At Littlest Pet Shop, Blythe brushed Pepper's tail after a good bath.

"So, Pepper, anything going on with you?" Blythe asked.

"Nah." Pepper offhandedly replied. "I'm trying to come up with something, but it gets a little harder... I know I'm close, though."

"Well, maybe you should go out there and find some inspiration, y'know?" Blythe replied. "I find shopping helps me whenever I need to think of a new outfit."

"So, go to a shoe store. Good plan." Pepper joked.

She laughed as Blythe playfully rolled her eyes. "Clever, Pepper." the animal whisperer sarcastically answered.

She finished brushing as Mrs. Twombly walked in, holding a green envelope.

"Blythe, it came!" Mrs. Twombly excitedly announced.

"It came?" Blythe asked.

"It came!" Mrs. T confirmed.

"Oh, awesome! Let me see!"

Mrs. Twombly handed Blythe the letter. Blythe quickly ripped the tab open to see its results. When she unfolded them, her eyes lit up.

"OMG! I won! Mrs. T, I won!" Blythe was close to jumping up and down from the excitement.

"Oh, excellent, Blythe!" Mrs. Twombly cheered, excited for her apprentice.

Pepper gave both of them a questioning look. Blythe calmed down and cleared her throat. "Mrs. Twombly, can you give me a minute?"

"Sure thing, dear. Call me in when you bring in the rest of the pets."

Blythe blushes. "That obvious?"

"Mm-hmm." Ms. Twombly hummed with a sly smile. She walked over to her office and entered it, then slammed the door shut.

Blythe turned to Pepper. "Well, to keep it short, last month, I entered a contest for a free week-long vacation to the best suite in Key West, Florida." she began.

Pepper immediately perked up. "And you won?!"

"Oh, yeah, I did!" Blythe said. "Well, I'm one of the winners."

Pepper asked, "There are other winners? So, it's like one of those 'select few' contests?"

"Pretty much! And as part of the reward, I can take about four other people with me." Blythe added.

"Four?" Pepper asked. "Why four?"

"It's a plane ride to one of the best resorts in the world." Blythe deadpanned.

"OK, that checks out." Pepper agrees. "But who're you going to bring?"

"Well, I was thinking I'd take my dad, Mrs. T., maybe Youngmee..." Blythe began.

"And us?"

"Um... I'm not sure I can fit you all in just one room." Blythe said.

"Wha-? "You totally could!" Pepper indignantly countered. "I mean, you've done it before!"

"In a normal hotel, yeah. In the expensive, super luxury suite... I'm not sure I can do that without getting the owner mad..."

Pepper used her tail to push herself towards Blythe's head while climbing on it. "Oh, come on, Blythe! What're we supposed to do without our favorite Mammoth-Headed Best Friend?"

Blythe sighs as she takes Pepper off her head. "Hey, I can take you guys along with me! Just... not all of you."

Pepper grumbled as she set herself down, folded her arms, and started emitting a foul green scent from her tail and rear end.

Blythe pinched her nose. "Pepper, you don't have to get upset..."

"Sister, upset doesn't begin to cover it." Pepper sassed.

Blythe sighed. "Great. And the bigger problem is, who do I take?" she mentally quizzed. "There are only three seats left, and there's no way they're just gonna let me bring in a bunch of over half a dozen animals with me, even by Pet Jet..."

Blythe mentally sighed. But in a few seconds, she realized something. "Wait a sec. I don't have to keep all of the pets with me, do I?"

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in her brain. "That's it!" She turned to Pepper. "Pepper, I think there's a loophole in the guide!"

Pepper's butt immediately cut the scent out as she looked up at Blythe. "What loophole?"

"They said I could take four people. They never said my friends couldn't take their pets with them." Blythe clarified.

"Oh, now you're talking! I'll go get the others!" Pepper excitedly scampered off to the Day Camp. Blythe, however, stayed and got back to her thoughts.

"Now, the hard part. Talking the 'owners' into my plan..."

0

Meanwhile, at the Biskit estate, Brittany and Whittany Biskit were sitting on lush chairs, focused even more than usual on their phones, typing furiously near the fireplace. Their father, pet food billionaire mogul Fisher Biskit looked in confusion from his ever-present newspaper.

"Girls, might I ask why you're typing faster than your usual 20 miles per hour?" Fisher dryly asked.

"Well, if you must know, Daddy, we have entered a contest for a vacation spot on one of the best beaches in the world," Brittany replied.

"Not that you'd really know about something fun, would you, Daddy?" Whittany sassed.

"Well, they've got me there." Fisher thought to himself. He raised his newspaper back to his face.

As if on cue, the doorbell rang. "Francois! The door!"

Francois, the family's loyal butler, heard the call and walked to the front door. "I'm on my way, Master Biskit," he called back.

He reached the door and opened it to find the mailman on the doorstep.

"Special delivery!" The mailman said. He handed Francois a green envelope.

"Thank you, Fredrick," Francois said. He shook hands with the fellow, then politely bowed before shutting the door and walking over to the Biskits. "Young Masters, I believe your prize results have arrived."

The twins as excitedly jumped out of their seats. "Yes! Hand it over, Francois!" Whittany demanded as she snatched it from the butler's hands.

"Always glad to be of service, Masters." Francois deadpanned as he walked out of the room.

Whittany rolled her eyes as she opened the envelope. The black-haired twin gasped as she pulled out the tickets to their resort vacation. "OMG! Whittany, we won! OMG! WHIT, WE WON!"

"We won!?" Brittany incredulity asked. "WE WON!"

The duo started high-fiving. "Daddy, we won!"

Fisher looked up from his paper, intrigued. "Well, girls. It's excellent that you've won. Which exotic locale have you chosen to enter?"

"Only the most fab hotel suite in Key West, daddy!" Brittany explained. "It's so amazing that you can only say its name whenever you are ten feet within its presence!"

"Really? What is it?"

"It's..." Brittany barely got a word out before Whittany quickly slapped her hand in front of her mouth.

"We'll tell you when we arrive in first class, Daddy," Whittany said.

"Good, then. We'll head out after I call out some vacation time." Fisher said.

Whittany opened her mouth to speak...

"Either I go, or you don't, girls." Fisher sternly warned. Then his face took on a pleasing smile. "Besides, I have plenty of vacation time stored up. Held on to it ever since I've had you two." He turned his head towards the hallway."Francois, notify the airport to fuel up our private jet."

"Right away, sir," Francois replied from the other room.

"And Francois?"

"Yes, sir?"

"How many vacation days have you saved up?" Fisher asked.

"Enough for a lifetime, sir."

"Then I suggest you get packing. You're about to have the whole week off."

Almost immediately, Francois zipped in, dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and light brown shorts, holding twin suitcases.

"How long..." Fisher began.

"Since the twins came into your life, Master." Francois deadpanned.

"Good. I excepted nothing less."