Chapter 6, Coffee is a hell of a drink
-Back to the present, several minutes after the Coffee convoy crash-
"Why did your friend have to go and crash the truck? We had the convoy on our own just fine!" Cree's voice could be heard arguing over her helmet's mouth piece.
The scene is slowly viewing the convoy crash pile up, as a heated arguement could be heard over the sound of the distant highway. "So you Teens can give it to the adults? Fat chance!" Abigail argued back as the scene transitioned over an upturned convoy truck and a KND flying bus planted though the center of said truck.
"The Teen's Rebellion has never worked for the Adult Villains, but you KND operatives still give us a hard time!" Chad voice called be heard as we view the scene moving over the crashed Semitruck that was hauling the coffee.
"Ppphht, fat chance we would trust Teenagers so easily" Wallabee argued back with a sneer in his tone.
The scene eventually moves on to the bickering between the teams that were on the mission that was to intercept the convoy, only in their own ways that led to the situation right now.
Under his helmet that thankfully stayed on, William held out his hand in a placating manner. "Let us just take the middle ground on this one, The Adults will have a shortage of coffee now. That will give both of our factions some room to breath against the Villains for some time." He reasoned through his voice distorter.
Nigel sighed frustratedly, "While the relationship with the Teen's Rebellion and the KND is tense, I will have to agree with the Teen." He said while pinching the bridge of his nose to stave of a headache of what he will have to write up in his report to Moonbase command.
Wallabee crossed his arms and turned his head with a hurrumph, "Does not mean I will trust any cruddy Teen still."
William waved off the remark, "Regardless, We need to head out and report our own mission's half success" he said before looking towards the other Teens, "Come on, I hear Burritos and Tacos are being served back at the mess hall for lunch today." William stated, making the others teens cheer as they left the scene.
Nigel looked to the rest of his team, "Come on guys I will need to make a report, let's head home." He gestured for them to follow, leaving some of the of team to grumble but follow regardless.
While the Kids Next Door ruined our chances of acquiring a heap tons of Coffee, there was another object of interest that was carried within the convoy. A rather new and potent form of caffeine, so potent that a drop of it would give you energy for an entire day and up your reaction time for an hour.
You know those energy drinks, especially those small shot drinks you would find in gas stations? They ain't got shit on this stuff, a single drop from this concoction of caffeine is that is needed. No threat of heart attack, no crash afterwards, the adults must be desperate when they made this stuff to assist in their Villainous acts.
We were all heading to our bikes when Steve came out from one of the Convoys, suitcase in hand. "Secondary mission is at least salvaged." He remarked.
I gave him a thumbs up, "At least we got something out of this" I stated with a thankful tone.
"Would have better if your Sister and her friends did not interfere" Stacey argued through the comms as we began driving our Bikes back to Homebase.
"Don't put that evil on me, I have no control over what Abigail does or her Sector, so do not even start." Cree warned heatedly through the mic.
"I thought it rather cool, jumping from a flying bus into a moving Semitruck. It was like out of that one movie." Steve remarked with a slight chuckle.
"Yeah well, at least we having the Triple Ex espresso" I pointed out in my attempt to ease down the arguement on the way back.
Chad's sigh could be heard through the comms, "silver linings I suppose" he added, getting everyone to agree
Our return was met with little fanfare, which was appropriate since the mission was not of much significance. With the Bikes stowed away for the Mech Boys to works on later, we all split up to do our own things before meeting up again in the mess hall. It was a mundane affair, chatting about the latest movies coming out and our own interests. It was a relaxing lunch, and it was welcomed for winding down.
"Father still not catching on to your deception Cree?" I asked after finishing a fight.
Cree smirked through her chewing, then after gulping down her food she retorted. "I am lucky enough the KND don't have a mole for my situation, and Abigail along with her friends have yet to blab."
Chad placed his Burrito down to add his own few cents, "During my tenure at high command, it was stressed not to divulge much about the Teen Rebellion operatives to the wider world. We did not know what to do, so I suppose that's part of the blame." He shrugged before resuming his meal
"Well we will soon be pulling out all the sleeper agents in the Teen Ninjas." I stated with a smirk after finishing a bite of my Taco.
Stacey's eyes widened, "You mean.. "
"Yes." I interrupted her, not needing her to state what was soon to happen on the world stage with the Delightful Kids' Birthday to be coming up soon. It was my announcement to the world of myself and the rest of the Teens around the around, the sleeper cells would cause havoc and I will be facing down my Dad.
