Charles and Uncle B. slipped into the extraction zone as it was crawling with little people. Charles hooted that he had spotted Corwin zipping along sidewalk. Half pints teamed outside of the House of Feral. Corwin, overjoyed to see the approaching Camer-a-van SS, flipped the borrowed scooter and crashed to a halt. He promptly raced to the extraction vehicle and loaded up. Uncle B. wove his way across the lawn to inform Feral Robbyn of Corwin’s departure. The dynamic trio arrived safely in Mahomet around 4:50 p.m. to find that Aunt Sarah had left work early. While Uncle B. ran some errands, Auntie S. began whipping up some delectable rations, which included breadsticks, a prized staple of growing boys. Corwin continued his fabled Quantum Redshift lessons. His accomplishments did not go unnoticed, as Charles, faithful brother to the end, cheered and clapped for the completion of every race. In exchange for a needed bath, Corwin settled in beside The Godfather for a little lesson on the true meaning of XBox—Halo. Corwin, not much for being hunted by bad guys, opted to experiment with weapons, explore the beautiful landscapes, and test drive the awesome vehicles. Godfather was deeply touched to share another “coming of age” moment with his godson (previously, Godfather fed Corwin his first beef-like substance). Corwin displayed innate skill and keen insight into the operation of Halo. Despite the powerful allure Halo, Corwin took a break to speak with Dr. H (his mum) when she called at about 7:30.
While Corwin was learning about the basics of life, Auntie S. and Charles settled down to watch the Hunchback of Notre Dame. There were lots of airplane noises, squeaks, squeals, and laughter coming from that area of the house. One can only assume the Disney version was not as dark as the black and white version.
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Uncle B. jolted awake when a loud “thunk” echoed through the darkness. Following the small cries, he discovered Charles lying face down on the floor at the foot of the bed. After being picked up, dusted off, and restored to his bed, Charles resumed his raspy, thrashing sleep. The second “thunk” awoke Auntie S. and Uncle B. This time, Charles landed on the side of the bed and was a bit more alarmed by the incident. Auntie S., her maternal instincts temporarily blinding her, decided to let the man cub sleep in her room (with Uncle B.). The sweltering heat, endless thrashing, and wheezing pipes of the radiator child soon became too much for Auntie S., and the unpleasant job of returning the man cub to his room was caste upon Uncle B.