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Friday, April 13, 2068, 4:00 p.m., Tracy Island

"Daaaaaad!" Tyler called as he burst into the lounge from the study, followed closely by Alex.

Jeff looked up from his last-minute attempts to get some work done before he left. "Son, what have I said about knocking?"

Tyler stopped before his desk, breathless, and drew himself up to attention. Alex stood behind him as if using his younger brother as shield from their father's possible wrathful reaction.

"I know, sir, and I'm sorry, sir, but... but...," Tyler said, his words tumbling out one after another. "But this is an emergency!" he finally spit out.

"What kind of emergency?" Jeff asked, getting up from behind his desk.

"A BIG emergency!" Tyler cried, waving his skinny arms.

"Alex? Do you know what he's talking about?"

Alex looked rather sheepish, and scratched the back of his head. "Yes, sir. I do. He's kinda blowing it out of proportion."

Jeff stopped in his tracks and put his hands on his hips. "Okay, boys. Before we go any further, what is the problem?"

"It might be better if we show you, Dad," Alex said.

Jeff sighed. ~So much for getting anything else done. "All right, all right, show me."

Tyler grabbed Jeff's hand and started pulling him from the room. They descended the stairs to the lower level and turned in at the door to the family game room. The younger boy dropped his father's hand and ran over to the two pinball machines that stood against the far wall.

"Look, Dad!" he said as he turned the machine on.

"What am I looking at?" Jeff asked. He played pinball with his youngest sons on occasion, but not enough to know all the ins and outs of the machine.

"The high scores, Dad," Alex said, coming up behind him. "Tyler's initials were on top and he's had the highest score... until today."

The pinball machine was cycling through its enticement blurbs one by one and finally, the top three scores and their owners flashed up on the small screen. None of the initials were Tyler's, in fact, they all seemed to be... words. Three letter words. "CAT, DOG, BUS..." Jeff chuckled as he read them. "Looks like you've got a 'ghost in the machine'."

Alex's eyes widened, then narrowed. "Yeah, Dad. And I think I can name him, too."

"Who?" Tyler asked, frowning.

"Gordon!" Alex said firmly. "Dad? Am I right?"

"Very likely, son," Jeff affirmed. "I guess he decided that Friday the 13th was a better day to pull pranks than April Fool's Day."

"Wait until I get my hands on him!" Tyler cried angrily.

Jeff laughed. The boy sounded as if he could actually do something to Gordon.

"Don't worry, Tyler. I'll have a word with him. I'm sure he has a plan to put things back to normal afterward if that's possible."

"No, Dad," Alex said, a sly smile spreading over his face. He glanced at his younger brother. "We'll take care of it. You and Mom just enjoy yourselves in Kansas."

Jeff's eyes flicked from son to son. "Why do I have the feeling that the minute my back is turned, all hell is going to break loose?"

Alex's expression became angelic. "Oh no, Dad. We're just going to get Gordon to change the scores back... that's all."

"That's all?"

"Yeah, Dad. That's all," Tyler told him. He didn't know what his next oldest brother had in mind, but he wanted in on it. And very likely their father would stop it if he knew what it was.

"Okay," Jeff said, taking the plunge and hoping that he wasn't going to regret his decision. "I'll leave it to the two of you."

"Thanks, Dad," they chorused. Alex nudged Tyler. "C'mon, let's go outside and see if we can find Gordon." Tyler nodded, and the two of them bolted from the room.

Jeff watched them go, then looked back at the pinball machines. ~Gordon, I hope you are ready for your younger brothers' wrath. They're getting to be just as inventive as you are.

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