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Ton checked his special 'Walt & Curt's Adventure Book' one more time, the pictures so carefully stuck on the page showing the gate number. Walt and Curt had sent it along with some cool stuff so when it came time he would know and Taddy had helped stick them into the book in order. Now it was time to visit and he knew exactly where they were each step of the way. Taddy had been so pleased, calling them to tell them what good boys they were to remember Ton. Ton was gonna give then an extra hug because it had been a nifty idea.

"Gate 3" he repeated as he held the book up to his Daddy, Taddy too busy arguing with Imp who was still trying to heave the bag back off the bench.

"Ifan don't make me go off on one" Ianto warned, finally snapping, "The bag goes in the belly of the plane and you cannot put it there yourself. They have staff for that and they know how to pack them best."

"But me glasses are in there!" he whined as he stomped a foot and the check-in lady smiled softly as she suggested he might want them as carry on.

"He has a collection of over fifteen empty frames he had begged borrowed and plain stolen" Ton stepped forward to explain, "He had grabbed a handful to shove in while Taddy was packing for us and they don't even have the glass bits. Taddy and me are in our disguises see? I am just Carlton and he is just Taddy."

"And who are you when the glasses come off?" she asked with amusement as the young man puffed out his chest in hero pose.

"I am the Tonninator, Cake fighter and devourer!" he said in a majestic voice as other staff stopped to watch with glee, "That is High Wizard Ianto of the Wilding Clan and maker of said cakes!"

"I see, we have some real celebrities flying today" she giggled as Ianto face palmed behind his unruly children. Jack didn't help.

"And I'm in disguise too, the difference is that when I put my glasses on I become super" he winked and she started to splutter as Ton turned to look at him.

"Dadda, no silliness in here. She looks like a nice lady and doesn't want to know about your speedos."

Roars of mirth filled check in as Ianto sighed and released Imp's hand to open his bag and choose a set of frames, slamming them on to tell them all he was the Imp of Doom.

Fitting.

Ianto really couldn't argue with that one.