The birthday of the Kids' coming up would be different compared to what I remember from the show, it was still going to be hosted in a football stadium; but this time with my interference on the KND world, the defense has been upped and Father will be there. Intel has reported he will be in a flying cake aircraft, fucking what Dad? I know you are loaded with how you have your mansion and all, but there is something call wasting money and resources.
Who am I to talk about the logic of it though, I tried to stop questioning everything back in my early childhood years on this world, but it is not so simple sometimes.
Cree smirked at me, "Getting giddy and relieved of dropping the act for your dad?" She asked as she took her plate to the trash.
I laughed, "been waiting for the day, our debut will be remembered much like the Dawn of the Rebellion three years ago."
Chad let out a small snort as he dumped his tray, "You should have been there on the moon base that day, the event has gone down in infamy. You guys lit up the comms like it was Christmas" he remarked.
Cree smiled at that, "I will bet."
Chapter 7, Birthday prep like no other
-Few hours after the Burrito and taco lunch-
Once, In my first life, I looked up to the stars wishing to reach what I could not. Daring to dream of what may lay beyond The solar system, born in a time where humanity could only Imagine of what may wait in the deep cosmos of space. I can only take solace in the fact that we did not face an organization that sought to wipe out adults and teens, believing aging was a disease that was to be culled and rid of.
Cree and Chad are my closest confidants, knowing that humanity is what needs saved as a whole. To know that you needed Adults for the propagation of our race, it is genocidal to believe that any part of our race can be rid of. I am looking at you Madame Margaret, Grandfather, and any Adult Villains that believe you can just erase children or even a whole gender of the race.
After finishing my meal, the three of us made our way down the basement of the warehouse. The day of which the Delightful Kids would have another Birthday was coming up soon, and intel has given various info of what was going down. Father was not fooling around no more, and now he was going to use the Birthday as a prelude to his own city wide attack on Children.
I suppose with my interference of the natural order of the world, things have changed with how the Adult Villains are doing their business now. It was not bad enough that Father was going be flying in an armed Cake aircraft, but our agents within the Teen Ninjas have confirmed that the birthday would be a lure and trap for most of the KND. The enticement of the cake was too good I guess, cause Father has been leaking rumors to the KND for the trap.
It did not stop there either, His henchmen the Icecream men would be packing for this event, and if Intel is correct, Fanny's father dubbed 'Boss' was assisting in the funding to hire every Villain to attend this event and attack the KND. It was a trap that would end with the KND on the backfoot, but We were preparing for it.
Sure, we could warn the KND, but it would ruin our own plans to have the trap sprung, and take out a heavy amount of Adult Villains all in one go. The best the Teen Rebellion can do, is arrive in time before any real damage is done to any KND operatives.
We finally reach to the end of a hallway within the basement that held an elevator, Say what you will about the Kids in the KND, but the Mech boys and KinStuctor division sure know their ways with building the craziness that the Teen's Rebellion has been fighting with so far. A ding sounded before the doors opened, allowing us to enter and take the elevator down to our destination.
As Cree pushed the button for the floor we were traveling down to, I turned my head to Chad. "Any hiccups on acquiring the blueprints for the Hind Milli 50 from our Russian Division?" I asked as our descent began.
Chad shrugged, "A few members have been successful, the Aircraft is outdated afterall and publicly known." He answered with a relaxed tone.
I glanced over to Cree, "How is the progress on acquiring the scrap from the airfields?" She smiled at my question, "You would not believe the amount we have been hauling in." Cree answered with a smirk.
Turning back to face the door, "Good to hear everything is going as planned, but we must not stop nor falter. This birthday battle is only the prelude to our preparation for the Galactic KND." I warned with a determined look, "I will always say that there is no such thing as over preparing, we are only one planet versus the rest of the Galaxy."
I was met with silence, as Cree's and Chad's eyes hardened in resolve.
The best part of the Warehouse we chose to set our first homebase in, was that its location. Surrounded by thick tall trees, and on a tall hill that overlooked the whole City and suburbs, it was an ideal place to build under and excavate a massive hangar. It was with this in mind that the rest of the Homebases around the world attempted the same method, but with varying degrees in how it was made or done. You couldn't always find a hill or mountain to build into the side of, but everyone did their best to make due one way or another.
The hanger we arrived to, that would open up the side of the Large hill with its doors hidden by grass and trees, was filled with the cacophony of hardware going on nonstop. From welders to drillers, hammers to nail guns, saws to hydraulic presses slamming down, it was an ever ongoing chaotic mess of Teens working around the clock on shifts.
