"Are you sure this is where they live?"
"Yes, I'm sure."

"All in the same house?"

"I've done the research, Michael."

"Okay! No need to get up in my face, Joseph."

"Whatever. You got the disguises?"

"Yes. There're in the back of the truck."

"Good. Let's roll out."

The house in question was the home for four people. Edd, Tom, Matt and Tord. Four boys living together. All of them were doing something. Tord was sleeping, Tom was playing his guitar, Edd was drinking cola, and Matt…

Was having a panic attack.

"MY MIRRORS!" Matt screamed. He ran up to Tord and shook him awake.

"Matt!" Tord groaned. "I was dreaming about-"

"I LOST MY MIRRORS! INCLUDING THE MAGIC ONE!"

"Wait?" Edd asked. "You rebuilt that mirror after a sword came out of it?"

"Yes," Matt bluntly replied. He sadly stared out the window. Tom heard a knock on the door. He walked over and opened it.

The two men standing there had a bag.

"Hello, we are from the mirror company," One of them said. "We are here to supply you with mirrors."

Matt smiled with joy.

"Okay, make this quick," Tord said. Suddenly, his eyes became crossed. He turned to Edd.

"Uhh… you have four heads," Tord mumbled before passing out. Edd picked him up in fear and confusion. He had a dopey grin and there was a dart in his forehead.

"RUN AWAY!" Edd shrieked. The three ran all over the house. Matt jumped into a fridge.

"Hello, people! Your saviour has returned to hide away!" Matt announced. One of the men opened up the fridge and tranquilized.

"Hey… I have hands growing out of my feet," Matt moaned, before passing out. Edd quickly hid underneath his bed.

"Phew, I should be safe," Edd sighed in relief. Suddenly, he felt a twinge in his torso.

"Heh heh… birds are really small up close," Edd laughed as he collapsed. Tom stared in fear.

"I'm the last one left, Susan and Steve," Tom whispered. "I need to escape!" He crawled up the chimney. The two men walked up to each other.

"Where did he go?" Tom heard. He sighed in relief. Suddenly, he slipped and fell down, covering himself and the two in soot.

"Hi," Tom mumbled. He was promptly tranquilized and mumbled something about shoe shopping before passing out. They rounded up all of the group and put them in the truck.

"Let's hope there're okay with this."