"The Hunkmuffin is entering the bakery. I repeat, the Hunkmuffin is entering the bakery!" Devin was hovering on their street corner at eight, talking through a walky talkie to Duncan, who was pretending to scrub his car.

"What's the point of the walky talkies?" Duncan asked.

"If we're going to do this, we're going to do this right!" Devin replied, as Trent in his midnight blue Hovercar, sped down the street, noticeably below the speed limit.

"Yeah that's what she said." Duncan smirked.

"Screw you Duncan. He's coming your way." Devin warned.

"Gotcha!" Duncan said. "You go ahead and speed down to that restaurant, I'll handle things here."

"Alright," Devin kicked his board into motion, rocketing down the road.

Back at the house, Duncan continued pretending to wash his car as Trent pulled into the driveway.

"Yo," Duncan looked out from under the car as Trent walked up, dressed fashionably.

"You're Gwen's brother?" Trent asked, looking down at him disapprovingly.

"So?" Duncan asked, putting on a badass attitude.

"Nothing," Trent began to walk away.

"Is he at the house yet?" Devin asked through the walky talkie in Duncan's back pocket.

"What was that?" Trent asked, fortunately not being able to distinguish the words.

"Nothing," Duncan smiled nervously. So much for a badass attitude.

"Okay then…" Trent walked up to the door and rang the doorbell.

Duncan slid underneath the car and spoke angrily into the walkie talky. "Are you insane?! You almost blew everything!" He said.

"Sorry bro! I'm at the restaurant now! Preparing for the Hunkmuffin and the Dairy Queen to enter the oven!" He said.

"Can you stop with the codenames already?" Duncan asked.

"Kay. See you later." Devin flipped off his walkie talky, and hid in a bush to wait.

"Are you saying something?" Gwen asked, standing next to the car.

"No!" Duncan cried.

"Okay, see you later!" Gwen said, stepping into Trent's car.

Once they were gone, Duncan crawled out from under the car. "Alright, Trent. It's time to rock you." Duncan put on some sunglasses…at night. "Like a hurricane."

"I love that song!" His mom's head was sticking out the kitchen window.

"Yeah whatever."

Devin waited inside a bush, and tensed up when he saw Trent's car pull up. "It's time." He whispered.

The car parked, and Trent went to open Gwen's door for her. "Ladies man huh?" Devin asked. Gwen wearing some kind of dress Devin had never seen her wear before. He involuntarily whistled.

"Did you hear something?" Gwen asked, looking in his direction.

"Probably just the wind." Trent led her inside the fancy restaurant. Just by looking at it you could tell it was extremely fancy. Banisters, columns, tiles, torches, the whole ensemble.

Ten minutes later, Duncan pulled up, blasting Mission Unfeasible from his speakers. New Age Future music sucks.

"You ready?" He called to Devin, as he emerged from the bushes.

"Let's do this!" He called back. "You got the money?" He asked.

"Um…no." Duncan scratched the back of his head.

"What do you mean no?!" Devin cried.

"I bought a couple boxes of smokes. I just couldn't help myself." Duncan shrugged.

"Well then how are we going to get into a fancy restaurant?!" He cried.

"Sell our bodies online?" Duncan suggested.

"We don't have time for that! And eww…no." Devin cringed.

"Then we'll just pull a dine and dash when we're done." Duncan said.

"Sounds good." Devin tossed his board into Duncan's car as it hit the ground.

They walked inside, and Duncan almost gasped. Not only was it way bigger than it looked from the outside, but also way fancier. No words. Duncan stared at the hostess. Long shining black hair, nice…body. Her nametag read Heather. "Hey, you doing anything tomorrow?" Duncan leaned on the podium.

Devin jabbed him in the ribs. "We're on a mission." He whispered through his teeth.

"Oh, right! Table for two." Duncan said.

"Whatever. Right this way." Heather popped a piece of bright pink gum she was chewing, and led them to a booth with a perfect view of the one Trent and Gwen were mooning over each other in. "Your server will be with you in a minute." Heather snapped her gum, and walked away, dropping two menus on the table nonchalantly.

Duncan and Devin peeked over the edge, and watched them. "They aren't doing anything. Just staring at each other." Devin observed.

"That's how romantic kisses always start!" Duncan said.

"Have you ever had one?" Devin tried to picture Duncan having a romantic kiss and just couldn't do it.

"No, but before you were born mom used to make me watch soap operas with her." Duncan explained. "Anyways, we're in trouble. Mom won't like this!" He said.

