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!"

talk for someone who's

it, let's put it to

Whoever backs down isn't

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

be the

And off they ran.

flying as he tried to talk them down-just barely managing

then came another problem: who would teach Evan

convinced their way was

the other sulked. If he switched, the

spot to sit back, snack on a bag of trail mix,

fat python watched from the branches. Not appreciating White's intrusion, it flicked

his head around his narrow eyes glinting coldly.

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

White was stunned. "Huh?"

Just like that? They hadn't even started fighting! Did the snake

and dashed after the snake

big oak, Evan was desperate to keep the two

sending birds flying. “Uncle, you're still injured! Even if Bernard won, it wouldn't

enough, both men returned—almost at the same time-standing

front of Evan.

He exhaled in relief.