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IMPORTANT: I've changed chapter two a little. If you don't want to read it again, you don't have to, all that's been changed is that Shirley's boyfriend is not staying at the same hotel as them. You'll see why as the story goes on.

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DANNY PARTRIDGE, PRIVATE EYE

It was only a matter a time after that before they reached the hotel. It was the fanciest place they had ever seen, and big enough to be a mansion. It was surrounded by healthy, green potted plants and the sidewalk around it was tiled with marble. In the middle was the most beautiful fountain you could imagine: the clear, pure water dribbled down from the golden statue's basket and into the deep fountain. The whoosh whoosh sound of the fountain was luring, and droplets of water misted their faces as they passed it. The fountain itself was the size of a small pool, and deep too. On it hung a gold plate that said in engraved cursive letters: DO NOT SWIM.

They loaded out of the bus and onto the fancy marble driveway. "O-ooh." Laurie contentedly. "I could get used to this." Her shoes click-clacked on the tiles beneath her as she stepped off the bus and onto the ground.

Tracy and Chris came behind her. Their play suits and messy hair stood out from the dignified, rich-looking people who lingered outside. Lovers sat together on benches outside in the courtyard, and bell boys were busy escorting their elegant guests inside. Every single one of those elegant people turned their noses up at Chris and Tracy. Of course, they didn't notice. They were too busy scrambling out of the bus and jumping around.

"Everybody here is rich." Chris announced in aw.

"That must mean we are too." Tracy's big hazel eyes took everything in.

Laurie giggled. "Not quite. But we can pretend." She resumed a dignified composure and held out her hand as if waiting for a kiss. "Oh dah-ling." She said in possibly the worst British accent known to man. "Isn't this so dah-ling, dah-ling?"

Chris and Tracy giggled.

As Danny passed her, he did the cuckoo sign. "All this rich air must be going to her head." He and Keith shared a look that could only be described as one that said, Girls! and walked on to the fountain.

Danny peered into the deep, deep must have been at least six or seven feet. Beneath it all , he could see the money: dimes, pennies, nickels, and best of all quarters.

"Ah, what a glorious sight."

Keith turned. He had been busy staring at the statue of a naked woman on top of the fountain.

"You bet she is." He said dreamily, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Danny turned to the statue, disgusted. "Not her!"

Keith smirked. "Oh?"

"The money, dum-dum!"

Keith groaned. "Oh."

Danny scooted up on the fountains ridge. The money was just out of reach. He scooted closer, closer, his greedy arms just inches away from being able to grab the money. Closer, closer, and- SPLASH!

Keith turned, startled to where Danny had just been. He bit his lip but kept himself from bursting into hysterics. He did however, roll his eyes.

Danny was dramatically bobbing his head up and down, his arms flailing and splashing to keep himself afloat. His red hair had turned stringy and a rusty brown from the exposure to water, his shirt was sticking to to him, and his eyes were red and puffy against his pale white skin. "Help! Help!" He gasped for air and clutched his throat.

Keith was unsure to whether or not Danny was really drowning, but the small crowd that had gathered round (all in expensive mink coats, and three-piece suits) were certainly not willing to jump in that water themselves. He quickly scanned the crowd for his mother, but she was not to be found.

So he did the only thnig there was to do: He ripped off his shirt, unbuckled his belt and threw his pants aside. Bracing himself for the impact, he strided inside the fountain in only his shorts. He shivered and his teeth started actually chattering. It was freezing! He waded towards the middle, where Danny had just went down. Bad idea: the fountain water squirted directly into his eye. He winced and kept going. He grabbed the surface and felt the floor with his toes: no luck. Danny was nowhere to be found. Ducking underwater, he forced his eyes to open but saw nothing. He popped back up and gasped for air.

He had never been the athletic type, so it occurred to him how funny he must look: a practically grown man, fighting against the not- existing currant of a fountain. Not to mention that he was in his underwear. Around him, he heard gasps and laughter.

Did one of those laughs sound familar? He couldn't tell. He finally looked around at the even bigger crowd surrounding him. Oh, there was Laurie, hysterically laughing, and Chris and Tracy pointing. His mother too, seemed to be holding back giggles. He gritted his teeth and shook the wet droplets out of his hair. Why were they laughing when Danny had possibly drowned and he was about too?