"But we can't get involved! It could blow our cover!" Devin warned.

"Don't worry, I'll handle everything!" Duncan ducked out of the booth, and followed one of the servers into the kitchen. Almost immediately afterward he emerged with two trays balanced perfectly on his arm, and wearing one the red shirts all the employees wore.

"He's good." Devin said to himself.

On the way to their table, Duncan snatched the hat off of Devin's head and placed it on his own head to cover his Mohawk.

"Really good." Devin corrected.

Duncan stepped up to their table and placed the dishes in front of the two teens. He disguised his voice to some teen going through puberty with apparent ease. Devin wondered how many times he had to do stuff like this. "There was a mix up in the kitchen, so everything is free. Enjoy." Duncan got in and out fast, and touched down again at their table.

"That was impressive." Devin complimented, taking his hat back.

"I'm a professional. Do not try that at home." Duncan took a fake bow before sitting down again.

"Cool. Back to work." They looked over at Gwen and Trent's table again.

"I think I'm going to wash my hands before I eat." Trent stood up and walked in their direction for the bathrooms.

"Oh man! He's seen me before!" Duncan cried. Trent was getting close and he didn't have a plan.

"Here!" Devin took off his hat, and pushed it down to cover all of Duncan's head. Fortunately, Trent had never seen him before.

"Nice day huh?" He asked Trent as he pushed Duncan under the table.

"Um…why is that guy under the table?" The server, some guy named Noah, asked. "Who am I kidding I don't care. Whatever, what do you want to eat?" He asked.

"Oh, we're not quite ready to order yet." Devin smiled nervously as he removed the beanie from Duncan's head.

"You have ten minutes and then we're throwing you out." Noah walked away.

"Okay we should probably find something to order." Duncan said. Being thrown out could compromise their plans. Duncan liked the word compromise. Not only did it mean to ruin something for someone else, but it was long and fancy so it made him look smarter. Compromise.

"Good plan." They quickly hid their faces behind menus as Trent passed by again on his way back.

"I think I'll have the lobster with gravy and extra dipping sauce. It's not like we're paying anyway right?" He smirked at Devin.

"Good plan!" Devin smiled. "I'll probably have the same."

"Excuse me?" Some ripped girl in a blue jumpsuit and a black ponytail stood behind their booth. Apparently her name was Eva. "I'm the pay enforcer around here, and I just heard you say you aren't paying."

"Okay, we don't need to make a big deal out of this. It can just be our little secret." Duncan wiggled his eyebrow suggestively.

"Yeah, ha ha, no!" She raised her arm, and socked him in the jaw.

"Ouch!" He cried, hopping up.

"Duncan?!" Gwen jumped up and spun around at her table.

"This isn't what it looks like!" Devin hopped up too.

"Devin too?!" Gwen cried.

"Actually, I'm not sure exactly what this is looking like, but_" He scratched the back of his head, but was interrupted by Eva.

"Shut up freeloader!" She bonked him on top of the head, and he collapsed.

Duncan snuck up behind her, and got her in a Full Nelson. "Run Devin! Run for your life!" He cried.

Devin skedaddled, but was blocked by several of the employees. "Gotcha!" One named Tyler grabbed him by the back of his shirt, and lifted him off the ground.

"Whoa, guys, let's just calm down." Trent walked into the middle of everything like he broke up bar brawls all the time. "I'll pay for whatever they ordered, and then we can all just go." He said. "I mean it's not like we have to pay for our dinners anyway!" He told Gwen.

"Who told you that?" Eva asked. Duncan used the momentary distraction to get her in the nose.

"Some guy!" Trent said.

"I thought he looked like…Duncan!" Gwen cried.

"Huh?" Duncan looked up from the fight, and Eva socked him in the gut. She certainly wasn't going easy.

"I'm so out of here!" Gwen stomped out of the restaurant.

"Where's she going? She doesn't have a car!" Duncan asked right before Eva sent him flying again.

"Sorry, but you guys are on your own." Trent followed Gwen out of the restaurant.

"Do you guys accept I.?" Devin asked.

"We didn't even eat anything! What the hell is going on?!" Duncan asked as Eva almost broke his nose in a blind haymaker.

"Glass chin, look out!" Duncan said when he got back into the fight.

Devin sighed.

"I enjoy my job way more than I should." Noah told Tyler as he filmed the whole scene on his phone.

Tyler smiled and nodded.

A/N: Sorry we haven't gotten to any awesome time travel yet ! ! But it's coming up soon…very soon in fact…tee hee hee. And the word of the day is…compromise!