+ Authors Note This is my very first fanifc, so bear with me. The story
is rated PG for some very mild language in it. And on another note, I
do not own any of the characters in this story execept for some
originals that will come later in the story, so don't sue me.
Criticism is welcomed. That's all for now. Enjoy!
"Zoom, zoom!"
"No, no! Not like that! Racecars make a vroom vroom sound. Not zoom zoom." Explained eight-year-old Frank Hardy patiently to his year younger brother Joe.
"Ohh...!" nodded blonde headed, blue-eyed Joe looking over at his brown haired, brown eyed brother. His big brother sure did know a lot, Joe thought to himself.
"Here I come!" Frank opened his mouth and made a siren noise. He pushed his blue race car in front of Joe's red one as Joe pushed his backward so Frank's wouldn't crash into it.
"Oh no! He's got me now, what am I going to do? I'm trapped!" Joe said in a panicky voice.
"All right. . . " drawled out Frank. "Stop right there and come out of that car with you hands up, you no-good-dirty-rotten-lilly-livered-piece- of..."
"Franklin Davin Hardy!"
At this both of the boys looked up from their cars to find their petite blonded haired, blue eyed, 29 year old mother, Laura Hardy, standing in the doorway.
"What?" asked Frank looking up at her with an innocent expression on his little face.
Uh oh! Frank thought silently to himself. He knew he had to of had done something wrong for his mother to use his middle name. But what? He couldn't think of a single thing. I mean, they had only gotten there yesterday evening. Unless.....of course, that had to be it. The broken vase. He and Joe had been playing ball in the house, even though they both knew that they shouldn't because their parents had never let them in their old house, but they had never said anything about this house, when the ball bounced off the vase his mom had set on a table , knocking it to the floor making it break.
They had tried to tape it back together and when that didn't work they took the model glue from one of their model car sets and tried to glue it back together, instead of glueing it they had almost gotten their hands glued together in the process. In the end they had put it in a plastic trash bag and put that inside one of the boxes they hadn't unpacked yet. Yep, that was it. She must have found it.
"Ohh..." as sudden realization dawned on Frank.
"Mmm Hmm?" Laura lifted an eyebrow at him.
"I'm really sorry Mom. I didn't mean to break that vase, but..."
"Break that vase!" Mrs. Hardy practically yelled.
Joe seeing that his brother was going to get into trouble and take all of the blame, quickly put in, "But Mom, it wasn't all his fault, it was mine too. You see, Frank threw the ball to me and I missed it and it hit your vase and it fell to the floor and broke." Joe rushed out all in one breath.
"Threw the ball, what were you two doing playing ball in the house? And what vase are the two of you talking about?"
"The one we broke yesterday." Joe stared out tentively. He was starting to get a feeling about all of this. Apparently his brother had the same feeling.
"You didn't know, did you." Frank said quietly.
"No. I don't think I did know. But now that you have confessed, just exactly which vase was it?"
"Ahh... you know, the one with all of the weird looking camels on it." Joe said lightly.
"Weird looking camels? Oh no!", Mrs. Hardy wailed, "Your Aunt Gertrude sent that for our last anniversary. She is going to be so upset."
"Although, that was a good way to get rid of that hideous thing without being rude." Mrs. Hardy murmered distractively to herself.
She looked down at her two sons as she heard a giggle and seen that they were laughing. Joe looking up at her and smiled, "You called it hid - e, hid -e ..."
"Hideous." Frank said also looking up with a smile.
"Just because I didn't think that it was the most attrictive vase in the world . . ."
"Had to be all of those weird camels." Joe broke in lookng thoughtful.
Mrs. Hardy looked at him with a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "That still doesn't help the fact that the two of you broke it. Where is it anyways?"
"We put it in one of the boxes that hasn't been unpacked yet." Frank stated.
"Well, okay then. When your father gets home tonight I am going to tell him about this and you two will see what your punishment will be."
Frank and Joe were looking down at their feet silently.
"Now, on to what I stopped in here for. Frank, I can't believe what I just heard you saying." Mrs. Hardy nodded her head back and forth slowly.
"Huh?" Frank looked at her confused.
"When you were stopping Joe's car."
Oh, are you talking about when I said come out of that car with your hands up you-no-good-dirty-rotten . . ."
"Yes Frank." Mrs. Hardy stopped him from saying more. "That's the words I meant. I just don't know where you would learn to speak that way. Certainly not from me or your father."
"Oh! I learn it from the late night detective tv shows I watch with Dad." Frank exclaimed quite proudly.
