Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. Since this story is set 25 years later, all the characters under twenty-five years of age are mine.

Middleton high school's "Mad Dogs" were doing poorly that year. The sign by the road read, "Win Mad Dogs - Please". There was talk of getting a new coach. But that didn't bother Anne. She was more concerned with what fonts to use in the yearbook.

She opened her locker and exchanged her physics book for her trigonometry book. She looked at her reflection in the mirror that was magnetically adhered to the inside of the door a moment. Not a blonde hair out of place, no new zits on her cute yet plain face.

Someone knocked on the other side of the open locker door. Anne shut the door to reveal the redheaded face of Donald, the school's star linebacker.

"Hey!" he grinned. This made him look even more handsome than usual.

"Hi, Don. What's up?"

"I was hoping for a hand with my algebra to-" he began.

"STOPPABLE!" yelled Principle Barkin, thereby announcing his presence.

"Yes, Sir." The twins responded in unison.

"Sorry, Anne. I meant your brother," the educator leered. "Stoppable, your algebra grade is in serious trouble. Unless you can get a high grade on your test tomorrow, you won't be eligible to play in Friday's game."

"I'm on it, Mr. Barkin," said the freckle-faced athlete.

"That's right," Anne chimed in. "He was just-"

Barkin pointed at Don's pants. "Stoppable, what is that?" Everyone looked at a moving bulge in Don's pocket.

"That's Bill," said Anne as Don reached into his pocket.

"Students," Mr. Barkin assumed his most 'official' pose, "It is my duty as your principal to uphold the rules and traditions of this school."

Don held up a young naked mole rat for Barkin to see. The rodent stood on its hind feet with one forepaw over its heart and had a solemn look on its face.

Barkin sighed, "And it is a Middleton tradition for a Stoppable to carry a naked mole rat to all his classes." He looked at the girl, "Where's yours, Anne?"

Anne bit her lower lip. "Uh. I haven't bonded with a particular one, sir," she said flipping her hair back, "Our dad breeds them, you know."

"Yes, I remember." He seemed to shudder a moment, "Carry on Stoppables!" Mr. Barkin walked down the hall impressively.

It was then that Anne beeped.

Anne took out a handheld computer, "What's the job, Mom?"

Both teens looked at the pretty, fiery haired woman on the screen.

"I'm glad you're together. Anne, Open your locker and I'll tell you both the whole story."

Anne opened her locker door. Their mother's face looked at them from Anne's locker 'mirror'. "I've arranged for you to be picked up after school and taken to the Hawaiian Islands."

"Booyah! Surf's up!" shouted Don.

"There you will meet one of our best agents." Mom continued. "She needs your help retrieving something."

Anne scowled. "Probably something we could get on our own?"

"Not with the security on this thing," she did not seem overly bothered by Anne's comment. "Now get to class," Mom commanded, looking down off screen at something, "We'll meet at your father's place for dinner tonight."

"Righto, Mom" the twins said in unison. Don then wanted to tell Anne that she owed him a soda, but that joke had become old when they each owed the other about five thousand sodas.

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Don could not believe the scenery as the aircraft brought them over a beach of black sand. A fair-skinned woman with short, jet-black hair stood on the beach. The black sand and dark cliffside accentuated her pale skin. She would have looked like the black Irish lady of fairy tales if not for the Global Justice uniform she wore.

The young agent shook their hands after they climbed down the rope ladder from the aircraft. "So you're the director's kids. I hear you work well together."

"Thanks, I'm Anne Stoppable and this is my brother, Don"

"I'm Florence Ming. Call me Flo."

"Ming?" said Don, confused. "You don't look Chinese."

"I was adopted," Flo's eyebrows furrowed. "So which one of you is the distraction?" she asked looking at Don.

Special thanks to my children, Kathleen and James for some of the ideas used in this story.