072. Mischief Managed072. Mischief Managed
It's one o'clock on a Saturday afternoon, and so far, the Doppler kids have been pretty well behaved.
At first, Jim was sorely tempted to put a "Sorry, We're Closed" sign up on the door to the Benbow, but he knew his mom would throw a fit, regardless of how much Delbert payed him today.
The Benbow closes for none.
Fortunately, there are only three patrons at the Benbow currently. One is upstairs in a room, sleeping. The other two are sitting together at a table, awaiting their lunch courtesy of Chef B.E.N.
Another upside is that B.E.N. not only loves to cook, but he can do it decently enough without Jim having to worry about dealing with any food poisoning related lawsuits.
One experience was enough for B.E.N. to learn his lesson.
At the moment, Jim's sitting at a corner table with the Doppler kids after lunch, working on some History of The Imperial Galaxy: Peoples, Worlds, and Wars reading assignments and related questions while they color to their hearts
056. Danger Ahead056. Danger Ahead
"Alright, you all be good for Mister Jim today. I don't want to hear of any trouble, or we're not going to read a story tonight at all, is that understood?"
"Yes, Daddy," four angelic voices chorus. Delbert smiles down lovingly at his children before turning to "Mister" Jim.
"Thank you again, Jim. You really are a lifesaver."
"Don't mention it Doc. Your kids are awesome. And the pay isn't half bad, either," Jim winks. Yes, well, when you're babysitting for a family friend who has piles of money at his disposal, the pay is a little bit more than just minimum wage.
"Anytime, Jim. If you ever want to just take them off my hands, feel free. A hundred gold apiece, I'll sell them to you now," Doppler half jokes. He sighs and runs a hand across his face tiredly. "I just need to get this lecture done. The money isn't an issue, but my reputation as a renowned astrophysicist is," Delbert now places his hand solemnly over his heart, probably going for the "dignified doctor" look
068 Hero068. Hero
"Chelsea, dear, no, don't touch that! That's not for touching, it's for decoration onl--"
"Aaah, alright, please, just stand back, and don't touch anything else-- Samuel David, absolutely not! Drop the catnip! Mary, take that out of your mouth right now! I don't care what your brother told you."
If Doctor Delbert Doppler had known that this was what he would get when his wife went on vacation, he would have chained her to the kitchen table and never let her leave.
He never did like kids that much.
Fortunately, he knows someone who does.
"Ok, all of you, just- just- just stop, for one minute, ok? Daddy's gonna make a phone call, and I want absolute silence. The one that's the quietest will get to pick out the story tonight," Delbert bribes as he reaches for the telephone on the wall.
The children's eyes light up in glee, and they clamp their mouths shut as tight as possible, each wanting to best the other and win the glorious opportunity of choosing the be
021. Vacation021. Vacation
"I need a vacation!" Amelia shouts through gritted teeth, her palm smack against her forehead.
The Benbow Inn is now in total, absolute, and utter silence.
All eyes on Amelia.
"B-b-b-but, darling . . . you're retired," Delbert says oh-so-helpfully.
Yes, she did retire after all the events of Treasure Planet. The first reason being that the voyage kinda took all the thirst for adventure out of her (coming close to dying at least three times in a short span of time can do that to a person). The second reason . . . is the reason she needs a vacation.
"Mommy, Mommy, what's wrong?"
"Is Mommy angry? Did I do something, Daddy?"
"Mommy, I want noobluian chocolate!"
"Look, Mommy! You have gray hairs!"
The patrons of the Benbow carefully and quietly resume their conversations, sneaking furtive glances over at the Doppler table should they give any more signs of psychotic tendencies.
"That's it, I'm done, I'm out of here, I'll see ya in a couple months. Maybe." Amelia stands quickly