"RED ALERT, LADIES! TRIPLE-D IS COMING! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!"
It was 9 a.m. and Gwen had made the scream from the kitchen.
Monica and Lucy came sprinting from their rooms, soon joined by the guys in the kitchen.
Fox, in shock, yelled, "What the hell is Triple-D?"
"No what, Fox," said Lucy. "Who."
Peppy peered out the window above the sink. Three unfamiliar girls were approaching the cabin. Peppy said to the girls, "Are you sure it's not just three more of your friends?"
"They are so not our friends!" Monica cried.
"Well, why are they called Triple-D?" asked Slippy.
Before anyone could answer, the strange girls were knocking on the front door.
"Quick!" Gwen hissed at the guys. "You all need to hide! Go into the study and shut the door, okay? And no noises!"
The boys quickly and quietly crept to the study, shutting the door behind them.
Monica then went to answer the front door, where the hated trio stood.
"Monica!" squealed the girl in the middle with a fake, sweet grin.
"Cameron," Monica mumbled with a simper. She eyed the girl with disdain.
Cameron was a small, skinny girl with white-blond hair, which smelt strongly of hairspray, pulled back into a long, curly ponytail. She had on way to much mascara and eyeliner, along with pink eye shadow above her bright blue eyes. Her lips sparkled with glittery lipgloss, and she wore a piece of almost every type of jewelry. Her finger and toe nails were perfectly manicured with white tips. A small, tight, hot pink shirt embraced her busty upper body, boasting the word "SEXY" across her chest. A ruffled black skirt hugged her small, curvaceous hips.
Cameron Conway was, judged by her ever-so-hot body, perfect.
From behind Monica, Gwen and Lucy stood with their arms folded across their chests, glaring at Cameron's loyal followers: her best friends Mindy Hershel and Kylie Ronaldo.
Mindy was black, and laughed at everything her leader Cameron said. She was tall, and towered over Cameron. Kylie had olive skin and dark hair. She was loud and prissy and did everything Cameron ordered her to. She constantly had her full lips curled at Monica, Lucy and Gwen.
"Are you going to invite us in or not, Krane?" Kylie spat at Monica.
"Now, Kylie," Cameron said soothingly, "let's not be rude, right?"
She smiled sweetly at Monica. "Can we please come in? We promise we'll be quick?"
Lucy answered, "Your brevity is always underestimated but sure, come in…"
Cameron led the way into the living room, where Triple-D seated themselves side by side on the couch.
"Okay, Krane," Kylie said. "Spill it."
"Spill what?" Monica said, shutting the front door.
"Where are your friends?" Cameron sassed. "We heard from a source –"
"A very reliable source," Mindy butted in.
Cameron shot her a dirty look, and Mindy recoiled. Back at Monica she said, "We heard that you guys are hiding aliens."
"Yup, you caught us," Lucy said sarcastically.
"I plan on it," Cameron said coolly.
Gwen said, "We have no company. We don't even have room."
Cameron nodded at her. "Yes, judging by your 'shack' here, that would appear believable."
Gwen clenched her firsts. Lucy gave her a warning look before saying to Cameron, "Listen, why are you so interested in our lives all of a sudden?"
Cameron shrugged. "I just want to see what you're hiding. You know you could probably go to jail for obstruction of justice, right? So what are you stashing in this little hut of yours?"
Monica said, "Nothing."
Cameron glared at Monica. "I'm too smart for you, Krane, to believe that."
Mindy burst out laughing. Cameron gave her a sharp look to make her shut up.
Cameron then glared at Monica.
"Look, Krane," she said impatiently, "your so-called 'friend' blabbed that you had aliens hiding here. So cut the crap and tell us who they are. I don't think you can afford being arrested for conspiracy."
Monica walked over to where Cameron was sitting and glared down at her. "Who the FUCK do you think you are? You can't prove anything. I would appreciate it if you left."
Monica went to the front door and held it open. Cameron looked at her angrily, then got to her feet, snapped her fingers and, like pressing a button, her minions stood up as well and followed her to the door. Monica slammed it behind them.
The door to the study then opened and the guys journeyed into the living room.
"Did you all hear?" Lucy asked them.
Fox nodded.
Peppy shook his head disapprovingly. "I told them it was none of our business, Lucy, but they went right ahead and pinned themselves against the door."
Falco rolled his eyes. "Oh, please! You joined in too!"
Slippy said to Gwen, "So, why do you call them Triple-D?"
"Well…" Gwen explained. "We call them 'Demonic Mindy,' 'Diabolic Kylie' and 'Devil Cameron.' So, there ya go: three Ds."
Fox then asked, "Which friend do you all think they were talking about? The 'reliable source'?"
Monica, sitting down on the couch, muttered, "Gretchen Palmer, local gossip girl. She can't keep a secret to save her life."
"Are you all mad at her?" Falco asked.
"Try extremely pissed off," Lucy said, flopping on the couch next to Monica. "God, I can't believe her!"
"I can," scoffed Gwen bitterly.
"How do you know it was her?" asked Peppy. "I'm sure it's just an honest mistake."
"Was it done with malice aforethought? No," Lucy said. "But, still, it is just so typical of her."
Just then there was a new knock on the door.
"Hmmm, I wonder who THAT could be," Gwen said, turning around to open the door up for Gretch, who ran into the living room, huffing and puffing.
"Guys!" she panted. "I made…a huge mistake…You know Cameron? I might have accidentally told her about your new friends."
Lucy cocked her head at Gretch, feigning interest. "Now, how did that happen, Gretch?"
"Okay, look," explained Gretch. "I was shopping at the store for shirts, and I ran into Cameron there since, you know, her dad owns it, and she was making fun of me and you guys for being poor and yadda yadda yadda…then I just wanted to make you guys sound cool so I kinda said that you had four jets behind your house because some aliens crash-landed in your backyard and you took them in."
There was an awkward silence.
"WHY does that make us cool?" Monica demanded.
Gwen, however, pretended to be stunned. "Gretchen! I. Am. Apalled." Then she dropped the act. "Too bad Cameron already paid her visit.
Gretch stomped a foot. "Dammit!" She looked at Monica. "I'm so sorry. I didn't think she would come over here."
Monica sighed, "Well, as long as she doesn't know about the Star Fox Team we're good."
Gretch nodded. "Are you still going to come out to the club tonight?"
"No," Gwen said flatly. "I'm not in the mood."
"Wait, guys," Lucy said in a new reasoning tone. "We need to go. If Cameron sees us it will be without our company. Maybe she'll think we're alone again, you know? I mean, who leaves guests behind?"
Monica frowned. "How do you know she'll believe that?"
"It might be our only chance," Lucy said.
Monica thought and then said. "Okay, we gotta come up with a backup plan, though."
