A/N: Here is my take on how Kettlecorn should go. It's very complicated, and if I say anything SprouseGoose or Man of Faith have written in their story, it's by accident. Takes place in 2011, in their senior year.

"Finally," Zack groaned, "We are here in New York City. The Big Apple. The place all Red Sox fans hate. "

Seven Seas High had just docked in New York Harbor and they were being given the gift of Spring Break in New York. The entire school was going to stay at the New York Tipton, and they would be given luxury items and tickets to basically anything, from sporting events to Broadway. They would see Marcus for the first time since he left, so that was exciting to everyone.

"Alright, class," Miss Tutweiler shouted, "Here are your taxi cab arrangements. In the first cab are Bailey, Woody, Cody, Zack, London, and Maya. You guys, go!"

The five teens and London made a break for the cab, and they were on their way.

As soon as they got in, they started talking.

"So London, how many times have you been to New York? 50?" Cody joked, getting laughs from Bailey and Woody.

"No! I've only been here 45 times! I bet you haven't been here as much."

Zack answered, "Of course not. We came here once and got to see Old Yankee Stadium. It was amazing. Cody, do you think you're up to seeing the Red Sox demolish the Yanks?"

"Zack, I'm ready to see the Red Sox beat the Yankees anytime of the year, even when I'm moisturizing!"

Maya looked at him weirdly and whispered to Bailey, "He moisturizes?"

Bailey just looked Cody dreamily, dreaming about his moisturizing for a split second until Maya noticed. "You still love him!"

"Please, we are so over," Bailey whispered, just so it was the two of them.

"Whatever," Maya replied, unconvinced.

The taxicab driver announced, "Here is the Tipton. I'll call a bellhop for you. " And so he did.

*****AT CODY'S ROOM*************************************************************

Cody unpacked his stuff. He had his own room, as his academic achievements convinced Moseby to let him have this room. He planned to relax and chill today, and head out tomorrow to watch Marcus on Broadway. What he didn't know was that his whole vacation was going to be thrown ridiculously upside down because of one little phone call for someone else.

London stormed into the room. She was in her dopey mode, and needed Cody's help.

"Cody, an eviction is when people find you guilty of doing something bad, right?" London asked her longtime friend.

"No, that's a conviction. An eviction is when you are kicked out of your house."

London stomped her foot. "Darn! I really wanted to have Bailey in jail!" she pouted, putting on a pouty face.

Cody froze. "Wait, are you saying Bailey is being evicted from her home?" Cody was genuinely worried.

"Yeah, Goose called her."

"Don't you mean that Moose called Bailey?"

"Whatever. Anyway, he told her that her father wanted her to come home because of the foreclosure, and that her dad had told Moose to tell her. I gave her tickets for a plane flight tonight from JFK to Kettlepot, with a layover in Mexico City."

Cody was shocked, but he was wondering something. "Why a layover in Mexico City? Isn't that going round-about?"

"I know, but that was all she could afford. She is poor as dirt."

Cody was going crazy inside his mind, but was able to keep cool on the outside. "London, why don't you check out the boutique? I know you'll like it."

London left the room without another word, and Cody began doing something he hoped would make Bailey okay again.

(9:00, Cody's POV)

I had spent all afternoon and evening searching for details about the foreclosure at the Pickett Farm. If it happened, there would be documents about it. If there were documents about it, there would be a reason for it and maybe I could use my brilliant mind to cut a deal with the bank that did it. But the big problem was finding the bank. Not a single bank in Kansas had information regarding the Pickett Farm. I was so tired. My feelings for Bailey were so mixed.

I loved her, but didn't know how to treat her. She was like a princess, and I was her knight in shining armor. At least in my fantasies. She was so beautiful and wonderful, I really wished I could get back together with her. But she didn't want me. And I had to deal with that. Sadly, I had to deal with that.

(The Airport, Bailey's POV)

I was so restless. I needed to get home fast, so I could sort something out. I hope everyone's alright, and I hoped that my family was okay. This was surprising. My dad never missed a payment, and we were ahead on the payments! Something must have gone terribly wrong. As much as I hate to leave this wonderful cultural center of the world, my family needs and that is important.

I was busy writing my report on George Harrison for AP American History, when I heard an automated voice call, "The flight to Kettlepot is now delayed. Please hang on for further announcements."

I sighed. I needed to get back home to my family. Mom, Dad, Hailey, and all my other sisters. I needed to get back there, so I could come back here.

(Cody in his room)

I was so bored. I had no idea what bank Bailey's farm was using, until I began watching an old episode of Yay Me!

London was speaking, when it finally hit me. "All right everyone, Daddy finally bought Bailey! Well it was just that her father makes payments to Tipton Bank now, but I like to think that I own the farmgirl!"

Of course! It was Tipton Bank! And luckily, as a short time employee of Tipton Industries (Being Camera Man) I had a Tipton account. I could check the details of the foreclosure, as all files were totally open to the entire industry. I knew that if Mr. Tipton was caught doing this, he would be arrested and probably prosecuted by the government, but it was good for me and Bailey.

I finally uploaded the Pickett Farm file, and what I saw was very confusing.

I saw that the file was perfect. Mr. Pickett was actually ahead on his payments, and the bank was going to cut the interest rate for them. Bailey always had her Midwestern fiscal pride. Now I know where she got it from.

If there was no foreclosure, Bailey was going home for no reason. But who told her to go home?

Suddenly it dawned on me. It was Moose. He must have made the whole thing up, so Bailey could come home. He must have forced something upon Mr. Pickett, like he blackmailed him. Still, I couldn't jump to conclusions.

I went on Facebook. Suddenly, I had an idea. I went to Moose's wall, and I saw that he had wrote this: I'm getting married soon and the girl won't know it.

Moose must have done that, but I still had no real proof. Then, I got the text.

Hey Little Feller. I hope you're aware that you won't see Bailey ever again. She will become my wife, and that's that. She's never leaving Kettlecorn again. Peace out city-slicker.

It was a dirty hoax. I needed to go and stop it, and I needed to do it now.

I grabbed all my stuff and grabbed some food. I took about 2,000 dollars that I had earned with me. Current Place: New York. Destination: Kettlecorn, Kansas. I had to save Bailey.

A/N: This is my take on Kettlecorn. I know it may seem a bit dramatic here, but it's actually a comedy and romance until we get to Kettlecorn. Only until we get to Kettlecorn. Anyway, I want 8 reviews before the second chapter. This will be a bumpy ride, so sit back relax and enjoy the show! Read and Review!