DING DONG! Tara's doorbell rang very loudly. She rushed to open it.
"Steed," Tara screamed hopefully.
"Afraid not," the man replied, stepping out of the shadows. It was Peter Peel.
"You," Tara growled.
"Hold on. I've a proposition to make."
"What is it," Tara sighed.
"Well, you want Steed, and I want my wife back."
Tara leaned forward. "Do tell."
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Mrs. Peel wiped her mouth and leaned back. "Well, that was satisfying," she remarked.
Steed nodded and took another sip of wine. "Where could they have gone," he questioned.
Esteed popped up followed by Cassandra Elise. "Okay. We're ready to go."
"But I thought you were-" Steed sputtered.
"Oh we're not anymore," Esteed explained. "We went to McDonalds!"
Steed sighed. "Americans," he muttered.
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Tara arose bright an early the next day, determined to look her best.
Verena Gruen and Alexis Rockford stumbled down the stairs at around 8 am, grumpy at being owken up by the noise of Tara's hairdryer.
Alexis whistled, "Someone looks nice today."
"Is there any particulary reason why you decided to dress up," Verena Gruen questioned.
Tara decided to play dumb. "Can't a girl get dressed up without getting the third degree."
"No," Verena and Alexis answered together.
The doorbell rang.
"Whew," Tara muttered. "Saved by the bell!"
"I love Zack Morris," the girls chanted. Tara looked confused.
"Never mind," Verena Gruen giggled.
Tara opened the door. "Peter," she smiled. "How nice to see you."
"Since when does Tara like Peter," Alexis whispered.
"Since I apologized for punching Steed," Peter answered.
Tara spoke up. "We're supposed to meet Mrs. Peel and Steed at 9."
Verena Gruen groaned. "We'll go get ready."
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Peter drove Tara, Alexis, and Verena to the appointed meeting site; Steed's flat. It had a good central location.and the girls had insisted upon meeting there.
Steed opened the door a bit warily, he did have a black eye after all.
"Sorry old chap," Peter motioned to punch Steed's arm. Before he noticed the warning look in Steed's eyes.
Mrs. Peel walked in from the kitchen, carrying a tray on which was situated two cups of coffee, two cups of tea, and two steaming plates of pancakes and bacon. Peter reached for a plate, but was swiftly smacked by a stern looking Mrs. Peel. "The girls haven't eaten yet," she reprimanded him.
Peter put on a puppy face. "I apologized to Steed," he said, hoping that would bring a smile.
"Not in my hearing," Mrs. Peel returned.
Stifling a groan, Peter turned to Steed. "I'm terribly sorry, Steed."
"For," Mrs. Peel prompted.
"For hitting you," he answered.
"And?"
"And I'll never do it again," Peter finished.
"Apology," Steed paused, seeing the sparks fly from Mrs. Peel, "accepted."
The two shook hands each trying to break every bone in the other's hand.
After breakfast, the girls lined up on the sofa.
"How did you get here," Steed questioned.
"No clue,' Esteed responded, discreetly pushing the remote out of sight in a tuba that was handily sitting nearby.
"So, you have no idea how to get back to wherever you came from," Mrs. Peel asked.
"Unfortunately no," Cassandra Elise replied. She nodded to Esteed. "We've formulated a theory as to why we're hre."
"And," Tara prompted. Peter looked stricken. He had a pretty good idea of where this was leading.
"We think we're here to fix a wrong," Esteed completed.
"But I thought," Alexis Rockford was swiftly kicked in the shins.
"Do you think we might go somewhere," Verena Gruen interrupted, drawing attention from Alexis' pain. "I'm tried of being indoors.
"How about the park," Peter suggested.
"Fine idea," Steed responded, and opened the door to leave. Standing there was a great hulk of a man, who towered over Steed. His hand was raised, as if to ring the bell.
"May I help you," Steed questioned.
"Umm," the man stalled for time, then deciding to make a decisive choice, he suddenly, without warning, hit Steed across the jaw, with his elbow, knocking him across the room. Mrs. Peel and Tara instantly went to the defensive. Both were knocked down. Only Peter stood between the goon and the four girls on the sofa.
