" DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD! WAKE UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!" Clemmons shouted in Duke's ear.

" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!" Allen added, running around the room.

" What happened now?" Duke asked, already knowing  it would be bad.

" MIA'S DRIVING MOM'S FIRE TRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Allen yelled.

Duke sprang out of bed, his heart pounding once again. "What do you mean, she's driving the fire truck?"

Clemmons, still panicked, nodded vigorously. "We saw her, Dad! She's going so fast!"

"She's going 100 miles per hour!" Allen added, his voice a mixture of fear and awe.

Duke didn't waste another second. He grabbed his phone and dialed the police and yelled to his wife as he rushed down the stairs. "Freya, Mia's driving your fire truck! She's going 100 miles per hour!"

Freya, still groggy, snapped awake. "What?! How did she even start it?"

"No idea, but we need to find her now!" Duke replied, throwing on a jacket and grabbing the car keys. "Meet us on the main road; we'll try to catch up."

Duke, Allen, Clemmons, and Buster piled into the car. As they sped down the road, Duke's phone buzzed with a call from the police station. "Chief Wheeler here. We've got reports of a fire truck speeding through town. I assume it's your kid?"

"Yes, Chief. We're on it. Please help us intercept her safely," Duke responded.

"Already on it," Chief Wheeler assured him. "We've got patrol cars tracking her. We'll keep her safe."

As they drove, they spotted the fire truck in the distance, its sirens blaring and lights flashing. Mia was behind the wheel, her small frame barely visible, but her driving was surprisingly smooth despite the high speed.

"There she is!" Allen shouted, pointing.

Clemmons, seeing the truck zoom past, screamed, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Duke sped up, trying to close the distance. "Hang on, everyone!"

The patrol cars had formed a perimeter around the fire truck, guiding Mia and keeping other vehicles at a safe distance. Freya's fire truck maneuvered through the traffic like a racecar, dodging obstacles with precision.

"Mia's a really good driver," Buster signed, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and admiration.

Duke pulled up alongside the fire truck and rolled down his window. "Mia! Pull over!"

Mia looked over and, recognizing her dad, nodded. She expertly maneuvered the truck to the side of the road, finally bringing it to a stop. Duke and the boys quickly got out of the car and ran to the truck.

Freya arrived moments later, her face a mix of worry and relief. She opened the door and scooped Mia into her arms. "Sweetheart, what were you thinking?"

Mia, still holding the steering wheel, looked up innocently. "I wanted to be a hero, like you and Daddy."

Duke sighed, his heart rate finally slowing down. "Mia, you can't drive without a license, and especially not at those speeds. It's dangerous."

Mia's eyes filled with tears. "I just wanted to help."

Freya hugged her tightly. "We know, honey. But there are safer ways to help. Let's promise to stick to those, okay?"

Mia nodded, sniffling. "Okay, Mommy."

Chief Wheeler approached, a kind smile on his face. "Mia, you gave us quite a scare. But you're lucky to have such a great family looking out for you."

Mia nodded, hugging her mom tighter.

As they all headed back home, Freya and Duke exchanged relieved glances. They knew they had more adventures ahead with their fearless daughter, but for now, they were just grateful she was safe. For now.

A few hours later Allen burst into Duke's room and said, "Mia's got reservations to a restaurant with a dog! She just went into a taxi!"

Duke shot up in bed, disoriented for a moment before the urgency in Allen's voice registered. "What do you mean Mia's got reservations at a restaurant with a dog?"

Allen paced back and forth, his hands waving frantically. "She just hopped into a taxi with Buster, and they said something about having a reservation for dinner with a dog!"

Duke's mind raced. "What restaurant? Did they say where they were going?"

Clemmons burst into the room, his eyes wide with worry. "Where's Mia?! Allen said she's gone off to dinner with a dog!"

Duke quickly got out of bed, pulling on his robe. "Get in the car. We have to find them before Mia gets herself into more trouble."

Freya, now awake from the commotion, joined them in the hallway. "What's going on?"

Duke quickly explained the situation as they rushed downstairs. "Mia and Buster have taken a taxi to a restaurant. Apparently, they have reservations with a dog."

Freya frowned, concern etching her features. "Reservations with a dog? What does that even mean?"

Duke shook his head as they piled into the car. "I have no idea. Let's just hope they're safe."

They drove through town, scanning the streets for any sign of Mia and Buster. Duke's phone buzzed with a text message from Allen. "They went to the fancy French place down by the river!"

Duke nodded, heading in that direction. "Alright, we're on our way."

As they approached the restaurant, Duke spotted Mia and Buster standing outside with a small crowd gathered around them. Mia was holding a leash, and Buster was petting a large, fluffy dog.

Duke pulled over and got out of the car, rushing over to them. "Mia! Buster! What are you doing here?"

Mia looked up, her face lighting up with excitement. "Daddy! We made reservations for dinner with Mr. Fluffykins here!"

Buster grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, Mia thought it would be fun to have dinner with a dog, so we found Mr. Fluffykins and brought him along."

Freya walked up, her expression torn between amusement and exasperation. "You brought a dog to a restaurant?"

Mia nodded enthusiastically. "Yep! And everyone here loves Mr. Fluffykins!"

Indeed, the onlookers were smiling and taking pictures of the unusual scene.

Duke sighed, trying to hide a smile. "Mia, it's great that you want to do fun things, but you can't just bring animals into restaurants without asking first."

Mia's face fell slightly. "I'm sorry, Daddy."

Duke kneeled down and hugged her. "It's okay, sweetheart. Let's make sure Mr. Fluffykins gets back home safely, and then we'll talk about why we need to ask permission first, okay?"

Mia nodded, hugging her dad back tightly.

As they walked back to the car with Mr. Fluffykins in tow, Duke glanced at Freya, who was shaking her head with a mix of amusement and relief. "Well, at least this adventure didn't involve high-speed vehicles."

Freya chuckled. "Small victories, I guess."

They loaded into the car, Mia still beaming with pride over her dinner with Mr. Fluffykins, while Buster tried to explain to Allen and Clemmons what had happened. As they drove home, Duke couldn't help but feel grateful for his adventurous children, even if they did manage to keep him on his toes at all times.