Then he looked at the other side of the fountain: There was Danny, calmly stepping out of the fountain, fully clothed and well. A bell boy handed him a fluffy towel and Danny wrapped it around himself.

Keith gritted his teeth so hard he almost broke his jaw. That Danny! He hadn't been drowning at all! Fully forgetting he was wearing only underpants, he leaped out of the fountain and got ready to throw a punch at Danny. A bell boy caught his punch and he was so embarrassingly weak he couldn't resist it.

In the distance, he saw Danny, his sides shaking with laughter as he ran for his life, leaving a trail of little wet footprints behind him. Keith dropped his arm wearily and gave in. He allowed the bellboy to wrap him in a pink fluffy towel and stampeded off.

Shirley sighed, and began to follow them. "Laurie, you watch Chris and Tracy. I've got to talk to Danny."

Laurie smiled slyly, muffling a giggle behind her hand. "Sure mom."

Had Shirley not found the whole thing funny, she would have been as mad as Keith. Fortunately, she had a sense of humor. Nonetheless, she couldn't help yelling as she spotted Danny hiding behind a tall green plant. "DANNY!" She cried angrily.

Danny peeked out. "Mom, please don't call attention to me. I'm hiding from Keith." He whispered, his eyes darting around. "If he sees me, he'll kill me."

Just then, Keith's voice echoed through the courtyard. "WHERE IS DANNY? IF I SEE HIM, I'LL KILL HIM!"

"See?" Danny whimpered. "My life is in danger. Quick! Duck down! Try to blend in with the tree. He's coming!"

Shirley shook her head. "If you think I'm going to protect you- after what you did- well, your very wrong!"

Danny gulped.

"KEITH!" She screeched, beckoning him to come closer. "I got Danny right here."

Keith came striding over, his bare, long legs getting faster with every step. His arms were straight to his sides. He got his arm ready for a punch, but just as he would have hit Danny, Shirley got in the way. "Keith are you okay?"

"Am I okay? " He babbled. "Am I okay? I just got nearly drowned to save that rotten brother of mine and she asks me if I'm okay? Do I look like I'm okay? I am not OK."

Danny shuffled closer. "I'm sorry Keith. I really was drowning."

Shirley raised an eyebrow. "Oh you were? Because it seems to me you are a very good swimmer. How'd you get in the fountain anyway?"

Danny looked down. "I fell in."

Keith exploded. "Tell her why you fell in. Tell her how come!" He took a step forward and pointed a trembling finger at his brother. "This miser was trying to collect coins!"

Shirley stared at Danny. "And you couldn't just get out?"

Danny tried to explain. "No. Something was holding me down."

Shirley frowned. "And what was that?"

Danny sheepishly pulled his pockets inside out. Money came tumbling out. About two pounds of money had been in Danny's pockets.

Shirley exploded. "You did all this-" She waved her hands around."for about three dollars worth of pennies! You put your life in danger, Keith's life in danger and our being able to stay at this hotel in danger!"

Keith shifted on his toes and looked down in mock humbleness."Yes, mom, after all, if he had been really drowning," (at this point Keith gave Danny a dirty look) "I would have been his hero."

Shirley continued, ignoring him. "I hope you know your going to be punished. SEVERELY."

Danny faced her. "Look mom, I appreciate your trying to educate me about the wrongs I committed, but could you tell me what's the punishment and get it over with?" He puffed out his chest. "I can take it."

Shirley fretted. "I'll think of something."

Keith's grin was slowly but surely reappearing on his face. "Oh, mom, I can think of ALOT of things...if you need any help."

"First things first. " Shirley said sternly. "I want you to march up to the owners of this hotel and personally apologize."

Danny marched.

As he reached the entrance to the hotel, he was seized by two guards. One grabbed his left arm and one grabbed his right, holding Danny a few inches up into the air, his soggy sneakers dangling inches from the ground. One man reached for his walkie talkie. "We need back-up." He muttered into it.

Needless to say, they were kicked out.

Later-

"What are we going to do, Mom?" Laurie asked. "I mean,where will we stay?"

Shirley smiled happily. "Oh, I know a place we can go."

"You do?" Danny exclaimed happily. His guilt trip had began to kick in and he felt responsible for getting them kicked out of the hotel. It wasn't helping that he was grounded for two weeks and Keith was refusing to talk to him.

"Oh yes." Shirley smiled slyly. "We're going to stay at my boyfriend's hotel."