The next morning, Remy made his way down to the casino to find his father.

Mr. Fox wanted to try out some of the slot machines before they went down into the shopping mall below the hotel.

The casino was enormous to Remy. He saw several other people gambling at the machines or at the blackjack tables.

There was a chorus of slot machines ringing throughout the casino, along with the clanging of quarters.

Remy spied his father at one of the slots. He seemed totally preoccupied.

"Dad," he said.

Mr. Fox didn't answer.

"Dad, Mom's been looking for you."

His father turned to him. "Alright, just give me a minute."

He pulled the lever and the slot spun. Two bars and a cherry. The machine rang and a handful of quarters fell into the small container.

Remy watched his father, interested. And his interest grew with every pull. It looked like fun.

Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder. Remy turned around, expecting to see his mother. But instead, it was a security guard.

"Sorry son," he said sternly. "But we don't allow kids in the casino. So I'm going to ask you to leave."

Remy's heart sank. He slowly backed up.

His father looked up from the machine.

"You can't let your kids in here," the guard told him. "Not unless they're 21, which he obviously isn't."

Mr. Fox sighed. "Sorry about that." He gathered his quarters and got up.

"You see?" said his father angrily. "Don't ever let them catch you in here, understand?"

"Yes," said Remy ashamed. "Sorry."

"Alright, let's go find your mother."



The mall looked exactly like the streets of a marketplace in Ancient Rome. There were statues of gods over every shop. Large, beautifully crafted marble fountains were around every turn. And the ceiling looked just like the sky at midday.

Remy looked around in amazement. it was just like going back through time. His parents were especially impressed.

"Look!" said Mrs. Fox. "Over there!"

Right ahead of them was a young hound dog dressed as Elvis. He was posing for pictures for tourists.

The Fox's walked directly up to him.

"Elvis turned around. "You folks innerested in a few snapshots?" he asked in a Southern drawl.

"Sure," said Mrs. Fox. "Why not? Remy, get right next to him."

Remy tried not to show his shyness as he stood right next to Elvis.

Elvis placed an arm over his shoulder.

"Mrs. Fox got out her phone. "Alright, on the count of three, say cheese. One, two, three, cheese!"

Remy looked at the photo. "Really cool," he smiled.

He turned to Elvis. "Thanks, er, thank you."

"Don't you mean thankyouverymuch?" said Elvis.

Remy chuckled and shook his hand.

"How cool is that?" said his mother. "Now you can tell your friends you met Elvis."

Remy smiled. "Yeah, I sure did."

They made their way on through the mall, knowing they had only one more day left. They wanted to see as much as possible with the remaining time left.