As we walked on a catwalk that overlooked all the construction, I could not help but look in at awe of what imagination could do in this reality. A jumbo jet welded with Tank turrets on its sides that would shoot globs of Reaper Sauce, I pray for the Adult Villains that will be on the receiving end... almost, you reap (pun intended) what you sow.
I looked to the other side seeing A Hind in the process of being built from bits and bobs acquired from airfield graveyards, its payload was rumored to include ultra sticky pine sap filled missiles that would stop an elephant in its' tracks, and the main firing turrets would fire heated sriracha as lazer beams
We kept walking, various acquired aircrafts that were just sitting in airfield graveyards, being retrofitted back up to use in our war against Adult Villainy and the GKND. Though for the latter part, the mech boys were working on systems to make our crafts space worthy soon.
The retrofitted was done either combining some together, ripping out and refitting, or simply tore down then built back up into a more manageable form of aircraft but it'd still have the look of Shit putt together by duct tape or welded together. It was done all in a sense that would not work in my first reality, but in this world it works just fine.
We stop at the end of the catwalk, gazing at three football stadium carriers. Four jets for each on the bottoms that could rotate for directional mobility, the backs would open up to deploy teens and various Vehicles we have come to use so far in our battles, it was quite a sight to take in.
"You nervous?" Cree asked gently as she crossed her arms and gazed towards the carriers.
I leaned onto the rails of the Catwalk, "Nervous fighting my dad? No, this was a long time coming. Nervous for the rest of our Teens? Yes." I affirmed with a stern look.
Chad gripped onto the rails and smirked at me, "Every Teen is in on this, everyone will have someone to look out for each other." He argued
I merely let out an amused sound, "But it never feels enough, but I will never stop regardless. We can't stop."
Cree clicked her teeth in annoyance, "All the more reason to sway the majority of the KND to US gainst THEM." Stated with a solemn look on her face
"All in due time Cree, all it due time" I simply stated as we headed towards the stair way, leading down to the main floor of the Hanger.
Chapter 8, Food and Machinery
Viewing the projects that have been worked on up close is quite the sight to behold, the imagination to put together scrap and make it work is a spectacle to behold. The front of The Hind was made from the cockpit of a private jet, the passenger section from a military bus, wings of a fighter jet and propellers for directional control from a cargo helicopter.
We have made a few tests with a prototype of our own Hind, and the results were promising. Several dozen were in the works across all bases, but they were the icing for the big Birthday Bash day. Other than the T-dozers and Battle Mech W. to be deployed on that day, the Mech boys have been coming up with all sorts of crazy battle vehicles.
As the three of us walked by several projects in the works, we discussed several Teen operations ongoing. "What do you mean Grandma stuff'em has refused to supply our faction in Poland?" Cree angrily snarked at Chad, "We had a deal with her, if the kids were not going to eat her food then the Teen Rebellion would be more than happy to eat her food!" She argued
Chad simply shrugged, "Grandma Stuff'em is still supplying our Rebellion in other parts of the world, I am only telling you what I heard in a report." He answered with a nonchalant tone.
I decided to interject at that point, "Word through the grapevine is that she has a sibling there, a brother, and the two of them have a rather heated sibling rivalry of who is the better cook." Shrugging at that, "It would line up with the rumors if she does not want to supply there."
While Grandma Stuff'em was antagonistic towards children before the Teen Rebellion became what it was now, things certainly changed on the day when during one of her days of force feeding kids was interrupted. Key word 'interrupted' cause we were freaking hungry on that day, and our food reserves were empty. It was a long day of fighting Villains, so you can imagine how starved we all were.
Over several dozen Teens stampeded into that cafeteria, pushing the picky eater children out from the lunch room. If they did not want the food, more for us to eat regardless of the taste. You work up an appetite, and you will be craving anything to satisfy that hunger. Sure, Grandma Stuff'em struggled to tell us to leave and argue the food was to fatten up the kids, but most of us told her to shut it and keep the food coming. If the kids did not want the food, then there was hungry mouths to feed more than willing to eat even scraps of food
She and her food warriors kept trying to increase their output, but with a constant stampede of teens coming in from a long day of 'work' , let us say that our departure made the cafeteria look like a tornado hit it. The Teen Rebellion made a deal with Grandma Stuff'em, supply an ever growing number of Teens that need food supplies, in return she stops force feeding Kids. She was a bit hesitant at first, but having hungry mouths to feed around the world won out in her mind.