"Your father lets you watch those shows late at night!" Mrs. Hardy fumed. She couldn't believe that her husband had let their son watch those shows. Of course he would want to though. Fenton Hardy was now a private detective after recently retiring from the NYPD so they could raise their sons in a better enviroment then New York City. That was why they had packed up their belongings and moved to Bayport, New York, just over a hour away from the city. All Frank and Joe ever talked about now was to become detectives like their father. Mrs. Hardy understood and accepted that, although she was sure they would change their minds many times when they got older about what they wanted to become, but right now thay were only 8 and 7 years old, hardly old enough to be watching the kind of detective shows their father watched.
"Uh huh! Joe too!"
Joe nodded his head and looked up at his mother with sparkling eyes. "Mom, you will never guess! Last night we were watching this one show with Dad while you were out shopping for cleaning junk and we saw this guy get his head blown off with this really big gun and blood spurted everywhere and. . ."
"I think that's enough Joe." Mrs. Hady held up her hand.
"Oh, and mom?"
"Yes Frank?" Mrs. Hardy sighed wearily.
"I was just going to tell you that I wasn't going to use the "sh" word like they do in the shows on TV. I was just going to say crap."
"Yeah mom, Frank was just going to say crap." Joe echoed.
"Boys! I do not want you using the word crap!"
"But mom, crap can't be such a bad word if you said it." Joe said puzzled.
"That's different if I say it Joe."
"But why is it different mom?" Joe asked curious.
"Because . . ." Frank said with feigned wisdom, "She is a grown up so she say what she wants to."
"Oh." Joe was silent for a moment. "Is that like why when Dad gets really made he says damn, but we can't?"
"Joseph Davis Hardy!" shout Mrs. Hardy while Frank just stood there shaking his head at Joe. "When your father gets home you are both going to get punished, and for that matter your father is going to get a piece of my mind! Now I want you two to stay in your room until its time to come down for dinner. Do I make myself clear?"
"Mmmpff."
"I can't hear you."
"Yes Ma'am." both boys said looking at her.
"Okay then." Mrs. Hardy said starting to close the door behind her.
"Mom?"
"What is it Joe?" Mrs. Hardy asked opening back up the door.
"How are you going to give Dad a piece of your brain?"
"What!"
"You said you were going to give Dad a piece of your mind. That's the same thing as your brain isn't it?"
"See you at dinner Joe." Mrs. Hardy said sighing and finally closing the door.
"What did I say Frank?" Joe asked his brother when his mom left.
Frank looked at his brother with a skeptical look on his face then just said "Nothing Joe. Nothing at all."
"Zoom, zoom!"
"No, no! Not like that! Racecars make a vroom vroom sound. Not zoom zoom." Explained eight-year-old Frank Hardy patiently to his year younger brother Joe.
"Ohh...!" nodded blonde headed, blue-eyed Joe looking over at his brown haired, brown eyed brother. His big brother sure did know a lot, Joe thought to himself.
"Here I come!" Frank opened his mouth and made a siren noise. He pushed his blue race car in front of Joe's red one as Joe pushed his backward so Frank's wouldn't crash into it.
"Oh no! He's got me now, what am I going to do? I'm trapped!" Joe said in a panicky voice.
"All right. . . " drawled out Frank. "Stop right there and come out of that car with you hands up, you no-good-dirty-rotten-lilly-livered-piece- of..."
"Franklin Davin Hardy!"
At this both of the boys looked up from their cars to find their petite blonded haired, blue eyed, 29 year old mother, Laura Hardy, standing in the doorway.
"What?" asked Frank looking up at her with an innocent expression on his little face.
Uh oh! Frank thought silently to himself. He knew he had to of had done something wrong for his mother to use his middle name. But what? He couldn't think of a single thing. I mean, they had only gotten there yesterday evening. Unless.....of course, that had to be it. The broken vase. He and Joe had been playing ball in the house, even though they both knew that they shouldn't because their parents had never let them in their old house, but they had never said anything about this house, when the ball bounced off the vase his mom had set on a table , knocking it to the floor making it break.
They had tried to tape it back together and when that didn't work they took the model glue from one of their model car sets and tried to glue it back together, instead of glueing it they had almost gotten their hands glued together in the process. In the end they had put it in a plastic trash bag and put that inside one of the boxes they hadn't unpacked yet. Yep, that was it. She must have found it.
"Ohh..." as sudden realization dawned on Frank.
"Mmm Hmm?" Laura lifted an eyebrow at him.
"I'm really sorry Mom. I didn't mean to break that vase, but..."
"Break that vase!" Mrs. Hardy practically yelled.
Joe seeing that his brother was going to get into trouble and take all of the blame, quickly put in, "But Mom, it wasn't all his fault, it was mine too. You see, Frank threw the ball to me and I missed it and it hit your vase and it fell to the floor and broke." Joe rushed out all in one breath.
