Cherry Visits Atlantis: The Lost Empire

chapter 2

They soon came into the car together as Helga began to drive them to her employer's place. Eventually, she rode up to a gate of a manor with lightning flashing and thunder rumbling. Atticus closed his eyes during the storm, humming "A Few of my Favorite Things" to himself to calm himself from the storm since he used to hate storms as a child until Goku's wife helped him get over it.

Soon they were inside, and Helga gave her coat to one of the staff members. "This way, please...and don't drip on the Caravaggio." she advised.

"Uh, sure...whatever THAT is." replied Lionel.

Milo looked around as the others began to follow the blonde woman inside.

"Step lively. Mr. Whitmore does not like to be kept waiting," Helga said, leading Milo and the young group into the elevator before looking to Drell and Hilda. "Sorry, no room."

Drell and Hilda shrugged to each other as they decided to wait, so Drell came up behind Hilda with a smirk and hugged her closely to comfort her since she was worried about their son. Hilda blushed and giggled from that as it made her feel very warm and comfortable.

"You will address him as 'Mr. Whitmore' or 'Sir'," Helga told Milo on the way down the elevator, freshening him up a bit. "You will stand unless asked to be seated. Keep your sentences short and to the point. Are we clear?"

Milo let out a small gulp until the doors opened.

"Um...okay." Lionel replied.

The elevator doors soon opened and they were shown the office of Helga's boss, stumbling out from the elevator.

"And relax," Helga smirked as she shut the doors as they walked out to meet the man in question. "He doesn't bite... Often."

"Talia, is that you?" Cherry muttered to herself.

"Hm?" Lionel asked curiously and with a slight twinge of jealousy.

"Huh?" Cherry replied.

Lionel shook his head. "...It's nothing," he replied. "Honest."

Cherry glanced to the side then as they went to go meet the man they were asked to visit.

"Grandpa?" Milo muttered as he saw a portrait of two older man, recognizing one of them instantly.

"Finest explorer I ever met," The other old man, shown on the floor as he was stretching, informed before introducing himself before holding his foot out like a hand to be shaken. "Preston Whitmore. Pleasure to meet you, Milo."

"Whoa... That dude is seriously twisted...in a physical way, so to speak." Lionel noted.

"Heh... Hello there, sir." Sabrina greeted nervously.

"Hello there, little lady," Whitmore replied. "Any of you wanna join me in a little yoga?"

"Uh, no, no. Thank you," Milo said to him before asking, "Did you really know my grandfather?"

"Oh, yeah. Met old Thaddeus back in Georgetown," Whitmore replied as he stretched his arms and legs a bit. "Class of '66. We stayed close friends 'til the end of his days. Dragged me along on some disdainful expeditions," he noted. "Thatch was crazy as a fruit bat, he was. Spoke of you often."

"Funny...he never mentioned you." replied Milo awkwardly.

"Oh, he wouldn't," Whitmore said before standing on his head which made his robe drop down a bit, exposing between his legs. "He knew how much I liked my privacy."

"Ah!" The group yelped, turning away, covering their eyes from that.

"I keep a low profile." Whitmore continued, popping his bones a little.