She is actually a rather nice grandma when you get to know her, that is if you finish your plate of course, but with the way Teens can be ravenous with food after a mission, it is a rather easy thing. I certainly know from experience in my first life as a teen, I had a rather almost bottomless stomach after finishing my outside activities. Especially after Football practice.
Back at the conversation at hand, Cree sighed frustratedly and planted her hands on her hips with a contemplative look. We were gazing up at the Stadium carriers, but discussed various operations in the meanwhile. "Then we need to get in contact with her sibling, it will not do to have a thorn like this"
I let out a sound of understanding from my mouth, "I will get in contact with a few folks, pull a few strings and meet with this sibling." I affirmed to her to ease the worry for our Teens in Poland.
We moved on to view various other projects, the Hind aircrafts were a sight to behold and the stadium air carriers more so up close. To the Right were the Stadium carriers, to the left of us were TriTops. An idea the mech boys wanted to make, A tank sized triceratops that could shoot rockets from the horns. You think they stopped there, have you Learned anything yet? A rotating cannon of the back, capable of shooting mega heated horse radish. Why, just why horse radish? The rockets already pack peppered ginger and jalapeno sauce.
The tail of the TriTops can shoot out megawatts of electricity to stun any enemies behind it, and the hydraulics within the legs have been super charged for ramming speed of up to thirty miles an hour. I guess the TriTops is not much of a triceratops if it does not ram anything. There would be a variation of the Hind, HindDroppers, to airdrop the TriTops into battles, so the issue with that was covered to get these massive beasts of war into battle.
"You are still giving Nigel the invitation to that party of the Delightful Kids'?" Chad asked me with a rather amused smile, I gave a hapless shrug. "It is one of the few times we can interact as cousins."
Cree let out an amused snort, "I still can not believe those Delightful dorks were Sector Z."
I gave Cree and Chad apologetic look, "I was not there when the Delightfulization went down, I warned them but they were too stubborn as KND operatives."
The Teens Rebellion R&D have been hard at work to uncover the effects of the Delightfulization, but the process has been rather slow. Whatever my dad did in that incident, it was a freak of nature event.
We stopped to view the last few of the TriTops under construction before heading back up, "Research has been touch and go, but I can only hope Sector Z was not fully loyal to the KND." I warned with a contemplative look.
Leaving towards an elevator to take us up, Chad took that moment to add in his own two cents. "We already have a growing amount of support from operatives in the KND, especially those reaching their thirteenth birthday." He reasoned.
Cree gave a sneer at that, "When the chips are down, I doubt most kids would be willing to have their memories wiped of their childhood." She snarked out
"One of the big reasons I defected to the Rebellion Cree, and I know there will be plenty more kids from the KND with the same mindset." Chad affirmed with a contemplative look
Taking one of the elevators back up, I let out a hum of thought. "Many reason for the kids to rally to our cause, then it can be an Actual Rebellion of the world, rather than A teen's Rebellion." I smiled at the two
"No more bullshit from Adult Villains, no more being scared of mind wipes, we need everyone to combat the danger looming out in space."
Chapter 9, Food and music, with a side of bonding
I headed home after we finished our own duties at the Homebase, directing missions in needed sectors and going through a stack of reports that could not be simply delegated to the lower ranks in the Rebellion. The Teen's Rebellion needed a system afterall, and a worldwide organization was not something so easy to manage willy nilly.
My ride home was met with nary a problem, a quiet affair while listening to some small classical tunes. … what? Hey, have you heard the music that some bands come up with in the show? Sheesh, talk about tone deaf in making music. At least piano music is hard to fuck up with, I am pretty sure it takes more talent to play Piano than most instruments. I could be wrong though so do not quote me on that.
Before you ask, yes Father has pushed my fingers to the limits with having the most strict piano instructor teach me Piano lessons. My fingers still ache from those long hours of lessons, I did not like it but at least now I can say I have some skill in an instrument that does not include violence….. at least I think so unless you count using piano wire.
The mansion began to come into view as I rode my bike towards the driveway. If you are wondering what bike I am driving, it is a simple moped scooter. A nondescript motorbike Dad got me for my Sixteenth birthday, a private birthday mind you. I stressed to Father I was too old for all the pomp and show the Delightful Kids keep doing with their birthdays, thankfully he relented.
