-Porscha Tennebam gets a Personal Assistant to follow her around and make sure she's front page in all the tabloids. So, naturally, London wants one too. But who's willing to slave over London Tipton? Just guess. Follow Maddie and London on their wacky adventures. Who said Hollywood was ever easy?-

Chapter 1: I Just Got a P.A.!

"Yes, Daddy just got me another yacht!" said London into her cell phone. She had spent most of her free time lately chirping to Porscha Tennebam, the daughter of Mr. Tipton's millionaire buddy, Richard Tennebam.

"Yeah?" Porscha said into the line. "Well, Father just bought me a Personal Assistant who'll follow me everywhere and make sure I get publicity! I want to be on the cover of the tabloids!"

"I could understand your feelings, if I wasn't already on the cover of the tabloids," said London.

"Yeah? Well, just wait. My P.A. will give you a run for your money," said Porscha, and hung up.

"Meanie!" London said loudly into her phone before snapping it shut.

"What is it this time?" asked Cody, as he and Zack left the candy counter. "Did Porscha take the last bottle of Seaspray Perfume at Le Fashione Boutiqua?"

"No!" said London. "Well, yeah, but that's not why she's a Meanie. She got a Personal Assistant!"

"I thought all the celebrities had one," said Zack.

"Not until I get one, they won't!" said London, storming past them. She hurried up to the candy counter.

"Yes London, what can I get you –"

"Magazine! NOW!"

"O-kay!" said Maddie, giving her the latest copy of USA Celeb.

London hesitantly flipped through the pages.

"Aww! Jessica Simpson's P.A. is working for Hannah Montana now!" she said, sounding offended. She looked a bit more. "Hey, Sharpay Evans's Personal Assistant just got fired!"

"Isn't she that Broadway chick from New Mexico? I wouldn't count on people she's fired. They go all loopy and shirk off their responsibilities," said Maddie. "That's the 6th one she's fired this month!" She studied London, who was scanning the rest of the page. "Why do you want a Personal Assistant anyway?"

"Porscha Tennebam just got one, and her's is gonna help her get on all the tabloids."

"I thought you were on the front of all the tabloids," said Maddie.

"Porscha said my famous days were over and she was gonna run me out of Hollywood," London explained.

"But London, you don't live in Hollywood!"

"Oh no! Her P.A.'s already working! I'm not FAMOUS!"

Maddie rolled her eyes. "That's not what I meant. You're still famous. Just be confident, and impress your audience."

"What audience? Am I going on Broadway?" asked London. "Heeey, maybe I can steal Sharpay's next Personal Assistant!"

"No, you idiot. Do what your fans want. Check out the hottest trends page. See what outfits everyone is wearing, and check the opinions of everyone. Be a sleuth."

"Do I have to wear one of those hideous trench coats? I hear that's what everyone's NOT wearing!" said London.

"We've got work to do," Maddie sighed, massaging her temples.

"But no one's going to take a job from a Tipton... hey! YOU can be my Personal Assistant!" said London, grinning happily.

"Why would I do that?" asked Maddie.

"Because you get a salary."

"How much are we talking?"

"Oh, 2 Grand a month. Maybe 3."

"Oh, that's why I'll do it!"

"Yay me!" said London, clapping. "Now, let's get to work!"

"You're right; you have a lot of things –"

"I meant you," said London. "If we're improving our image, you have to fit it." She turned to the direction of the front desk. "Moseby! Maddie has a day off!"

Mr. Moseby nodded, and London dragged Maddie to the mall.