AN: Oh no! What happens next!?!?!?!?! Who hired the goon? Will Peter be knocked out, or will he save the day?
"Afraid not," the man replied, stepping out of the shadows. It was Peter Peel.
"You," Tara growled.
"Hold on. I've a proposition to make."
"What is it," Tara sighed.
"Well, you want Steed, and I want my wife back."
Tara leaned forward. "Do tell."
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Mrs. Peel wiped her mouth and leaned back. "Well, that was satisfying," she remarked.
Steed nodded and took another sip of wine. "Where could they have gone," he questioned.
Esteed popped up followed by Cassandra Elise. "Okay. We're ready to go."
"But I thought you were-" Steed sputtered.
"Oh we're not anymore," Esteed explained. "We went to McDonalds!"
Steed sighed. "Americans," he muttered.
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Tara arose bright an early the next day, determined to look her best.
Verena Gruen and Alexis Rockford stumbled down the stairs at around 8 am, grumpy at being owken up by the noise of Tara's hairdryer.
Alexis whistled, "Someone looks nice today."
"Is there any particulary reason why you decided to dress up," Verena Gruen questioned.
Tara decided to play dumb. "Can't a girl get dressed up without getting the third degree."
"No," Verena and Alexis answered together.
The doorbell rang.
"Whew," Tara muttered. "Saved by the bell!"
"I love Zack Morris," the girls chanted. Tara looked confused.
"Never mind," Verena Gruen giggled.
Tara opened the door. "Peter," she smiled. "How nice to see you."
"Since when does Tara like Peter," Alexis whispered.
"Since I apologized for punching Steed," Peter answered.
Tara spoke up. "We're supposed to meet Mrs. Peel and Steed at 9."
Verena Gruen groaned. "We'll go get ready."
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Peter drove Tara, Alexis, and Verena to the appointed meeting site; Steed's flat. It had a good central location.and the girls had insisted upon meeting there.
Steed opened the door a bit warily, he did have a black eye after all.
"Sorry old chap," Peter motioned to punch Steed's arm. Before he noticed the warning look in Steed's eyes.
Mrs. Peel walked in from the kitchen, carrying a tray on which was situated two cups of coffee, two cups of tea, and two steaming plates of pancakes and bacon. Peter reached for a plate, but was swiftly smacked by a stern looking Mrs. Peel. "The girls haven't eaten yet," she reprimanded him.
Peter put on a puppy face. "I apologized to Steed," he said, hoping that would bring a smile.
"Not in my hearing," Mrs. Peel returned.
Stifling a groan, Peter turned to Steed. "I'm terribly sorry, Steed."
"For," Mrs. Peel prompted.
"For hitting you," he answered.
"And?"
"And I'll never do it again," Peter finished.
"Apology," Steed paused, seeing the sparks fly from Mrs. Peel, "accepted."
The two shook hands each trying to break every bone in the other's hand.
After breakfast, the girls lined up on the sofa.
"How did you get here," Steed questioned.
"No clue,' Esteed responded, discreetly pushing the remote out of sight in a tuba that was handily sitting nearby.
"So, you have no idea how to get back to wherever you came from," Mrs. Peel asked.
"Unfortunately no," Cassandra Elise replied. She nodded to Esteed. "We've formulated a theory as to why we're hre."
"And," Tara prompted. Peter looked stricken. He had a pretty good idea of where this was leading.
"We think we're here to fix a wrong," Esteed completed.
"But I thought," Alexis Rockford was swiftly kicked in the shins.
"Do you think we might go somewhere," Verena Gruen interrupted, drawing attention from Alexis' pain. "I'm tried of being indoors.
"How about the park," Peter suggested.
"Fine idea," Steed responded, and opened the door to leave. Standing there was a great hulk of a man, who towered over Steed. His hand was raised, as if to ring the bell.
"May I help you," Steed questioned.
"Umm," the man stalled for time, then deciding to make a decisive choice, he suddenly, without warning, hit Steed across the jaw, with his elbow, knocking him across the room. Mrs. Peel and Tara instantly went to the defensive. Both were knocked down. Only Peter stood between the goon and the four girls on the sofa.
AN: Oh no! What happens next!?!?!?!?! Who hired the goon? Will Peter be knocked out, or will he save the day?