After pulling up into the driveway and parking the scooter in the garage, I made my way into the building and headed towards the kitchen. I could smell something cooking, Italian maybe? Coming to a stop outside the doorway to the kitchen, I witnessed father outside his Villain guise cooking with a pot that was boiling whatever was in it.
"So what did you study up on at the library today?" Father asked me as he worked on dinner, with his back turned to me.
I did not need to wonder how he knew it was me, he no doubt heard my Moped and the garage door with my arrival. "I was going over my past math projects, making sure my knowledge in the stuff does not atrophy." I responded as I walked in to look over all the food, curious as to what he was making.
Father grabbed a box of what I could only assume would be used to make spaghetti, "Mind grabbing the meatballs I have in the fridge son?" Dad asked as he split the pasta in half and dropped them into the boiling pot.
I made my way over to said fridge, "Sure, anything else you are cooking with the spaghetti?" I asked while grabbing the meatballs kept within a bowl and taking them over to Father.
Dad took the bowl with a quiet thank you, "I have some garlic bread cooking in the oven, dinner will be ready in a little. I will call when it is ready."
I gave him a nod before leaving for my room, "I will be freshening myself up then" dad simply waved without turning to work on dinner, say what you will but the man likes to cook.
-Scene transition, I summon thee!-
Dinner was a polite affair, but I can bet the night after the Big Birthday Bash is going to be one awkward mealtime. We sat in our usual seats, I am still not sure why the Delightful kids stick together like that almost twenty four seven. The clang of dinnerware filled the dining room as we consumed our dinner, but the Kids looked towards Father every now and then before looking towards me.
I finished a bite of my spaghetti before speaking to them, "If you got something to say, say it, but finish your bites first." I told them with an inquisitive look.
Father looked up from his meal as I conversed with the Delightful children, "They are too nervous to ask, would you mind chaperoning their dance party William?" He asked with a nonchalant look.
I looked at dad and shrugged, "As long as they keep me out of any schemes they might be hatching for it, I would not mind." I answered with a disinterested tone
The Delightful Kids smiled a bit at my answer, Father let out a relieved sound. "Good, I will be too busy that night, and I have been having trouble finding anyone for the event."
Dad gave the kids a pointed look, "Make sure you do not drag William into any potential crossfire, he will only be there for supervision." He warned them before resuming his meal.
"Yes father" The kids answered with a smile before going back to their own meal.
I will need to warn Nigel Tomorrow when the invites are sent, maybe catch up with Uncle Monty as well. He is always a hoot to be around, and a good person to talk about fishing.
-scene transition into later on in the night-
Piano music fills the main lobby, as I practice a bit more before bed. Miss Plinplon is a ruthless instructor, and any miss-strokes are met with a slap on the fingers from a wooden ruler. To be honest though, I wanna be able to play Hungarian Rhapsody Number two without a partner at the end of all this.
There is also an upside to all this, it helps my dexterity and with it my fingers can handle lightning that erupts from out of them. You can not just expect something as powerful as lightning to leave from your fingertips, you need to train those fingers to the bone. In the long run, I am glad Father hired a piano instructor. I just wished Miss Plinplon was not so strict.
Currently I am practicing my strokes with Minute Walts, not going into the longer name version of that thank you very much. As I am practicing away, I could see father walk down the stairway in his favorite robe. Guess he just showered or something.
As I reach the crescendo of Minute Waltz, I begin to transition into a tune of Debussy Suite Bergamasque. Might have fudged up my wording there.
Dad pulls up a chair by me and watches over with a hot cup of chocolate in hand, a table nearby to set it on if needed. I glanced out the side of my eyes to him as I practiced, "Did grandpa ever play the piano?" I asked while playing the keys of the instrument before me.
Father let a grimace out from his face at my mention of Pappy before relaxing back into his contemplative look, "Your Grandfather was an Organist, it's like a piano but with more keystrokes." I let out a thoughtful hum at his answer as I kept playing.
"You wanna help me play Hungarian Rhapsody Number two?" I asked him as I reached the end of my current choice of tune. Dad let out an affirmed sound from his mouth before placing his mug on the table nearby with a coaster underneath the cup. We spent the rest of the night playing the hard to hit notes before bedtime, it was a rather relaxing night. Far from all the crazy that is this world, just a simple time of father and son bonding.
But like all things, nothing lasts forever.
