(Author's note: As much as I despise real bullies, I'm totally in love with the McQuaid Brothers. I'm also in love with Booker and I think he'd have made an awesome McQuaid brother too.)

"This is stupid."

"Naw, man…it'll be just like old times!"

"Doug, 'old times' consisted of two McQuaid brothers…not three."

"Come on, Hanson," Doug wheedled. "Booker will make a great McQuaid."

"It's not like we need him anyway," Tom continued to grumble. "School isn't that big."

"But it's big enough," Penhall argued. "Three McQuaids can cover more territory than two."

"Why does he have to be a 'brother'?" Hanson almost whined, feeling a little selfish with their signature undercover identities. "Why not a cousin or something?"

Doug considered that, then tossed back his head and hollered, "The McQuaid Brothers and Cousin!" He gave his partner a shrug. "Just doesn't have the same ring to it, you know?"

Tom sighed in resignation, wrinkling his nose as he got out of the car. "Where is good ole Denny, anyway?"

Doug fell into step beside him. "Said he'd meet us here." He cut a sideways glance at Tom as the pair walked up the steps and into the overcrowded school. "What, you think he wouldn't show?"

Tom didn't deny it. "I'm just saying, if he leaves all the dirty work to us and just shows up for the glory…there's gonna be one less 'McQuaid brother' to talk about."

"Dennis wouldn't do that," Doug rejected the idea. "He's too—"

The rest of his response dropped off as the door to the boys' locker room opened and two jocks were tossed onto the hallway floor at their feet in nothing but their underwear.

"Oh, hey bros!" Dennis Booker, dressed in his own version of McQuaid wardrobe, filled the open doorway. He propped both leather jacket-clad forearms casually against the upper sides of the doorway and grinned at Penhall and Hanson. "Tommy, man, you lied. These guys are wimps!"

A chuckle bubbled up in Doug's throat as he looked at the two jocks in a dazed heap on the floor. He turned an amused glance on Hanson. "You were saying?"

"Alright," Tom admitted reluctantly. "He's got potential."