"Hey, Paige, Come here!" 26-year-old Phoebe Halliwell yelled to the other side to get her younger sister's attention. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" 24-year-old Paige Matthews hurried and she strided in and saw a huge box next to her older sister. "What is that?" Paige asked, pointing to the big cardboard box. "It's our birthday present for Piper!" Phoebe smiled. Piper was their older sister, who was 28 and was at P-3, a club that Piper manages. Piper was working overtime because a popular band was performing at the club "What exactly is in there?" Paige looked at Phoebe. Paige's right eyebrow was up, which means she knows something is going on. Her eyes looked down to the floor, and sighed. "It's going to be a bad present, I know it." She thought. She knew that Phoebe wasn't good at picking birthday presents for people. "It's an oven," Phoebe patted the box, "You know how Piper loves to work in the kitchen, also I bought this because Piper don't know that the oven we have is broken." "How did it break?" Paige gasped. She knew that Piper would kill Phoebe if she ever found out about it. She imagined a picture of Piper all red and yelling at her older sister, and Piper pointing to the broken oven, screaming. "I think you better sit down." Phoebe warned, pointing to the couch. "Oh, boy, here we go." Paige sighed and sat down on the vintage couch that have been in the Halliwell Manor for years. "Okay, I was going to make a cake for Piper, right? So I turned the knob up to three hundred five degrees for pre-heating, right? But when I read the box, the box showed that I was supposed to turn it to two hundred degrees," Phoebe moved her hands to the right side from the left side to show that she did make a big mistake. "I kind of made a little fire in the oven which broke the gas pipe thing." Phoebe explained. "Oh, my god," Paige answered after a moment of silence with her eyes open wide and her hand on her mouth, "That explains the smell that was lingering in the kitchen." "Yeah, so I decided to buy a new oven for her birthday and we need an other one." Phoebe ended her story with a little grin. "If Piper finds out, You better tell her I'm not responsible for any action involved in this." Paige stood up and moved her hands up. "Okay, Okay, I'll take the full responsibly." Phoebe sighed. She knew that she would be in trouble sooner or later. "Oh, my gosh, is the clock wrong or is it really nine thirty?" Paige rubbed her eyes. The old, wooden and rusty grandfather clock showed the big hand on the six and the small hand on the nine. "It's nine thirty!" Phoebe pointed to the clock. "We better go to P-three to pick up Piper for her party." Paige grabbed her purse and Phoebe followed her out of the house. They ran over to Paige's '57 light blue corvette and they opened the car doors. "Piper's gonna kill us, I hope Paige know how to speed." Phoebe thought. Paige put her key in the ignition and the car roared as they drive closer to the horizon.