Two companions, a man and an artificial intelligence - inside the chassis of a modified 1982 Pontiac Trans AM. Separate entities who have come together to be a team. They protect the innocent, the helpless, and the powerless to pursue criminals who operate above the law.

The love they have for each other as best friends is unbreakable.

It's a pleasant summer day in the State of California. The breeze is gently blowing, and the air is not too hot. The Knight Industries Two Thousand or Kitt to his friends and family is in convertible mode. He's on AUTO CRUISE, and Michael Knight reads a magazine as they drive along one of the many side roads near Los Angeles. They're in no hurry to drive back to the Foundation - the latest case had been surprisedly uneventful.

"Hey, Kitt, look at this." Michael turns the magazine around and shows the AI - a picture of a sailing ship docked at LA Harbour. "I wanted to see it for a while. It's the Blue Nose II. Ah yes, according to the article, it's from Canada."

Kitt normally would chide Michael about all the distractions they usually find along their travels together. However, this time it's different. He quips, "I always wanted to see this ship up close, Michael."

Michael is surprised and raises an eyebrow.

Kitt continues, "The ship has a lot of history. I can explain all the details if you like."

His driver shakes his head, "It's ok, pal, another time. I'll take her." The NORMAL light turns on. "How long until we reach the harbor?"

A quick calculation later, "Ten minutes at our current speed." Kitt replies almost immediately.

Michael smiles, and Kitt never ceases to amaze him.

The harbor is now within sight, and the boats are all docked by the piers. People are walking about, food concession stands are busy with customers, and the water looks particularly clear this day.

Further along, Michael spots the Blue Nose II, "There she is, Kitt. She's a beauty. Let's get a close-up picture of her. We can show it to Devon later on." Several snapshots are taken, "Perfect, now to find a parking spot." A frown later, "Pal, I don't see any parking spots - scan for one, will ya?"

Kitt immediately complies, "According to my sensors, there's one spot, but I would prefer you don't park me there." Kitt has the spot on his monitor.

"Why not, Kitt? It's by the ship docked, and you would have a great view." Michael looks at the voice modulator, somewhat puzzled.

Kitt is silent momentarily, and a somewhat resigned voice answers, "Birds, Michael. Specifically seagulls."

Michael begins to chuckle, "I'm sorry, pal. It's the only spot. There are no gulls around - at least for the moment. I won't be long, thirty minutes tops." He parks Kitt in the space since it wouldn't have been available for long. "Button her up... Just in case."

At this point, Kitt is not amused, "Easy for you to say, Michael. You don't get bird droppings on yourself." Kitt is now in his regular mode.

"I'll see you in thirty, Kitt, don't go anywhere." Michael winks as he prepares to leave.

The car sighs, "Where would I go, Michael?"

A couple of pats on the dash and a smile later, Michael leaves the cabin and heads toward the ship.

'Michael is right, the view is excellent.' Kitt thinks to himself as he scans the ship's interior and takes more pictures. The pictures are now in his memory banks. Kitt is so distracted that he doesn't see a man trip on something on the sidewalk and spill his french fries onto his hood. "Sir, are you alright?" Kitt asks seconds later as he scans the man's vital signs.

"Shit, yeah, sorry, I'm alright. Didn't mean to drop my lunch on your..." The man looks inside Kitt's interior and sees nobody in the driver's seat. "Wait, I'm talking to an empty car." The man mumbles as he shakes his head and walks away, grumbling.

"Your lunch!" Kitt is now alarmed. He knows it won't be long.

Within twenty seconds, the first seagull arrives, having spotted its possible meal from the air. It lands on Kitt's hood, gobbling up the first french fry. Another gull shows up, and then another. Kitt, at this point, is surrounded by at least ten gulls, all fighting with each other to grab the fries with their beaks. With all the squawking going on, Kitt doesn't notice Michael heading back toward him.

At the last moment, Michael decides to pick up a quick snack at a local snack bar. The lineup is long. After thirty-five minutes with a snack in hand, "Sorry, pal. It took longer than expected..." and stops dead in his tracks.

Poor Kitt's covered in bird poop, and the gulls finished gobbling up all the french fries.

Michael starts laughing hysterically.

"Really, Michael. I fail to see the humor in this situation." Kitt is embarrassed at this point and peeved as well.

"I guess you had some visitors." Michael can't keep a straight face, "Uhhh door por favor."

Kitt refuses to open the driver's door.

"Buddy, your handle is covered in poop, I'm not touching it." Michael is looking at the bird poop with distaste.

Kitt becomes even more peeved, "Not until you stop laughing, this is humiliating."

Michael is still laughing, "KITT. Come on, open the door."

"No!" Kitt is adamant.

The two friends argue for fifteen minutes, and while they disagree, an older couple walks by. "Honey, why is this man arguing with an empty car?" the lady asks, shaking her head.

Her husband briefly glances at Michael and Kitt and shrugs, "This is Los Angeles, dear. Anything happens here."

In the end, after a promise by Michael to take him to the nearest car wash, Kitt finally opens his door.

"I'm sorry, buddy. I did get you a little present." He said quietly.

Kitt has calmed down. "Present, Michael?"

Michael takes a snow globe out of a bag. It's a miniature model of the Blue Nose II on the top of blue-dyed water surrounded by fake snowflakes.

"It's lovely, Michael. Thank you." Kitt admires it with his optics.

Michael carefully places it inside Kitt's glovebox for safekeeping.

After paying for the most expensive car wash, the two head home. Another day in the life of our two heroes.