Bernie was in the basement of DabCity v2 Headquarters, going through boxes upon boxes of paperwork, stuff that really should have been filed and either destroyed or placed into more secure storage before the move, but it seemed as though Puppy had just sorted the numbered pages in an alternating “six, nine, four, twenty” pattern. It didn’t take him long to decipher the pattern, and when he did he had a little laugh at the childish joke.

He had finished sorting two boxes, properly, and setting them in their proper place, when Albino found him.

“Bernie, it’s time. We’ve received word from the Godfather of Hollywood, he wants to have a sit down with Chong, he’s not willing to wait.”

He looked up at Albino.

Get together our most trusted agents, a small team this time. We need you, Harper, DemTitties, Mortician. Bring Puppy if he’s sober. Same with Chester. This may seem like an innocent sit down, but I’m fully expecting an ambush.

Albino nodded his understanding, before turning and rushing up the stairs to gather everyone. Bernie turned to the box he was working on and softly slid the lid back onto it, petting it, wondering if it would ever actually get done now.

After a brief period of reflection, he walked up the stairs and to his room. There, he changed into his finest suit, with his mittens and beanie stashed in one side of his coat, and a .45 securely fastened to the other. He slid a knife into a small holster on his right ankle, and another .45 into his rear waistband. Finally, he placed a couple extra rounds of ammo, and stuffed his pockets with them.

Bernie made his way to the gathered cars, Chong sitting in the front beside the driver, Bernie slid in directly behind him. Chong turned to him; “Do you really think this ‘security detail’ is necessary? This Godfather, he’s a stand-up guy, he wouldn’t ambush us.”

Bernie patted him on the shoulder. Old friend, trust me here.

Chong nodded and gave the driver his approval to continue.

*****************A few moments later***********************************

As soon as they pulled into the secure compound of the Hollywood Godfather, they were completely buried in gunfire. The car, and the driver, didn’t make it long before getting a final blow, and to be honest, Bernie couldn’t see everything going on with the other members. All he could do is hope they would be okay, and do his best to drive forward. He saw Chong up ahead, making his way to the Godfather’s office, and decided to make his way to join him.

About midway there, Bernie was ambushed by a bulky younger gentleman, who pushed him to the ground, causing his glasses to break in half down the middle, and his nose to begin gushing blood. As he rolled over, the man was on top of him starting to pummel. He reached down with what strength he had left, and withdrew his hidden knife, driving it into the throat of the bigger man. As he fell over, he heard gunshots coming from the Godfather’s direction.

Feeling a sudden burst of adrenaline, he launched to his feet and took off towards the Godfather’s office. As he arrived, Chong walked out, wiping blood from his suit. “It’s done Bernie. You were right, and we’ve done it. Now I’m the Godfather of Hollywood. However, you sir look like shit.”

Bernie couldn’t help but laugh and grab Chong in a weak bear hug.

Good job old friend, I always knew you could do it.

Chong nodded in appreciation, and pointed to a car coming around the bend toward them, with Albino behind the wheel of the stolen ride. “We have one more surprise in store for this night yet. Get in.”

Bernie looked at him in surprise, he was usually in tune with changes, and could see a surprise coming a mile away. Alas, he stepped into the vehicle, and looked behind him to see DemTitties and Mortician there as well. He felt better that this wouldn’t have a Godfather twist, and settled into his seat as Albino drove close to the DabCity headquarters.

Even in the dark of night, he could see the brightly lit white house, and the sign over it plainly stating “Shady Pines.” He thought to himself that this certainly sounded like a pleasant enough place, and Albino pulled to the front door. Chong turned to him; “With me becoming Godfather, your job with DabCity is done. I’ve secured for you to run this place, as you see fit.”

Bernie’s eyes lit up as he gazed upon the White House before him. He had long dreamed of making it to the White House. He thought it was weird that they were in Hollywood, and not in D.C., but there was a huge House, and it was White! It had to be the White House, just had to be. Bernie shook Chong’s hand vigorously in thanks, as he stepped out of the vehicle, DemTitties and Mortician at his side. There was even a nice podium set up in front, or at least he thought it was a podium.

