The engine sped around the carpet.

"Stop right there!" Miles shouted using a wooden cop.

"You'll never catch me pig!" Hobie chuckled, crawling away with his vehicle.

"We have to catch this wild man!" A wooden cop told another. Prompting the other to respond, "This sounds like a job for!"

Miles pushed the Cadillac out, "007."

"Have as many numbers as you want in your name, you are no match! I'm activating my anti gravity boosters!"

With that Hobie began pushing the toy up the wall. Miles smirked, following the engine with his car. It ended with the two of them climbing to the ceiling as they played.

"How are you doing this!?" Hobie's bad guy demanded, "I have the most advanced anti gravity!"

"We shop from the same auto guy!"

"Ah yes, that makes sense. Allister is good at the craft, isn't he?"

"Worth every dime," 007 told him.

As the two laughed and played Bre-ma made her way back home, "I ran into a sale," she carried her bags in, "Oh, you're on the ceiling again. Lovely."

"Hi Nan!" Hobie waved, "We're playing super spy. Do you need help with the bags?"

"Nope, it's just fabric. I got it," she locked the door, "Are you two having fun?"

"Yes, he likes what the twins sent," he waved his engine at her, "Can he come with us to the car show?"

"It's not for a few months, Dimples, but he can come if his mama and papa say so. But I would like to meet them before then," Bre took a couple of her fabrics and tossed them in the washing machine, "Did you two get snacks?"

"I can get them!" Miles hopped from the ceiling to the floor, hurrying into the kitchen, "What snacks are we allowed to have? Can we have chips please?"

"Yes, you can have some chips," she agreed, "Do you want me to come and pour you both some juice?"

"I can do it, I'm the babysitter. It's my job," he set the bags on the table and immediately grabbed his cup and Hobie's bottle from the table, "Hobie, I got us snacks."

The taller teen looked up, reaching for his bottle, "Baba!"

"Do not eat on my ceiling," she stated.

"I won't spill, Nan, and I can eat upside down."

"On the floor," the grandmother demanded, making it clear this was not up for debate.

Hobie crossed his arms in a tiff, nearly dropping his precious engine.

"Didn't you want to show me a movie?" Miles reminded him.

The rocker hopped down, "Yeah, we watched an American movie. It's here," he set the engine down and checked through the DVDs, "Here, have you ever seen it?"

"Can't say I have. How about you take your bottle and snack, and I put it on?" he handed over their treats without giving him a chance to reply, "What's this about?" He slid the disc into the player and cut the tv on.

"It's about a rooster who leaves the farm to become a rockstar and eventually is brought back by a boy turned into a kitty," he began to vigorously suck his bottle.

"Sounds trippy," he sat next to his friend, opening his bag of chips, interested in trying more British treats.

"Mine too," Hobie waved his bag at him to open, which he did, "Thank you."

"These aren't bad," Miles looked at the bag of chips.

X

The movie was really interesting, if not all over the place. But it was a really fun ride.

"Did you like it?" Punk turned excitedly to his friend.

"Yea, what other movies can we watch?"

"Hm…Nan, whats another movie we should watch?"

Bre was busying herself with cutting fabric, "Has your friend seen The Borrowers? You liked the Wind in the Willows."

"I did like that, do you want to watch that next?"

"Sure," Miles removed the previous movie, looking through the films, "Wait…You guys have Fievel goes west? How about we watch that instead?"

Hobie had been set on the first movie, but he nodded. It wasn't as though he didn't like the mouse movie.

"Here we are," Nan set a bowl of veggie soup in front of each boy along with a piece of cornbread, "Won't survive on snacks alone."

"Thank you," Miles smiled, biting into the triangle of cornbread, "Mmm."

"Thank you Nan," Hobie spun the soup, before breaking his bread apart and dropping it in. He liked it to soak up some of the soup and eat it at the same time.

"You're welcome, you hurry and eat, I have something for you before you go home," she pulled Hobie's pants, checking to see if he was still clean, before going and checking Miles too.

Punk pouted at the woman, "Can he stay another night?"

"I want to, but I have school tomorrow," Miles explained, "And I have a big project coming up soon. When I go on spring break we'll be able to hang out more though."

"Ok," he muttered, not satisfied but there wasn't exactly anything he could do.

X

"I am good," the grandma smiled, tooting her own horn, "Do a spin for me," she rubbed her chin, checking the fit of the pyjamas against the boy's shoulders and tummy, "I just get better and better each year."

Miles squealed in joy at the new pajamas, "Thank you, I like it a lot!" he jumped up and down before he hugged her, "These are better than the ones at the store!"

"You are very welcome," she hugged him back, "I'm going to have to make more for my dumplin's other friends. I got a unicorn pattern for that cute little girl. Does that other little boy like tigers? I might use the chicken fabric."

The boy's smile was massive as he looked at his custom sunrise jammies. He couldn't wait to show his parents.

"Thank you for watching my little baby, you did a very good job," she rubbed his back, "Next time I need a break I'll be sure to call you over."

"Ok!"