Canon: 4th Season.

The sky was bright with stars and the light reflected off the water and lit up the North Avenue Beach in Chicago. The beach closed at 7pm and it was after 8pm when a figure walked slowly along the beach. This figure carried another smaller figure.

A sigh was heard. “Balki… tell me again why we couldn’t just look at the stars at the planetarium?”

The two men came into view, with Balki carrying Larry as though they had just finished a round of The Dance Of Joy. “Cousin, we can see so many stars from the beach—“

“A now closed for over an hour beach. I’ve probably got a parking ticket because the Mustang’s been in the lot for so long!” Larry moaned, interrupting Balki.

Balki shrugged. It was all he could do while carrying Larry. “Cousin, how your ankle feel?”

“Still hurts. Guess I twisted it real good. Why did we have to go out on the dock anyway?” Larry asked. He didn’t wait for an answer before continuing, “Maybe you should get a telescope for your star gazing.”

“Oh, I do’n need a telescope. I do my star gazing on tv,” Balki replied.

“No…” Larry paused, considering how to explain but shook his head.

They finished the walk to the parking lot in silence. When they arrived at the Mustang, Larry frowned. “Oh no, they did leave a ticket. Set me down so I can look at it.”

Balki set Larry down by the driver’s side windshield wiper and Larry leaned on his uninjured side and grabbed the paper tucked under the wiper. He looked at it, then sighed. “Looks like Harriet’s husband got me off the hook.” He handed Balki the note.

Balki looked at it and smiled. “I like Carl.”

Larry nodded. “Me too. Let’s go home.”

“Cousin, I drive us home,” Balki said, moving around Larry and blocking him.

“It’s my car,” Larry argued.

Balki shook his head.

“It is so!” Larry exclaimed, frustrated.

“No, Cousin, I know its your car but your foot is hurt. I have two unhurt feet. I can drive us,” Balki said.

Larry frowned. “You’ll have to move the seat and the mirror after I got both right where I want them…” He was bordering on whining.

“Cousin, I put both back where you want. I do that since I got my driver’s license three years ago,” Balki said.

“Wait… ohh…” Larry’s eyebrows lifted in realization. “I can’t believe I never noticed I didn’t have to adjust anything after you used the Mustang. You always put everything back the way I had it.”

Balki nodded, smiling. “Can I drive us home, Cousin?”

Larry dug in a pocket and pulled out a keychain. “Thank you, Balki.”

“Your car has keys?” Balki asked innocently.

“What!?l” Larry exclaimed, eyes wide and eyebrows as high as they’ll go.

“Gotcha!” Balki exclaimed then slid into the driver’s seat.

Larry meanwhile looked stunned and had a hand over his chest. He looked up at the sky. “Now I know why Sanford always said he was going to join Elizabeth.” He shook his head and used the hood to limp around to the passenger side and got in.

The Mustang’s lights came on then it slowly left the parking lot.

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