"No, there are actually three of them," Iggy said. Then he earned a smack from Gazzy. "What? She's already figured it out!" he exclaimed. Darn right. No one can keep any secrets from me. Well, except for Fang.

Anyway.

"Ooh, frogs!" Nudge blabbered. "Three frogs! Oh, Gazzy, can I see them? Max, can we keep them? They can be our pets! We can feed them, pet them, play with them- Hey, I wonder if they turn into princes if we kiss them? Gosh, I'd love to try but it's gross! I wonder if he'd have wings as well. Well, I wouldn't want them anyways. I hear some frogs are real poisonous. And slippery." For the first time in my short life, Nudge was making some sense.

"Nudge, you're right!" I cried. "Gazzy, Iggy, we're getting back, we gotta wash you!" They looked panicked. I grabbed them from their arms and took off, as the rest of the flock followed.

When we got back, I'd have Jeb tell them off. Really, really off. I mean, how could they touch something that could be life-threatening?

Jeb was out shopping when we rushed back home. Being the oldest and the substitute for Jeb, I hauled Gazzy and Iggy into the only bathroom we have and watched them take turns, washing their hands.

Then I threw Iggy out as I threw Gazzy in the shower, despite his protests. What? He looked tan from the mud. I went downstairs to join the others while Gazzy put some fresh clothes on. They were sitting in front of the only computer we have.

"Turns out there are like, a million kinds of frogs," Nudge said. Thank whoever is up above for the Internet. "To judge if it's safe to touch we gotta see it fir—"

"Croak." We all turned our heads. What the he—

"Croak." A frog sat on top of the staircase. Fang typed something in.

"This kind isn't dangerous at all," he said, slowly reading the screen.

"Yeah, but Jeb will be dangerous if he sees those when he gets home," I scoffed.

I looked at Fang, who nodded, and then we dashed upstairs. The frog sensed the danger and shot towards a room.

My room. Not Fang's, not Gazzy and Iggy's, not Nudge and Angel's, mine. Yeah, I just have bad luck like that.

We burst in after the frog. His two companions were already there. One was sitting on my bed. Gross, gross, gross. After this is all over, I gotta wash my sheets.

The other one was in my closet. I'll never, ever leave closet doors open again. And the last one was, well, more bad luck, but… in my tiny underwear drawer. Perfect.

Hang on, I don't even remember leaving that open. (Mental note: Torture Iggy to take out answers from him about that.) I dashed towards my drawer before Fang could reach there, and watched the stupid thing as it dove deeper into my drawer. Even more perfect.

I was lucky that Fang was way too busy with the frog on my bed and his back was turned to me as I searched through my underwear. Then I realized he was trying to suppress laughter. Screw my luck.

Finally, my hand met something slippery. I pulled it out, along with something else.

My panties with freaking Minnie Mouse stamped on them. It must've been stuck on the frog.

And from the laughter that was starting to erupt behind me, Fang had seen that. Gosh.

I decided to ignore it. What else to do? I wasn't practiced that much for snappy comebacks.

I went to searching again. I found the frog again, which was scared to death and croaking madly. This time, making sure there was nothing stuck on it, I pulled out the freaked out frog. Still laughter.

Then I turned back, my face beetroot red, to face Fang. He was laughing uncontrollably. What was so funny? So, yeah, I wear Minnie Mouse panties.

I opened my mouth, hoping to say something really sarcastic to shut him up. Just then, we heard a gentle male voice. Fang's laugher faded, his fingers clasped around the two frogs he had hunted down tighter, and his mouth curved into a frown. Jeb was home.

"What do we do?" I asked. I normally don't ask these kinds of stuff to people, because it's my job to make decisions when Jeb's not home, but I had to get Fang's attention away from the latest incident.

He didn't say anything, but he abruptly turned towards the door, and I followed him with the last frog in my hand. He went straight to Gazzy's room, throwing him outta there. Then we three strolled towards the toilets. It was highly unlikely for me to follow anyone else's lead, but I had no better idea. He went to the bathroom and shut the door behind him just as Jeb appeared on top of the stairs. I stood in front of the toilet door, putting on a fake smile.

"Hi, Max. Can I get in?" he kindly asked.

"Umm, no. Fang's in there." There was the sound of flowing water, real loud. "Showering," I added.

Jeb nodded and started downstairs. Suddenly understanding why Gazzy was there, I motioned him to go after Jeb to downstairs and keep him there.

After Gazzy's heels disappeared, I snapped the door open. Fang was in there, filling a bucket of water, popping the frogs in it. I scowled.

"Fang, we're getting rid of those," I commanded.

"No," he said shortly. They really do have some obedience problems these days.

"Yes, Fang. I want no more trouble," I said. "Just plop them down the toilet and flush it."

"Do you have any idea about what that'd do to the children?" Yeah, being at the age of 11 ourselves, we call the younger ones Children.

I sighed. Nothing is like good logic.

So, this is Chapter 2! Hope you enjoyed. Rewiev please!