"Threw the ball, what were you two doing playing ball in the house? And what vase are the two of you talking about?"
"The one we broke yesterday." Joe stared out tentively. He was starting to get a feeling about all of this. Apparently his brother had the same feeling.
"You didn't know, did you." Frank said quietly.
"No. I don't think I did know. But now that you have confessed, just exactly which vase was it?"
"Ahh... you know, the one with all of the weird looking camels on it." Joe said lightly.
"Weird looking camels? Oh no!", Mrs. Hardy wailed, "Your Aunt Gertrude sent that for our last anniversary. She is going to be so upset."
"Although, that was a good way to get rid of that hideous thing without being rude." Mrs. Hardy murmered distractively to herself.
She looked down at her two sons as she heard a giggle and seen that they were laughing. Joe looking up at her and smiled, "You called it hid - e, hid -e ..."
"Hideous." Frank said also looking up with a smile.
"Just because I didn't think that it was the most attrictive vase in the world . . ."
"Had to be all of those weird camels." Joe broke in lookng thoughtful.
Mrs. Hardy looked at him with a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "That still doesn't help the fact that the two of you broke it. Where is it anyways?"
"We put it in one of the boxes that hasn't been unpacked yet." Frank stated.
"Well, okay then. When your father gets home tonight I am going to tell him about this and you two will see what your punishment will be."
Frank and Joe were looking down at their feet silently.
"Now, on to what I stopped in here for. Frank, I can't believe what I just heard you saying." Mrs. Hardy nodded her head back and forth slowly.
"Huh?" Frank looked at her confused.
"When you were stopping Joe's car."
Oh, are you talking about when I said come out of that car with your hands up you-no-good-dirty-rotten . . ."
"Yes Frank." Mrs. Hardy stopped him from saying more. "That's the words I meant. I just don't know where you would learn to speak that way. Certainly not from me or your father."
"Oh! I learn it from the late night detective tv shows I watch with Dad." Frank exclaimed quite proudly.
"Your father lets you watch those shows late at night!" Mrs. Hardy fumed. She couldn't believe that her husband had let their son watch those shows. Of course he would want to though. Fenton Hardy was now a private detective after recently retiring from the NYPD so they could raise their sons in a better enviroment then New York City. That was why they had packed up their belongings and moved to Bayport, New York, just over a hour away from the city. All Frank and Joe ever talked about now was to become detectives like their father. Mrs. Hardy understood and accepted that, although she was sure they would change their minds many times when they got older about what they wanted to become, but right now thay were only 8 and 7 years old, hardly old enough to be watching the kind of detective shows their father watched.
"Uh huh! Joe too!"
Joe nodded his head and looked up at his mother with sparkling eyes. "Mom, you will never guess! Last night we were watching this one show with Dad while you were out shopping for cleaning junk and we saw this guy get his head blown off with this really big gun and blood spurted everywhere and. . ."
"I think that's enough Joe." Mrs. Hady held up her hand.
"Oh, and mom?"
"Yes Frank?" Mrs. Hardy sighed wearily.
"I was just going to tell you that I wasn't going to use the "sh" word like they do in the shows on TV. I was just going to say crap."
"Yeah mom, Frank was just going to say crap." Joe echoed.
"Boys! I do not want you using the word crap!"
"But mom, crap can't be such a bad word if you said it." Joe said puzzled.
"That's different if I say it Joe."
"But why is it different mom?" Joe asked curious.
"Because . . ." Frank said with feigned wisdom, "She is a grown up so she say what she wants to."
"Oh." Joe was silent for a moment. "Is that like why when Dad gets really made he says damn, but we can't?"
"Joseph Davis Hardy!" shout Mrs. Hardy while Frank just stood there shaking his head at Joe. "When your father gets home you are both going to get punished, and for that matter your father is going to get a piece of my mind! Now I want you two to stay in your room until its time to come down for dinner. Do I make myself clear?"
"Mmmpff."
"I can't hear you."
"Yes Ma'am." both boys said looking at her.
"Okay then." Mrs. Hardy said starting to close the door behind her.
"Mom?"
"What is it Joe?" Mrs. Hardy asked opening back up the door.
"How are you going to give Dad a piece of your brain?"
"What!"
"You said you were going to give Dad a piece of your mind. That's the same thing as your brain isn't it?"
"See you at dinner Joe." Mrs. Hardy said sighing and finally closing the door.
"What did I say Frank?" Joe asked his brother when his mom left.
Frank looked at his brother with a skeptical look on his face then just said "Nothing Joe. Nothing at all."