Ladies and Gentleman of the United States of America, I stand before you today to congratulate Godfather Chong on his ascension to the head of Hollywood. I’ve stood alongside this man from day one, and watched as he’s grown into the excellent Godfather he will be. I know that he is going to do the district of Hollywood, the city of Los Angeles, and the city of New York proud. I look forward to working alongside him, albeit in a different position, as I take my place as the head of the White House. I mean….. Shady Pines Retirement Home!

Bernie looked down at his notes, and then back and up to the sign, and made sure that he had read that correctly. It still didn’t click as he saw the soft white marble of his new White House, so he went with it and waved to the gathered crowd before shaking Godfather Chong’s hand and ushering DemTitties and Mortician into the home with him.

TheOfficeManager took his hat in his hand and looked at Chong. 

"You took me in like your own, for that I will be forever grateful. I will follow you until the end, whatever that may be"

He turned to Bernie...

"We didn't really get the chance to know each other, but from what I've seen I have no doubts you will bring a great future to this retirementhome of yours! Cheers to many...a few more years..."

TheOfficeManager hands Bernie a bottle of the finest wisky.

freddo steps out into the streets for the first time in a long time.

Chong, it is great to see you take godfather in Hollywood i know you will do great things.

Freddo shakes chongs hand and disappears back into the crowd

Harper hung around making sure the cleaners showed up after the ambush.

So much for the “This Godfather, he’s a stand-up guy, he wouldn’t ambush us.” I’m glad we listened to Bernie.  What the fuck were they shooting at, seems the cars were the targets.  We were the third car up.  We saw the cars in front take on gun fire.  Chester jump out, took three of them and they didn’t even see him. Stupid assholes concentrated on shooting up the cars with no one in them.  They were on the opposite side of the car in seconds.

By the time Harper arrived at the celebration it was in full swing. Drinks and food were flowing and everyone was having a good time.  She was really proud of the new Godfather’s accomplishment.  Not many know the kick ass shit he had to do to get there.  A smile came to her face as she watched both Chong and Bernie walked around proud with their chest stuck out.  Bernie finally got his White House, the Shady Pines Retirement Home.  Surely that place isn’t going to draw any unwarranted attention.

One of the host was passing by with a tray of champagne.  She pulled him to follow her over to where Chong and Bernie were standing.  She took 2 glasses of champagne off the tray, handed one to Chong, one to Bernie, and then took one off for herself.  She lifted up her glass

Congratulations Godfather Chong and Don Bernie, so deserved for the both of you.  It’s been a pleasure to be a part of your journeys and this great celebration, honoring two very special men.  Cheers

After finishing up a long night of jailbusting, Albino was beyond exhausted. He parked up the car outside of the celebration and must've nodded off for a while. Jumping as he startles awake in the drivers seat, he rubs his eyes and takes a sip of the cold coffee beside him. He climbs out and stretches out the aches from the all-nighter. He makes his way to the trunk, popping it open to find Tootsie fast asleep in the back.

"So that's where she's been all this time...?" He mutters to himself. Nudging her lifeless body, he speaks softly, "Tootsie..?" His face grew a little concerned when she didn't move at all. Raising his voice louder, he nudges her again, "TOOTSIE!" The lifeless body body rolls over, snorting n grumbling in a funny accent. He shakes his head, "Lazy son of a..."

Albino pushes her to one side, grabbing a gym bag from beneath her head. He unzips it and peers inside at the stacked bags of weed. "Time to party, Tootsie. Chong knocked the old cunt off his throne. Come party already." He looks at her body, now lifeless again. Nudging her once more, "TOOTSIE, WAKE THE FUCK UP AND COME PARTY!!"

Albino leaves the trunk open, shaking his head as he heads into the celebration. He dumps the bag with security and makes his way straight over to the crowd gathered around Chong and Bernie. The congregation parts as he approaches. Throwing his arms wide open, he embraces Chong tightly.

"Congratulations, you old bastard! You did it! Bet you thought you was toast for a minute there, eh?" Albino chuckles, patting him on the back as they release. "I'm so happy for you, man. You deserve it. I thought you'd make it a few days earlier if I'm honest, but let's not talk about that, eh?" Albino chucks him a wink and chuckles once more. He turns to Bernie, throwing his arms around him next. "And you, Bernie! Congratulations on your HQ, my man. Good work." Albino's smile spreads ear-to-ear. "I've left a treat for you boys with security. Now let's have a fucking party!!"