Shark watched the weather channel with a heartbroken look on his face. He’d been hoping for sunny skies and fresh air all week.
Instead, there was nothing but heavy rain and a flash flood warning.
The brunet was on the verge of tears as he looked down, at the picnic basket that was going to end up not being used.
Next to him, Sinbad didn’t look as upset, but rather frustrated. “Well, that puts a hell of a wrench in our plans.”
“But I was really looking forward to this…” He took hold of the basket handle and gripped it, to the point where it was beginning to break.
“Look. come on, man. Unless you want to risk getting caught in a flood, it ain’t gonna happen. See?”
Sinbad got up and pointed outside. There was indeed an unbelievable amount of water already in the streets and roads.
“Let’s just hope the lake and rivers don’t overflow, all right?” He then quickly drew the blinds, lest Shark catch a glimpse of Uncle Bill paddling down the street in a kayak.
The brunet only seemed to become more melancholy at this ruined day. “So what are we supposed to do with all this?” He opened the basket and gestured towards all the food and drinks he managed to jam in.
Knowing that this was something Shark really wanted, Sinbad started getting an idea.
“Well, it ain’t gonna be the same, but…”
How the bed managed to have space for both them and their picnic lunch was a mystery. Not that it was really that important that they know.
“This was a good idea, Sinbad,” Shark said before he bit into a ham sandwich.
“Eh. I thought it was a good compromise.” Sinbad kept rummaging around in the basket for anything different he was willing to try. “I ain’t gonna let a little storm completely ruin our day.”
The brunet smiled at the thoughtful gesture, then suddenly realized something.
“Wait a minute, Sinbad. How are Dad and Lolly gonna get home?”
Sinbad sidled up to Shark and put his arm around him. “Don’t worry ‘bout them. They’ve probably taken shelter, or they’re on their way home now.”
Dennis had always wondered why there was an ‘emergency raft’ in the theater.
He’d now come to the conclusion it was for situations such as these. He paddled down the now water-filled streets on his way to the school.
When the patriarch came across the building, he saw his daughter glaring behind the glass door. When he indicated he was there to pick her up, she waded through the gradually slowing waters.
“The water isn’t that high, Dad,” Lolly said as she took her place on the raft.
“I’m simply breaking it in, child. And it helps to have a mode of transportation should worst comes to worst.”
When she sat down, she was handed a paddle. The whole time, the heavy rain came down upon them mercilessly.
Instead of making small talk, father and daughter continued on their way home. By the time they reached the house, both of them were soaking wet.
Shark and Sinbad were quietly cuddling on the bed when Dennis burst through the door, approaching the clothes drawer and rummaging for fresh clothes.
“Uh…Welcome home, boss.” the redhead casually spoke as the older Racket pulled out some pants.
“Yes, thank you. Do either of you know where the towels are?”
Shark leaned over and glanced out the doorway. “They’re not in the laundry basket by the dryer. I think they might be in the bathroom already.”
“All righty, thank you.” Dennis pulled himself back up to his feet, then made a show of cracking his back. “Carry on then, you two.”
He then left the room as quickly as he’d come in, whilst grumbling about the horrendous weather outside.
“You see?” Sinbad inquired of Shark after Dennis had left. “Your dad got home just fine.”
“He sure did.” Shark then looked down at the half-full picnic basket. “Think we could share what’s left of that with them?”
The older man shrugged. “Sure, why not.”