Chapter 10, A Saturday morning
The following morning was met with a rather obnoxious racket, while I am a morning person I doubt Dad appreciates the racket going on with the Delightful Kids battling Sector V on a Saturday morning! Father does own a business after all, he needs his own sleep and days off after all.
It is where I find myself now, in the kitchen eating some pancakes Dad whipped up for breakfast. Unfortunately the Delightful kids had the bright idea of heading out before eating their own breakfast, calling it an early morning exercise. Yeah, an early morning of dragging a fight with the KND onto the front lawn.
Father was back in his usual villain attire, I suppose he was at his wits end with trespassers on the front lawn. Well, it is not like the Delightful kids invited sector V to our property after all, the fight between them just ended up over here. I glanced over at dad and noticed his patience was running thin, "William, mind going out there and getting those kids off my lawn?" He asked while rubbing his forehead to stave off a headache.
I finished my meal and wiped my hands before responding, "I will see what I can do, those kids are trespassers after all." I answered, with father offering a silent thanks and downing some of his coffee. I wonder what brand he buys, certainly not Boulders by the smell of it. That shit is strong as hell, it will have you wired for hours on end.
-scene transition to the front lawn-
I was greeted to the sight of both groups of children, duking it out with their respective weapons. I say respective, but the Delightful Kids usually fight in some big mech. This time at least the kids fought on foot, it will make it easier for Dad to worry about his lawn, silver linings folks.
The Delightful kids had their backs to me while they fought Sector V, with said sector pausing in their attack against the Siblings of mine. "Finally realize your doom!?" The kids sneered at the operatives, noticing the pause in their attacks.
"No, but you all will know doom if you do not take this fight elsewhere!" I calmly stated with a slightly veiled warning in my tone.
It did the trick to halt the Delightful Kids in their attacks, jumping up from their spot in sudden shock from my presence. They slowly turned their heads to look towards me, the other kids took that moment to gather themselves from the looks of it.
They gave me a rather embarrassed look, with some small fear within their faces. They must know I did not come out here for my sake alone, they knew Father was not happy with their current activity and sent me out to reprimand them and to a lesser extent the KND on our lawn.
"Wi-wil-William, we can explain, we were only-" the Delightful kids began to say with a stutter in their voice.
I shook my head, "Nuh-uh, what ever you are involved in, you know the rules" I gave them a stern look on my face, with a bit of a peeved quirk of my lips.
The Delightful kids drooped their heads before glaring at the KND from the corner of their eyes, "No wrecking up the lawn" they chorused in response
I tapped my toe with my arms crossed, "Aannndd?" I drawled out with an inquisitive look.
Shooting the KND a dirty look, my pseudo siblings answered again. "No nefarious activities on weekend mornings." They added with a downcast look.
I gave them a nod at that, and pointed towards the mansion. "Then head inside, I am sure Dad might want a word with you." I shooed them off.
"But?" They tried to reason with a glare, "No, mansion now, Fathers orders." I sternly pointed to the building. With reluctance they dragged their feet towards the Mansion.
Sector V must have taken that as a win with their cheering, but I was going to shit on their parade as well. It was a fucking Saturday morning, I wanted to relax too you know. "That goes for you too kids." I hollered over at them.
I got a raspberry from Wallabee in response, my reaction was a smile. "I am sure your parents would like to know their kids have trespassed onto someone's yard." That shut him up, and got all of them to scram less they suffer the wrath of their own parents.
Nigel was the last to leave, giving me a look from under his sun glasses. I gesture for him to wait, as I walked over to talk to him. "Hey" I greeted him with a nonchalant look.
"Hey" he responded with a less guarded look than he gave the first time we met, progress people!
I bent my knees to get to eye level with him, "How is Uncle Monty?" I asked with a curious tone.
Nigel gave me a shrug, "Same ol bumbling dad, all about the Sousaphone and fishing."
I cracked a grin at that before handing out a letter to him, "I will be chaperoning a dance party for the Delightful Kids." I cupped my mouth to cover any lip reading someone might be able to do, "Details inside of what their plans are." I gave him a wink before standing up after handing him the letter.
Nigel gave me a word of thanks before leaving the yard, "And try not to trash the Mansion would you?" I added as he left from sight, waving me off before doing so.
See folks? Some matters can be resolved without violence, though I think this sort of situation is an exception. With my duty done, I headed back in to prepare for the rest of the day. I had a night to chaperone, maybe Cree might wanna help? Could always use some spare help, plus she is still working as a mole under Father. It was a win-win situation, an easy task to talk with Dad about if Cree would not mind.