Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries.

Ch 9: We're family. Remember.

    A/N: currently OBSESSED with Shakespeare's quotes. WHY DID I NOT READ ALL OF THEM BEFORE?!? (They're on my bio) Also, guys - #6 now?? wow, THIS made me update. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!

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"Family is not an important thing, it's everything." ~ Michael J Fox.

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                 •BRAD•

I spread out the blue print in front of us on the library table. Ron was hovering over with his hands on our seats.

"Mom might be in the garage." Chad said.

Mom?

"Yes, mom. My mom. Your mom. We're family remember?" He asked.

I gave him a confused look, realising that I had said that aloud.

"Look, I want you to know that even if this mission fails – which it won't –" he added quickly and continued after he saw that I was fine, "I will always be there for you. You have the support of my whole family. So just think of it like this – you have two moms. You're trying to save one. Okay?"

I was stunned. But I composed myself, some how and said, "Okay." And tried for a small smile.

'We're your family', 'Your mom is also my mom', 'I will always be here for you.'

Not really. I don't think Chad understands – you can't just replace a member of your family. If you lose them, you lose them forever. You can't join a family like you'd join a club – it doesn't work like that. You're born in your family. You're brought up with your family. Chad is trying his best to help me, but he doesn't really know what I'm dealing with. Not that I'd ever want him to experience my pain. Ever.

"The plan." I said, stopping him from saying anything sappy.

"So, mom's probably going to be in the garage. Let's check that area first – together. Then we split up." He said.

"I'll check the living room and the kitchen, you check the rooms upstairs."

"Dude, there are about ten rooms upstairs."

"You check six rooms, I'll check five." I said.

"And once we find her, we have to get her into the truck. How?" Chad asked, putting on his thinking face.

"We can just tie her to a rope and lower her down into the truck through the window. Or, we can cannon ball her straight into my house. Perfect, right?" I said, rolling my eyes.

He looked at me as if he was actually considering it.

"Of course not, you idiot! We just untie her and take her to the truck!" I said.

"But what if there are obstructions? You never know." He said.

Oh.

"Then maybe tying her to a rope and lowering her down to the truck is a good idea."

"Yeah, we just need to carry some... Utensils."