Inside Walter''s Cabin

Walter was hunched over his workbench, sketching out fireworks for Baby. His blueprints were covered in adorable bunnies—each one fluffy, bright-eyed, and bursting with life.

It was an odd sight: an old man in his seventies, patiently drawing cute animals with a look of pure tenderness, nothing remotely threatening about him.

But the words tacked up on his wall told a different story: "Respect is earned at the tip of a de; truth is found at the end of a cannon''s range!"

And beneath those bunny sketches? Stacks of designs for next-gen fighter jets and flying aircraft carriers.

Some of his work had even been featured at the big November Air Show, though those were just the older models.

After all, you can''t disy thetest inventions right out in the open-standard protocol. When you see them showing off a new jet, you can bet the next two or three generations are already rolling off the assembly line. Who knows, maybe versions five and six are flying secret missions as we speak!

So, if you''re ever at an air show, don''t be too impressed by what you see on stage just remember, the really cool stuff is still locked away, out of sight.

But if you wanted excitement, you had to check out the scene with Evan.

Deep in the thick woods, the tension was so thick it scared off the wildlife— nothing but the smell of gunpowder and the sound of arguing voices.

"Evan, you gotta listen to me!"

"No, Evan, he''s just a footnote in Bernard''s win column. Bernard''s the real deal, you should listen to him!"

"Evan, sure, I can''t beat him in a straight fight, but when ites to stealth and evasion, I''m in a whole different league!"

"Oh, really? Big talk for someone who''s never faced me head-on!"

"If you don''t buy it, let''s put it to the test!"

"Bring it on! Whoever backs down isn''t a real man!"

Bernard and the scar-faced big guy were at each other''s throats, then suddenly turned to Evan and shouted in unison,

"Evan, you be the judge!"

And off they ran.

Evan was left standing there, his head spinning. He racked his brain, spit flying as he tried to talk them down-just barely managing to get them to bury the hatchet and face amon enemy.

But then came another problem: who would teach Evan their skills?

Each was convinced their way was best.

If Evan trained with one, the other sulked. If he switched, the roles reversed.

Meanwhile, White had found the perfect spot to sit back, snack on a bag of trail mix, and enjoy the chaos.

High above, a fat python watched from the branches. Not appreciating White''s intrusion, it flicked its tongue and lunged.

White whipped his head around his narrow eyes glinting coldly. He raised his head, hissed, and mimicked a striking pose.

The python locked eyes with him and, for some reason, went pale as a ghost- then shot away at top speed.

White was stunned. "Huh?"

It ran off? Just like that? They hadn''t even started fighting! Did the snake know him or something?

Curiosity piqued, White forgot the drama below and dashed after the snake through the underbrush.

Back under the big oak, Evan was desperate to keep the two old-timers froming to blows again.

"This isn''t fair!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the trees and sending birds flying. “Uncle, you''re still injured! Even if Bernard won, it wouldn''t count for much!"

Soon enough, both men returned—almost at the same time-standing right in

front of Evan.

He exhaled in relief.

"Look, enough bickering! Here''s how it''s going to work:"

"In the mornings, I''m learning from Bernard. Uncle, you can''t interrupt."

"In the afternoons, it''s Uncle''s turn.

Bernard, you''re just an observer. No

even if you

keep it to yourself!"

"But I still need time to help Walter with the new gadgets, so I can''t spend all day with you two."

Both Bernard and his rival frowned, clearly not thrilled with the arrangement.

Evan just shrugged and pouted, "If you don''t like it, fine! I''ll just go hang out with Walter instead. See ya!"

He turned on his heel, ready to walk away.

But before he could take a step, two

big one from each sidended firmly on his showers.

Both men, in perfect unison, said-