Jim drove as fast as the traffic could take him, he needed to find his missing sons. If they too had
transformed that meant they could be causing trouble or worse, be in trouble.
A red light. Jim was not going to be deterred by it, but the police car behind him could stop him, better to
play it safe, than loss more time. He stopped when suddenly a shirtless, most likely coming from the beach,
man knock on the passenger window wanting to get out. The man was pretty fit, and the red Mohawk, was his most
defining feature.
Jim was yelling at him, he hadn't time for being mug, and why didn't the police went to his help.
"Open up man!" yelled the shirtless man, not demanding, but begging.
He was about to leave him, when he saw a bunch of men angrily running toward the one pleading help. It was
something in his eyes, but Jim felt compelled He unlocked the door, and in came the man. He was wearing flip
flops and a tiny short, that looked for a much younger boy.
"Finally!, Floor it pops!" yelled the man seeing a couple of strong dudes running toward his passenger.
The light went green, and he drove away. Having advanced a little farther and seeing the boy catching breath,
he finally asked. "Who are you? And most importantly did you did something illegal?"
The man saw him with an astonished look. "Naw man, well I did STOLE a bunch of chicks from that wad of
losers."
"Ah... Jealous boyfriends." said Jim, remembering he had better things to do. "Look kid, I'm in a hurry, were
can I drop you?"
"Oh, well you are going my way actually, how close could you take me to Madison Ave. 2314?" asked the young
man.
Jim slammed on the breaks. That was his son's house. "Who are you? And what business do you have with the
Flynns?" yelled filled with rage Jim.
The man was actually terrified. "I-I-I'm..." stuttered.
"Spit it out!" shouted Jim.
"I'm Sam Flynn, I live there!" said the young man sobbing and crying, obviously scared.
Jim couldn't believe his ears. His son Samuel was barely 8, but a hulking teen like that wouldn't dismantle
like that for being yelled. A child might though.
"Little Sam? What happened to you? Do you know where Porter is?" asked Jim frenetically.
It took a little time for both to calm down enough to sort things out. Sam didn't know what happened and had
spent the day flirting with the beach girls, nights in a party, and the next days the guys were fed up with
him. He didn't know where Porter was or why he needed to be close to girls, but that he felt good. Apparently
he was young enough mentally to ignore about sex, which at least calmed his father a bit, still he was worried
about Porter.
Meanwhile Jim himself presented him as a friend of his mother who had ask her to find her missing sons.
"Let's drive to the park, maybe he is there. Porter likes the park." suggested Sam.
It was a longshot, but Jim had no other lead, and it was as good as any. After all it was cheer luck that lead
him to Sam. But sheer luck was on his side when on the way to the park, a market near it was having troubles
with a small furry creature.
Apparently it was trying to steal fruit and the owner had catch it. It looked different but it had the liking
of his son Porter. His poor devolved son.
Jim apologized for his escaped monkey and even paid for the fruit and the trouble. The owner doubted the
veracity of the story, but the money had a liking to Jim, so he accepted the money.
"He smells good. Familiar." thought Porter.
However, a female officer came to Jim asking for the papers for the 'animal'.
"He hasn't hurt anyone, he was just confused." said Jim.
The officer wasn't move, but as she was about calling reinforcement Sam stood up.
"Milady, please think straight.
That's it you're doing gre-e-eat.
Search your heart, you'll see.
There's nothing wro-o-o-ong here-ere!"
The officer was blushing at the shirtless Sam. She regain enough composure to said. "I'm letting you off with
a warning this time. And you... Put on a shirt." said the still stirred officer.
Jim took his monkey son, and the one who just save him a lot of explanations. But now he was tore. He had to
take them to their mother who was a wreck for her missing sons, but he was driving with the child of the
missing link and a womanising beach hunk, not her cute little munchkins. He could take them to the cabin when
all his offspring would gather and sort this out first.