Frank and Joe were in Joe's room, with Joe sprawled on his bed throwing a rubber ball up in the air and catching it, and Frank stoically leaning the desk chair back and forth.
"I still think I should be the one to go undercover." Frank said sullenly. "I know just as much about cars as you do."
Joe scoffed, "Yeah, but you lack that bad boy vibe that I pull off so well." He tossed his head, causing his hair to fall into his eyes. Subsequently, he missed the ball he had just thrown, and it bounced off his forehead.
Frank caught it and threw it back at Joe with a smirk. "Sure. But if we're going to convince any of the guys who hang out at the mechanics shop of that, we're going to have to change your image. We 'Hardy Boys' are pretty much the poster boys of goody-two shoes."
Joe sat up and paused a moment, thinking. "That's true, I guess. We'll have to do something pretty drastic to get those guys to trust me." Another pause. "We could stage a fight." He proposed.
Frank frowned, weighing the potential benefits. "If everyone at school and in town thought you had a falling out with your family, it might make it more believable for you to hang out with Ron Jameson and the other guys who dig the mechanics shop. But would anyone buy it? We've never fought publicly before."
Joe bounced the ball off Frank's head this time. "But we've had our fair share of private squabbles. Maybe this could be fun."