Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 1312

Inside Walter's Cabin

Walter was hunched over his workbench, sketching out fireworks for Baby. His blueprints were covered in adorable bunnies—each one fluffy, bright-eyed, and bursting with life.

It was an odd sight: an old man in his seventies, patiently drawing cute animals with a look of pure tenderness, nothing remotely threatening about him.

But the words tacked up on his wall told a different story: "Respect is earned at the tip of a blade; truth is found at the end of a cannon's range!"

And beneath those bunny sketches? Stacks of designs for next-gen fighter jets and flying aircraft carriers.

Some of his work had even been featured at the big November Air Show, though those were just the older models.

After all, you can't display the latest inventions right out in the open-standard protocol. When you see them showing off a new jet, you can bet the next two or three generations are already rolling off the assembly line. Who knows, maybe versions five and six are flying secret missions as we speak!

So, if you're ever at an air show, don't be too impressed by what you see on stage just remember, the really cool stuff is still locked away, out of sight.

But if you wanted excitement, you had to check out the scene with Evan.

Deep in the thick woods, the tension was so thick it scared off the wildlife— nothing but the smell of gunpowder and the sound of arguing voices.

"Evan, you gotta listen to me!"

"No, Evan, he's just a footnote in Bernard's win column. Bernard's the real deal, you should listen to him!"

"Evan, sure, I can't beat him in a straight fight, but when it comes to stealth and evasion, I'm in a whole different league!"

Big talk for someone who's never faced me

don't buy it, let's put it to the

backs

guy were at each other's throats, then suddenly turned

you be the

And off they ran.

left standing there, his head spinning. He racked his brain, spit flying as he tried to talk them down-just

then came another problem: who would teach

convinced their way was

the other sulked. If he

found the perfect spot to sit back, snack on a bag of trail mix, and enjoy the

fat python watched from the branches. Not

glinting coldly. He raised his head, hissed, and mimicked a striking

with him and, for some reason, went pale as a ghost- then shot away at top

White was stunned. "Huh?"

They hadn't even started fighting! Did the snake know him

and dashed after the snake through the

big oak, Evan was desperate to keep the two old-timers

fair!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the trees and sending birds flying. “Uncle,

men returned—almost at

front of Evan.

He exhaled in relief.