The bright, summer sun shone brightly over the Singers Salvage Yard in South Dakota. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, the birds were chirping, and a warm breeze swept over the property. Truth be told, it seemed at that moment as though the heavens were smiling down upon them. Luck and good fortune seemed to be the name of the game. As of late, business had been on the upswing. No less that twenty-five cars had been dropped off, delighting the rapidly expanding family that owned the place.
Too bad … the peace and serenity were about to end.
"ABIGAIL ELLEN MILLIGAN!"
The little blond – haired girl in question giggled softly at the loud shriek of her mother and smiled brightly at her twin, who snorted at her in return from his spot crouched next to her. They both already knew that they were in deep trouble and as was the usual custom between them, figured that if one was going down, the other was going with them. All for one, one for all was their motto. They broke in a hard run across the yard from their hiding place within the piles of car parts scattered all over the place.
"Oh, the both of you are in so much trouble." A resigned voice, that of a young boy's, sounded from either over the heads or inside them. Sometimes, it was rather hard to tell, especially if they were distracted.
"Trouble is our middle name. What's new?." Abigail's brother gasped, panting hard from next to her as they ran deeper in the pile, in search of a more suitable hiding spot. "They have to catch us before they can ground us…"
"Don't ya'll realize that this is gonna make whatever ya'll did worse?" There was silence for a moment as the twins pondered as to whether to spill the beans about what they had done. In complete silence agreement, they decided that it wasn't. No use in getting everyone in trouble. "Fine. Have it ya"ll way. This is gonna suck majorly…"
"SEBASTIAN WILLIAM! I know the both of you are trying to hide!" They could hear their mother scream, as angry as a feral cat. "Just because I have to run after you, I'm grounding the both of you for another month. " There was a brief pause as their mother paused, thinking about something that she could possibly take from them. "Your father is not going to be happy with you…
"Of course, he's not going to be happy. " The twins giggled mightily as they slid under an old beat up station wagon. Wiggling as hard as he could with such limited room, Sebastian laughed as he caught sight of his father's feet running past not even a solid ten feet ahead of them. "I told you not to mess with that car, Abby. We're dead meat. If Mom and Dad don't murder us, then Uncle Dean will…"
And so began another adventure at the Singers Salvage Yard.