Warning: This is going to be a short ending because I couldn't really go anywhere else with it. But I hope you enjoy it all the same!

The Douglas Farm

A couple of days later, all the regular residents of Hooterville gathered in the Douglas barn for a small, intimate party celebrating the return of the old Oliver, the safe return of Lisa, and the healing and adopting of Eb. Hours dourves and drinks were served and lively music played out of a juke box. People ate, danced, talked and laughed, and everyone was obviously having a marvelous time.

About three hours into the party, Oliver set up a couple of crates in the middle of the barn and carefully stood upon them. He raised his champagne glass and tapped it with his fork until he had everyone's attention.

"Hello, everyone," he called out. "Um, before the night ends, I would like a make a few toasts to the people who are most important in my life." He cleared his throat slightly before continuing.

"First, I would like to toast all of you, my friends. I know I've always made those long-winded speeches about how city people can't compare to farm people…"

"Boy, do you ever," Mr. Ziffel said sarcastically, causing a ripple of laughter from the crowd. Oliver chuckled.

"Well, this is probably going to sound like one of the speeches, but I needed to let you know that I really do mean it when I say farm people are different from city people. In the city, I didn't have a large circle of friends like I do here. I couldn't, everyone was always so wrapped in their careers and the rat race of the city. But here, here people actually cared about other people. Here I feel that you people just aren't my neighbors, but dear friends, and even members of my family."

"What I'm trying to say is I've never had such close friends as all of you are to me, and I truly don't know what I would do without your friendship. I greatly appreciate it." An embarrassed but sentimental silence fell over the crowd, so Oliver decided to move on.

"Next I would like to make a toast to my lovely wife Lisa. My wife who has managed to mispronounce every word in the English language, who has managed to break every piece of dishware we own, and who has probably the least domestic talent out of anyone I know," Oliver said to her with a fond smile. The crowd laughed and Lisa smiled sheepishly.

"But in spite of all this, or perhaps even because of it, I love her more than the day I married her. And even after all these years, her beauty, kind heart, and all together loveliness still manage to amaze me every day. I love you, Lisa."

"I love you too, dahling," Lisa replied, wiping a few tears that spilled over her eyes. Everybody else ahhed sentimentally.

"And last but not least, I would like to raise my glass to my new son. Although I never liked to admit it, I was always particularly found of him. His naivety, good heart, and quick wit always warmed my heart, and no matter how I tried to fight it, I couldn't help but feel that he already belonged to my family. Now, it is official, and I couldn't be more proud of him or grateful to him for saving the person I love most in the world. Thank you very much…son."

As if to preserve the touching moment, the party-goers stayed silent for a few seconds more. Finally, Oliver broke the silence.

"Cheers," he said as he raised his glass, his voice full of emotion.

"Cheers," the crowd repeated. Then, in perfect unison, everyone took a sip of their drinks, knowing well that from that night on, all were more united than ever.

After the beautiful affections exchanged, no one felt much like partying anymore. About fifteen minutes later, everyone had cleared out and left Oliver, Lisa and Eb on the farm alone. Not feeling up to cleaning up the barn just yet, the three settled for watching a movie on the television together in the bedroom.

An hour later, at the conclusion of the movie, Lisa sighed.

"Oh Olivah, don't you just love happy endings," Lisa asked him, referring to the movie on the television. But as Oliver turned at looked at his new family, he couldn't help but smile and take it as something more.

"Indeed I do, Lisa," he replied as he put her arms around her and patted Eb on the back. "Indeed I do."


Well, that's it! Another story down! I hope you liked it! And don't worry! You definitely haven't heard the last of me! I have plenty of more ideas to choose from and I will be back as soon as I pick one! In the mean time, you can read my ideas to get an idea as to what I'm going to write about! Until then, adios!