The next day, Lil woke up, feeling refreshed until she just realized something very important.

"Oh, no, I still have Mike's jacket!"

"Breakfast!" Howard called from the kitchen.

Lil folded up Mike's jacket, then decided to come down to eat. She then knocked on Phil's door to get him to come down for breakfast. "Phil?"

Phil didn't answer.

"Phil!" Lil opened the door and saw Phil was still asleep and snoring loudly in his bed. "Phil, wake up, it's time for breakfast! PHILLIP!.. Sorry about this, Phil." she then said softly as she lifted her brother and threw him on the floor.

"Ow! Hey!" Phil glared up at his twin sister.

"Breakfast is ready." Lil smiled innocently and sweetly, then walked off.

Phil growled at her. "I'll kill you..."

Lil grinned, showing her fangs to her twin. Phil growled, he then eventually got up and walked down to breakfast with his twin sister.

"I made pancakes with bacon." Howard told his kids.

"Awesome, thank you, Dad." Lil praised.

"Yeah, thanks." Phil added.

Howard then sat with them as he collected his newspaper. "So, what's the plan for today?"

"I have to give a jacket back to someone..." Lil said.

Phil pretended to cough a couple of times, saying Mike's name in the middle.

"QUIT IT!" Lil yelled.

Phil stuck his tongue out.

Howard sighed to his twins. "There they go again... You kids are more and more like your mother every day... That frightens me..."

In the beach house...

Cindy was in her bed, Penn had snuck into it after the scare he had last night.

Cindy unknowingly snuggled into him as he had his arm around her. She then woke up to see Penn and it made her scream.

Penn yawned, then looked down to see her. "Oh, hi, Cindy..." he smiled. "I thought my teddy bear was a little squishy..."

Cindy squirmed and got out of his hold, shuddering. "Why are you in my bed...?"

"Teller was acting gay." Penn replied.

Cindy shivered. "And you didn't think about the consequences of being a grown man and sharing a bed with a little girl?"

"Aw, quit gripin'." Penn got out of bed and put on his robe, heading for the ensuite bathroom. "I'm gonna shower."

"Oh, I hope Teller's okay!" Cindy panicked. "I left him in the hot tub!"

"He's fine, jeez," Penn scoffed. "By the way, we should spy on Mike. No doubt she's gonna hang with Laurie."

"Lil." Cindy corrected.

"So you agree with me?" Penn asked.

"That isn't what I said, sir!" Cindy cried.

"Ohhh, yes, you did," Penn replied. "And your boyfriend Morgan can help."

"Maxwell." Cindy corrected.

"Glad to see you on board!" Penn shut the door.

"But I didn't say that!" Cindy whined.

After eating breakfast, the twins went out to get back to the beach house. Phil saw a blond girl with a blue shirt, purple skirt, pink jacket, and purple slip- on was walking across the street, unknown to her, there was a truck heading her way.

"LOOK OUT!" Phil yelled.

"Huh?" the blonde girl looked around, then gasped once she saw the truck.

Phil dashed over to the blonde girl and saved her before the truck could even hit her. The truck driver was talking on his cell phone, not knowing that he was going to hit the blonde girl and Phil. Phil then threw a rock. The rock popped the truck tires and made the truck stop moving.

The driver looked out the window. "Darn it! Hey, which punk did that?!"

"Are you okay?" Phil asked the blonde girl.

"Yeah, I am," the blonde girl replied, then looked at her leg to see it had a scratch. "Other than my leg."

"Owch..." Phil winced, then carried her like a bride. "Let's get that cleaned up."

"Oh, you don't have to..." the blonde girl said.

"I insist... Come on, let's go." Phil said as he carried her to the doctor's office.

"Miranda might get mad if I'm with someone else besides her." the blonde girl said.

"Miranda?" Phil asked.

"She's my friend..." the blonde girl frowned. "I appreciate this, but you really shouldn't..."

"I have to," Phil insisted. "I couldn't let someone beautiful like yourself alone to fend for yourself."

"Aww," the blonde girl smiled. "You're so sweet."

Phil smiled as he continued to carry her.

The nurse was tapping at her computer, then looked over as Phil came in with the girl.

"Excuse me, but this girl scratched her knee, it looks pretty bad..." Phil said to the nurse.

"What's your name, sweetie?" the nurse asked.

"Courtney Gripling." the blonde girl revealed.

"All right..." the nurse typed that into her computer. "Please have a seat and the doctor will be right with you."

"Thank you." Phil said as he took the girl to sit with him.

Courtney winced and hissed in pain. "Owch..."

"Oh, man, I'm so sorry, really, I'm sorry." Phil cooed.

"It's okay..." Courtney struggled.

"Hopefully the doctor comes quickly..." Phil said. "I hope so anyway."

"Me too." Courtney agreed as she held her leg in pain.

Phil stayed by her side as there were more patients who were also waiting.

"Okay, which one is in pain?" Dr. Hartman asked.

"Me, sir..." Courtney winced.

"All right, come over here." Dr. Hartman put her in a wheelchair.

"Can I go back with her?" Phil pleaded.

"Oh, my God!" Dr. Hartman yelped.

"What?!" Phil and Courtney asked in worry.

"This painting's crooked," Dr. Hartman said as he put it back into position. "Can you believe this?"

"Phew!" Phil and Courtney were revealed it wasn't about the blonde girl's injury.

"She's gonna die." Dr. Hartman then said.

"What!?" Phil and Courtney asked.

"Whoever sent me this Facebook post is gonna die if I don't send this chain letter to four more people." Dr. Hartman said.

Phil and Courtney sighed, this was going to be a long day for them.