<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"You are not old enough to actually be my father, Gibbs," Tony protested.  Still, he followed his boss down the stairs towards the pizza.<br/>
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"Movie!" Jack voted cheerfully.  "Uncle Tony knows the best movies."<br/>
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Tony smiled.  "Your Papa tells me I yabba yabba about movies too much."<br/>
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Aaron rolled his eyes.  "I'm sure that's just at work.  C'mon, dish up pizza and get settled."<br/>
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By the time Emily arrived, they were watching Madagascar in honor of Jethro and Jack's trip to the zoo, and Tony was halfway to a pizza coma.  "Oh, great thanks --" Tony began, then snagged the sweatshirt with a furrowed brow.  "Damn, you profilers really do read minds."  He pulled it on over his head and blew out a breath.  "That's better."</span></span>