Cyril was digging through his attic the minute he got home. He was throwing things around, searching frantically for something.

"I know I put it up here somewhere, now where in the world is it?" he asked himself.

Cyril continued to dig through the boxes in the attic, throwing things in all kinds of directions. Finally, he found the box he was looking for.

"Ah ha!" he shouted, as he opened the box. "Here it is."

Cyril carried the box downstairs, and into his office. He pulled out a piece of paper, wrote something on it, and stuck it in the box. Then, he left for the Raccoondominum.

When Cyril arrived, he checked the window to make sure Sophia was still there. She was, and she was still crying.

"Well," Cyril said. "Here goes nothing."

Cyril walked up to the front door, put the box on the front porch, knocked on the door, and then ran to hide somewhere. Shortly thereafter, Sophia opened the door, and saw the box there.

"I wonder what this is?" she asked, picking it up. She took off the lid, took out the note, and started to read it.

"Consider this your wedding present, signed C. S.," she read aloud. "C. S.? I wonder who C. S. is?"

Sophia brought the box inside, and put it on the table. Cyril carefully climbed out of his hiding place, and looked through the window. Sophia looked inside the box, and pulled out a wedding dress. It was obviously an old dress, but she wasn't sure how old. The top and sleeves were made of lace, over a strapless satin bodice. It had a full skirt made of satin, underneath a layer of tulle. A tulle veil with silk roses on it was also in the box. Sophia gasped in disbelief.

"I don't believe it!" she shouted. "I just don't believe it! I've got to hurry!"

Sophia dashed upstairs to change. Cyril breathed of relief. That nagging guilt feeling was lifting.

"I've got to get going myself," he said, and he raced back to the mansion.

Meanwhile, The Raccoons were just finishing up telling Cedric what had happened.

"This was low, even for Pop!" Cedric shouted.

"That's what we thought," Bert said. "So what do we do now?"

"Well, we may not have any other choice than to cancel the ceremony," Ralph said.

"And then we'll go find Cyril Sneer and clobber him!" Bert shouted. "I'll give him a right, and a left and . . . ."

Bert was pumping his fists in a mock fight when he accidentally punched himself in the nose, and fell to the floor.

"Come on, Bert," Ralph said. "Let's go."

"Go where?" Bert asked.

"You've got to tell everyone out there that the ceremony's been cancelled."

"Why me?!"

"It's the best man's job to announce any changes."

"Why's that?"

"Beats me."

Bert sighed, and he walked out to the alter to face the guests. Most of them were people from the media.

"Uhh, attention, everyone," Bert said, slightly nervous. "Due to circumstances beyond our control . . . . .uhhh . . . . ."

Bert wasn't exactly sure how to put this. As a matter of fact, he was dying out there! Melissa sighed.

"Ralph, you'd better go out there and help him," she said.

"Right," Ralph replied, and he started towards the alter himself.

It was then that Melissa glanced out the window, and saw a cab pull up to the chapel. Sophia climbed out of the cab, paid the driver, and then raced inside the chapel, breathlessly.

"Sorry I'm late," she said, trying to catch her breath.

"Sophia, I thought you wanted to cancel the ceremony!" Melissa shouted.

"I did, but then someone left a box on the front porch, and inside was this wedding dress."

"That means the show must go on. I'll be right back."

Melissa raced down the aisle up to the alter, where Ralph and Bert were just about to give the final announcement that the wedding has been cancelled.

"Wait! Wait a minute!" Melissa shouted. "Ladies and gentlemen, there will be a slight delay in the program. The ceremony will go on as scheduled. Bert, go find Cedric and tell him we're ready."

"What's going on?" Bert asked. "First it's cancelled, then it's back on . . . . I don't get it."

"Just find Cedric and tell him Sophia's here and we're ready," Melissa said.

Bert shrugged, and went to find Cedric. He found him outside the chapel, ready to go home.

"Hey, Cedric wait!" he called. "Melissa said Sophia just arrived, and they're ready to start."

"Really?" Cedric asked.

"Would I lie?" Bert asked. Then he thought this over for a minute. "Don't answer that."

