like an ax/baseball bat hybrid. There is a timestamp on the corner of the video.]

17:46:23

12 10 2012

[The door to McGucket's work room opens and Tate enters.]

Tate: Hey, Da–Oh. Pardon me.

[McGucket turns to face his son.]

McGucket: (Smiling) It's fine, Tate. Is there somethin' ya wanna say?

Tate: I was just comin' to tell ya that its supper time.

McGucket: Is it that time already?

[McGucket looks at the time on his clock.]

McGucket: Well, butter my backside and call me a biscuit. I hadn't realized how late it got. (Stomach grumbles) Or how hungry I am. Whelp, let me finish up here, Tate, and we'll head out.

[Tate stood at the door.]

McGucket: Ya wanna come in, Tate?

Tate: (unsure) I'm not botherin' you, aren't I?

McGucket: Oh, banjo polish. Yer never a bother.

[McGucket moves a swivel chair close to him and gives it a pat.]

McGucket: Come over here and have a seat with yer old man.

[A smile appeared on Tate's face as he took the seat next to his father. He looks at the schematics on the table.]

Tate: What are you workin' on?

McGucket: Just somethin' inspired by this anime show that Soos showed me. Had these machinations where ya have two weapons in one. Thought I'd try my hand at it and Ms. Wendy suggested this ta me. Say, Tate, have ya ever seen one of them shows?

Tate: (shrugged) When I was a kid, but not a lot. I think it was some racecar thing.

McGucket: Speed Racer? (beat) (laughs) Well, what do ya know! That there's another memory recovered! I remember ya goin' bananas over that show. Had the toys and books and everythin'.

Tate: (chuckling) Yeah. I remember how upset I was when you and Ma told me there were no more new episodes to watch. Still loved the hell out of it.

[The two share a laugh and McGucket returns to his schematic while Tate watches.]

[There is a beat of silence]

Tate: …Hey, Dad?

McGucket: Hm?

Tate: Have I told you that I missed you?

[McGucket paused his reading to look at his son. He turns to place a comforting hand on Tate's shoulder.]

McGucket: (Smiles fondly) Since I've regained my sanity. (Frowns in forlorn) I'm sorry for all these years, Tate. I must've caused ya so much stress.

Tate: I'm more worried about you, Dad. For 30 years…all because of that triangular fella.

[Tate frowns.]

McGucket: Please do this old man a favor and not be mad at Stanferd.

Tate: W-What?

McGucket: Don't play dumb with me, Tater Tot. Ya may be an adult now, and I may be still recoverin' my memories, but I know the look on yer when yer mad at someone.

Tate: Well…can you blame me? He's the one that called you up here in the first place and got you involved into this mess.

McGucket: (Shakes head) No, none of that. I may have been upset over his obsessin' for somethin' grander and out of reach, but it was my choice for usin' that consarned memory gun on myself. Besides, he's long learned his lesson, I reckon.

[After a long pause, Tate sighs.]

Tate: …Alright, Dad. I'll do it for you.

[McGucket pats his son's forearm. Both of them exchanged smiles.]

McGucket: Thank ya, Tate. Now, how's about we get some grub? I'm starvin'!

Tate: I can imagine.

McGucket: Wanna head fer Greasy's Diner?

Tate: As long as that Northwest kid minds her manners, I don't mind.

[McGucket laughs as he and Tate leave the room]

[Video ends]

Just a nice moment between a father and his son. It's easy to forget as Tate is a very minor character, but damn is it tragic. Having to not have seen your dad for potentially months and when you do see him again, he's become a raving madman.