Two - Gone Fishin'
Up in her bedroom, Stella was drawing with a red crayon all over the sleeping Anna's face. "Well, Miss Anna, do you like some makeup?" the young girl asked, "Okay!"
Back downstairs, the boys had just finished cleaning up Cassie's mask while the teen girl washed her t-shirt. Chuck then waved a floppy disk in front of Fly and angrily chastised, "You're lucky I made a back-up! Do you have any idea what would've happened…"
"Chill out, Chuckie!" said Fly, "Nothing happened!"
Stella, who was walking down the stairs, looked over and smiled, "Hi, Fly!"
"Uh, weren't you supposed to be sleeping?" Fly asked.
Cassie came over with her towel in her arms and added, "Yeah, Stella. Your mom and dad said that you need to be in bed right now."
"Aunt Anna's on my bed!" Stella grinned.
"Oh no!" Cassie said as she did a face palm, "Everything happens at my cousins' house!"
"Oh, right!" Fly grinned as he walked away, "I'm outta here!"
"What?" Cassie wondered as she and Chuck decided to go upstairs.
At that moment, Fly came riding by on his skateboard with a fishing rode in hand as he asked his cousins, "Hey, Chuck! Cassie, where are you two going?"
"To wake my mom," Chuck answered with a frown, not looking at his cousin.
"I think the question is, where are YOU going, young man?" Cassie asked sternly.
Ignoring his older cousin, Fly snatched the floppy disk from Chuck and grinned, "Oh, no you're not!"
"Hey, give it back!" ordered the fat boy.
"You heard my brother!" said Cassie, "And you didn't answer my question!"
"Guess where you two are going?" said Fly.
"I'm not going anywhere!" Chuck said as he crossed his arms before removing his glasses, "Now give it back!"
"You and Cassie are coming fishing with me!" said Fly as he took up his skateboard.
"What?" Cassie asked with disbelief, "Fly, I hate water! It ruins my makeup and gets me all wet!"
"You do realize there's waterproof makeup, right?" Chuck asked his sister with a raised brow; he turned to Fly and frowned at him, "Cassie's right - not in a million years!"
"I definitely think you are!" Fly mocked as he tried biting down on the floppy disk.
"No, Fly, no!" cried Chuck.
"You wouldn't dare!" added Cassie.
"You're not the boss of me!" Fly said with the disk close to his teeth.
Several minutes later, Chuck and Cassie were skidding down the street with roller skates on their feet. "No, no!" cried Chuck, "WHOA!" The fat boy had terrible balance as he tried to catch up with his cousins; Fly carried Stella in one arm and his fishing rod in the other arm as he skateboarded down the street.
Cassie, on the other hand, roller skated as fast as she could with a determined look. "Not so fast, blondie!" she called out to Fly.
"Yee-haw!" the blonde boy cheered as his little sister giggled.
The four children skated towards a lighthouse and down some curvy hills towards a beach.
"Isn't this just totally cool?" asked Fly.
"It is if I'm not chasing after you!" Cassie called to him while her brother struggled to keep his balance.
It wasn't long before the children reached a broken dead end in the road. Cassie gasped with fear and called out, "Fly, look out!"
Luckily, the blonde boy stopped just in time as Cassie and Chuck came to a halt beside a pole.
Soon, Fly and Stella were standing on top of a large rock on the beach; the blonde boy cast his fishing line out into the water, while Chuck and Cassie stayed behind on a different rock several yards away. Cassie left the rock she and her brother were standing on and jumped onto a different rock a few inches away from it. "Fly!" she called out with disgust, "I really don't like what you're doing! For one thing, your parents are gonna go berserk after I tell them what happened; another thing is that my brother hates water; and lastly – I'm gonna get my hair and makeup wet if I have to save you from any undertow!"
Fly didn't listen to his cousin as he felt his fishing line jerk. "I've got a bite!" he gasped excitedly as he started to reel the line in, "Hey, Chuck! Cassie, come on over and gimme a hand!"
Cassie did a face palm as she groaned, "You didn't listen to me, did you?"
Chuck, meanwhile, called out to Fly, "I can't swi- I mean, we're not allowed to…"
"Come on!" Fly insisted, "Get a move on! Or are you scared?" He said the last part in a rather naughty tone.
As she jumped onto another rock, Cassie felt some waves splash onto her dark gray pants, making her yelp. "FLY!" the older girl growled out loud. But then she turned to her brother and said, "Well, come on, Chuck! You can do it!"
Poor Chuck wearily and nervously stepped onto the rocks as he reluctantly followed his sister in order to help Fly.
Cassie snickered a bit and giggled, "Chuck, you really ARE a guppy when it comes to water!"
"I am not!" Chuck retorted at her as he tried to catch up.
It wasn't long before Chuck and Cassie got behind Fly just as he was reeling something in. "It's gotta be something the size of a shark!" Cassie said with awe.
Fly eventually pulled something large up, making him fall backward onto Stella, Cassie, and Chuck. As everyone sat up, Cassie giggled at Fly's "catch", which turned out to be an old aluminum soup can.
Confused, Fly and Chuck looked at each other while the can dangled from the end of the blonde boy's fishing line. Then, the can fell off, making water spill out of it, along with a tiny turquoise seahorse.
"Awww," Cassie said with sympathy as she saw the little creature struggle in a puddle of water, "Look at the poor little seahorse."
Stella looked down at the seahorse with wide eyes before she picked it up in her hands and smiled at it, "Little fishy!"
"It's a hippocampus vulgaris," Chuck said as he examined the animal.
"No, it isn't!" Stella argued as she moved the seahorse away, "It's a girl!"
"How do you know that?" Cassie asked with a raised brow as she crossed her arms.
"I'm going to call her Sasha!" Stella grinned as she looked at the seahorse.
"Oh, now you're naming it?" Cassie asked with sarcasm, "Well, that's really nice, isn't it?"
"You know, Cassie's right," said Chuck, "It has to go back in the water, Stella."
Stella became shocked and sad when she heard those words. She looked at the little animal as Fly held his hand out and coaxed, "Here, give it to me."
"No!" the little girl argued as she brought the seahorse away.
"Stella, please," said Cassie as her tone softened, "We just want what's best for this little creature, and I think it's best that Sasha goes back into the ocean, where her real family is probably worried sick about her."
"Stella, come on," said Fly as he sister started to cry.
"She's mine!" the little girl whined.
"She'll die if you don't put her back," Fly told her.
"He's right, Stella," Cassie added as she looked at her cousin sympathetically, "Seahorses need water to live."
Stella sniffed, looked at Sasha, and then reluctantly decided to put her back into the ocean.