Bert and Cedric raced back into the chapel to take their positions. Melissa and Sophia were working on getting themselves, organized as well. Schafer was trying to keep Broo, who would be carrying the rings on a pillow on his back, to stand still. Broo was jumping around, barking like crazy. He was excited, to say the least.

"I think we're ready to go," Melissa said.

"Not quite," a voice said from the doorway. Everyone turned around to find, of all people, Cyril Sneer, standing there. Broo growled, and got ready to give him a good bite in the leg, but Schafer picked up the little puppy to calm him down.

"Cyril Sneer?" Ralph asked, a little surprised.

"Haven't you caused enough trouble around here for one day?" Melissa asked.

"So tell me what's wrong with a father wanting to take part in his son's wedding?" Cyril asked.

"But I thought you were against this wedding," Schafer said.

"So I had a change of heart," Cyril said.

"Before or after you ruined Sophia's dress?" Melissa asked.

"Hey, you guys!" Bert shouted, coming into the back room. "What's going on back here? We're ready to start and . . . . . what's he doing here?"

"Cyril wants to take part in the wedding," Ralph said with a shrug.

"Why, so he can ruin it?" Bert asked.

"Very funny," Cyril said.

"I think we should let him," Sophia said.

Everyone there turned to look at her as if she were crazy. They couldn't believe Sophia had just said that.

"Sophia, are you nuts!" Bert shouted. "This is Cyril Sneer we're talking about!"

"I know," Sophia said. "But why can't we at least give Mr. Sneer a chance?"

Bert sighed, rolled his eyes, and walked out to the front. He came back a few minutes later.

"Do what you want, Sophia," he said. "But speed it up. The natives are getting restless."

"We'd better get started," Ralph said. "Come on, Schafer."

Ralph and Schafer went out to the church and took their seats. Broo gave a final growl to Cyril, and then started down the aisle.

"So what exactly are you going to do?" Melissa asked Cyril, slightly suspicious of him.

"All I'm planning to do is walk down the aisle with Sofa Gir . . . . errrr, Sophia," Cyril said.

"That's all?"

"Of course that's all! Sheesh, you do one thing wrong, and you're branded for life!"

Melissa just shook her head, and started walking down the aisle. Then, the old classic "Here Comes the Bride" started to play.

"Well, here goes nothing," Cyril said, and he started to escort Sophia down the aisle.

Cedric had been standing there at the alter waiting nervously. When he saw his father coming down the aisle, walking next to Sophia, he nearly had a heart attack.

"Pop!" he shouted. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, just decided to swing by and watch the ceremony," Cyril said.

"Well, then, if you're just here for that, how come you came down the aisle with Sophia?"

"Well, I thought as long as I was here, and as long as she was just standing there, I figured what the heck?"

And with that Cyril sat down, and watched the whole ceremony. It was pretty normal as far as wedding ceremonies go.

"If anyone here thinks that these two should not be joined in matrimony," the officiant said. "Let them speak now, or forever hold their peace."

Everyone in the room turned to look directly at Cyril, waiting for him to throw out an objection. Cyril shifted uncomfortably in his seat, chewed on the end of his cigar, and remained silent. After that, the ceremony continued. There was just one small moment that happened, though. Cedric ended up with a case of stage fright at one point.

"Do you, Cedric, take Sophia to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the officiant asked.

"I, uhh, I, uhh . . . ." Cedric stammered, nervously.

"He does!" Ralph, Bert, and Melissa shouted in unison.

"Yeah, what they said," Cedric replied. "I mean, I do."

Sophia giggled over that one. Finally, Cedric and Sophia exchanged rings, and the officiant of course said those famous last words of weddings,

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Of course, Cedric was so nervous about this whole thing, when he leaned in to kiss Sophia, he not only went in the wrong direction, he lost his balance and crashed to the floor.

"Cedric!" Sophia shouted. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah," Cedric said, getting up. "I'm okay."

That was probably going to be one highlight of the entire wedding. If it didn't end up on one of those Funniest Home Video shows first.

