Prologue!



"Over here, Rocket boy!!" Cried Reggie as she skated out into view. "I'm open!" Otto swung his hockey stick, sending the puck gliding toward his sister. Just as she was about to slam it into the goal, something hit her head.

"OW!" She cried as she saw a rock land at her side. She frowned. "What the-"



"Aww, did the little wocket dorkette get hit?" Sneered a mocking voice. Reggie looked up, along with her friends. They all groaned. The Rocket siblings, however, glared up a storm.

"Lars..." They both hissed.



"What are you doing here, Lars?" Asked Sam in aggravation. The tall, mysterious teen smirked.

"I came to get Twister."

The youngest boy of the group gulped. "But I already got whomped this morning!" He whined. Reggie glared at Lars. It really got to her that Lars would stoop so low as to hurt his own brother. His younger brother!! She gritted her teeth. One day, she would get the oldest Rodriquez.

Lars rolled his eyes. "As much as I'd like to whomp you little bro, I can't. I only came here to tell you that it's your night to cook. SO YOU BETTER GET HOME NOW!!"

Twister smacked his forehead. "Oh yea! Oh man...sorry guys, I can't go to Madtown. I gotta go-later!!

With that Twister ran down the street. Lars grinned as he chased his poor brother. Reggie glared. Some day soon she'd get him back.

However---she didn't know it would be the other way around...