This is set around early Series 5. Becky's cousin and his family is introduced slightly earlier than in the series.
5-year-old Michelle Tanner said goodbye to her older sister Stephanie as she dropped her off at her kindergarten classroom. She was looking forward for what was going to happen. As she made herself comfortable between her two friends, Denise Frazer and Teddy, their teacher, Ms Wiltrout, came in with two young girls who looked as though they were twins.
"Good morning, class," said Ms Wiltrout. "Today, we have two new students: Debbie and Darla Donaldson. They come from Nebraska. Debbie, Darla, would you like to say hi to the class?"
"This school is nothing like what we went to," said one twin to the other.
"I agree," said the other twin to the one.
Denise turned to Michelle. "I've got a bad feeling about these two," she said.
Soon, it was lunchtime, and the milk and cookies were passed around. Michelle was sitting next to the twins as they got their share. Michelle immediately tucked in, but the twins just stared at their lunchboxes coldly and pushed them away.
"Ew, this is gross!" exclaimed one twin. "We only drink Borden's milk!"
"And these cookies look like they're home-made," complained the other. "Come on, you guys," coaxed Michelle. "These are really nice, you'll enjoy them."
"What's to enjoy about products like these?" said one twin.
"Everything," said Michelle, as the twins rolled their eyes. "Which one of you is which?"
"I'm Debbie," said one twin. "And she's Darla. You can tell it by the freckle under my eye," she finished patronisingly.
"Okay, Debbie," said Michelle, now wanting to make conversation. "What was Nebraska like?"
"This is nothing compared to Nebraska," said Debbie, as Darla nodded her head in agreement.
"You got a bad attitude," said Michelle, as she finished the last of her snack. Just then, as if it was timed, the bell signalling the end of lunchtime went off.
Stephanie joined Michelle on the bus ride home, listening to what had happened with Debbie and Darla.
"Well, Michelle, some people are like that," Stephanie, 9, advised her younger sister. "But you gotta ignore them. See, the problem is that they don't know how to keep their feet on the ground and interact with other people. I mean, it's okay not to like some things, but when that happens, you gotta keep it to yourself."
"Well, they certainly didn't like the milk and cookies we got, and boy, did they let it show. And they didn't want to come on the bus. They say it's too stinky."
"I don't know about the bus," mused Stephanie. "But the milk and cookies - now that's a problem."
Soon, the bus reached Stephanie and Michelle's house. They thanked the driver and got off, walking inside. The house was unusually empty these past few days: their father Danny, a TV show host, was busy in Canada with a new programme, and their elder sister D.J., who was 14, was involved in an exchange student programme in Germany. Uncle Jesse Katsopolis, their deceased mother's brother, and Joey Gladstone, their father's best friend, had come to live with them since then, but even they were busy with their new radio show. The only person around was Jesse's wife Becky, whom he had married only recently, and who had since given birth to twin sons, Nicky and Alex. She was in the kitchen, fiddling with the toaster, when the girls came in.
"Hey Steph, hey Michelle," she said. "How was school?"
"It was okay," said Michelle, "except for these two new girls who came from Nebraska. They didn't want to have the milk and cookies because they said they weren't good enough."
"Well, that's not very nice," said Becky. "What were their names?"
But then, before they could answer, the door burst open and a man and a woman, he short and curly-haired, she leggy and blonde, came in. With them were - "That's them," said Michelle. "Debbie and Darla Donaldson."
Becky went over to recieve them. "Cousin Dick and Donna, what a welcome surprise! And Debbie, Darla, and Danielle, look at you, how you've grown!"
"Are they the new girls?" Stephanie asked Michelle.
"Yes they were. But I didn't know they were related to Aunt Becky!"
"Well guess what? That other girl, Danielle, came to my class this morning. I couldn't tell you about her, though." Soon, the couple left their children in the house and left to go somewhere. Becky turned to her nieces.
"Girls, these are Debbie, Darla and Danielle Donaldson, and they are my cousin's daughters. They've just moved here from Nebraska, and they'll be spending the night here because their parents have a charity event."
"They're attending our school!" piped up Stephanie.
"Are you now?" said Becky to the three other girls. "Well, I'm sure you'll make very good friends with Stephanie and Michelle. They're my nieces."
"Yes, we will, Aunt," said Danielle, in an unconvincingly sweet tone.
Michelle and Stephanie sensed trouble.
Soon it was nine o'clock - bedtime for the children. Debbie and Darla were playing video games on their Nintendos.
"Can I have a go?" said Michelle innocently.
"When you buy one," drawled Darla.
"Isn't it bedtime for you?" taunted Debbie.
"Isn't it bedtime for you?" hit back Michelle.
Meanwhile, Danielle was giving Stephanie trouble. "Do you still sleep with a soft toy?" she teased.
"Yes I do," said Stephanie unabashedly. "Mr Bear, I've had him since I was five."
"Oooh, you still haven't grown out of the baby zone, have you?" said Danielle. "Not completely. I see you haven't," rejoined Stephanie, pointing at a giant, puffy, extravagantly dressed doll.
"This is not a soft toy," said Danielle. "It's a very sophisticated security blanket. And I get the bed," she added, jumping into the middle of Stephanie's old metal framed bed. Immediately she started to complain that it wasn't comfortable enough.
Stephanie decided to go into her father's vacant room, taking her trenchcoat-wearing teddy bear with her. The bed in there was too big and too soft, but hey, snooty Danielle was missing out on her chance of comfort.
More to come in Chapter 2!