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Richard was just about to sit down in front of his most famous client, Scrooge Eclipser, at Gordon Ramsey's 5 Star Restaurant in the famous Oasis Hotel in Sahara Square when his cell phone rang. There were only three times when Richard ever was furious; the first happened when he was a kit and he was refused a lollipop. The second was when he had been denied into Hartbeest because he was a fox. The final time was this.

The todd, who was nearing his seventieth year, had an inherent desire to murder whomever was occupying the receiving end of the line, though he easily realized that making any kind of treacherous threat could drag his slowly greying muzzle into the courts of justice, answered with a renewed temperament. "Hello."

"Dad," the voice said, "I was wondering... wondering if you're available for dinner soon."

"Of course I'm available for dinner, Michael," the tod answered, "the more important question is whether your mother is."

There was a long sigh, "Dad, I know she's busy, but, please, for me, make some dinner reservations for... uhm... six?"

"Six? Why on God's green earth would I make reservations for six," he snarled, even as Scrooge and Darlene Eclipsers sat down in front of him. "Dad, don't pull this shit on me. We barely see one another as it is, just... just make some good promises. Please," the voice on the other line stated.

"I know we don't spend much time together," Richard said, "That's mostly because we both are adults and both have lives."

"Dad. Can you make the reservation for next week? Saturday or Sunday?"

"Michael," Richard said softly into the transmitter as he tried to keep his much wealthier clients from hearing, "Peter could get me a reservation for our entire family if I wanted. What are you asking for?"

Mike practically groaned and snarled at the same time, a grrnarl almost. "For the love of God, dad. All I want is for me, your daughter-in-law, a client, and his MOTHER to have dinner with us next weekend because the client has been a with us for thirty years AND his only interaction has been with Mousekewitz."

The fox's face seemed to light up as if a half a hundred candles had been stuck right to his fur. "Client! Mousekewitz! Money! Next Saturday Night. The Oasis Hotel and Casino. Eight o'clock. My treat."

Mike had half expected his father to keep rambling, but then again, the old todd smelled the scent of money and ran at it. He was certainly a good penny pincher, though not a very good father. Something Mike mused as his wife began to nuzzle against his chest, "You're right. As soon as I mentioned Mousekewitz, he changed his attitude."

Helen giggled as she kissed her husband on the chest, "Mmm... what can I say? Your father has a one track mind. I figured him out about 2 hours after I met him."

Mike leaned in to kiss the top of her head, "Are you sure you've never been married to Richard or one of his clients?"

Helen started off with, "Well...," but then immediately kissed her husband square on the lips. "Just his son," she murred deeply as she lay herself upon her husband.