The Suite Life of Zack and Cody

Indescribable

Prologue

The old grandfather clock in the lobby read 11:55 pm that night, as an owl swooped outside the Tipton's doors. It was briefly illuminated by a car's headlights when the black GMC pulled up in front of the hotel.

The rear doors opened, and three figures stepped out into the night. Lugging suitcases and bags, they made their way through the revolving doors, and into the hotel. The oldest, an elderly business-like women, approached the front desk. The two children hung back at the elevator, still stuggling with their bags. One was a small boy of about five, and the other a taller girl who looked to be twelve, his sister. The concierge was sleeping at his desk and jumped when the lady tapped the bell.

"H-Hello!" The teenage worker exclaimed, embarassed to be caught sleeping on the job. He put in a cheerful face. "Welcome to the Tipton, how may I help you?"

Judging by his ruffled brown bed-head, the woman guessed there hadn't been many guests that night. "Yes. I'm checking theses kids in under the name 'Sanders.' Isn't there reserved suite for the night-club owner's family?"

The concierge tapped a few keys on the keyboard and clicked on something. "Ah ha! Here you are, Room 3, Floor 23. Are you their . . . um, mother?"

"Aunt Marie. Thank you very much, we'll be off." She briskly turned and hurried the kids into the elevator just as the clock stuck 12:00, and everything was bathed in the silver moonlight.