Title is not a typo. I mean adoptor, as in adopt: to take up and make one’s own.
This fic is based on a dream I had about Boomhauer getting lost at sea. Unfortunately, as I wrote this, the part based on the dream got kinda smooshed. But I do like how this turned out, even if I do think it gets a little weak in places. I also think I put in too much Dale for a group-based episode. Curse my inability to not use him as much as properly possible! I don’t own the rights to Band-Aids. Enjoy the insanity!
The sun beat down onto Arlen, Texas unmercifully. Its searing rays attacked all that is surveyed, and those standing outside the Hill residence were no exception.
Hank Hill took a sip of cold, refreshing beer and looked up at the sky.
Yup, he commented, it sure is a scorcher today.