"Tucker, honey, I have a question."
Angela Foley said this remarkably calmly considering she was speaking to two teenage boys while wearing nothing but a towel and an old ratty shower cap. Barefoot. She'd thought her bathroom was a safe environment for basic evening hygiene. Clearly, she'd thought wrong.
Danny and Tucker, sprawled on the couch with a bowl of nachos perched between them, looked up. Their jaws dropped.
"Mrs. Foley?" Danny squeaked.
Tucker's shock dissolved into horrified realization. They looked at each other. Angela could smell their guilt.
She smiled ferociously sweet. "Why is my bathtub full of frogs?"
A/N: Another Tumblr prompt! Felt like it was time to update this little series. Enjoy! -Hj