After Cedric did manage to kiss the bride (without falling on his face, that is), everyone left the chapel and started towards the Raccoondominium for the reception. Since it was just the Raccoons, Schafer, and Broo (and Cyril and the Pigs at the last minute), it was just going to be a very small one.

At one point, Melissa put a tape on the stereo, and there was some more dancing, but not much. After awhile, Cedric was talking to Bert about the ceremony.

"Be prepared for the ball and chain bit, Cedric," Bert said. "I've seen it around here too often."

"I heard that, Bert!" Ralph shouted.

"Hey, come on, I was just kidding!" Bert said. "We all know Melissa's not a battle axe! Not all the time, anyway."

"Very funny," Melissa, who had heard the comment, said. "Just for that, I'm not buying any more peanut butter for a week."

"Huh!" Bert shouted. "Hey come on! No fair!"

"Forget it, Bert," Cedric said. "You know there's only one thing that's been bothering me about this wedding."

"What's that?" Bert asked. "That your dad didn't try anything to ruin it any more than he already has?"

"No, it's not that. It's just that . . . . . well, I think I might have seen Sophia's dress before, but I can't think of where."

"Yeah, now that you mention it, I think I've seen it before, too. You know, it kind of reminds me of that picture we found in your attic."

"That's it!" Cedric shouted, suddenly. "That picture of my mother that you and I found when we were trying to figure out what Pop was hiding. I think that's the dress she wore when she and Pop got married."

"Well, then how did Sophia get it?" Bert asked.

Bert and Cedric looked at each other for a moment or so, and then they looked over at Cyril, who was just sitting around, doing nothing.

"You don't think . . . ." Cedric said.

"Only one way to find out," Bert said. "Hey, Cyril! Come here, we want to talk to you."

"Well, what is it?" Cyril asked.

"We already know how you ruined Sophia's other wedding dress," Bert said. "And Cedric and I recognized it from that picture when you and your wife got married."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Cyril said.

"Come on, Pop," Cedric replied. "That's Mom's wedding dress, isn't it?"

"All right, so maybe it is," Cyril said. "So what?"

"You gave it to Sophia, didn't you?"

"I only did it so I could get rid of this guilt trip I was having."

"You know, Cyril," Bert said. "You're not really so bad, are ya? In fact, you're a pretty decent guy."

"Yeah," Cyril said. "Just do me one favor."

"What's that?"

"Don't tell anybody."

Bert and Cedric looked at each other and shrugged. After awhile, the small reception broke up, and Cedric and Sophia headed to the train station to leave on their honeymoon. They were going to spend a week down south, to soak up some sun on the beaches.

"Well, it's official now," Cyril said, as the train departed. "My son, the married man."

That was all there was to it. It seemed Cyril was getting used to the fact that Cedric was married now. He was also getting used to the fact that Sophia had moved into the Sneer mansion, only because she and Cedric couldn't afford their own place at the time. But it was a big house, so Cyril was able to avoid Sophia most of the time.

Two months after Cedric and Sophia had returned from their honeymoon, Cyril was busy looking through the business section of the newspaper, trying to figure out what would be a good venture, money-wise. As he was going through the paper, he heard bits and pieces of a conversation between Cedric and Sophia.

"So how are we going to tell Pop?" Cedric asked.

"I'm not exactly sure how he's going to take it," Sophia said.

"Well, I told Bert, and he said that Pop's likely to drop dead. Kind of makes me nervous to tell him."

"Me too. I know your father's temper."

Cyril chewed on the end of his cigar, and stormed out of his office to find out what in the world they were talking about this time.

"What in blazes are you two babbling about now!" he shouted.

"You want to tell him?" Cedric asked.

"He's your father," Sophia said. "You tell him."

"Well, you're the one who's gonna . . . . ."

"Will one of you just tell me already!" Cyril shouted.

Cedric and Sophia glanced at each other. Then they gripped each others hands, took a deep breath, and said, in perfect unison.

"We're going to have a baby."

"Eeep!" Cyril shouted, and fainted right there to the floor, in complete and total shock.

The End