(A/N: Thanks for the loverly reviews! And also thanks to psychobunny410 for the great, brilliant, and inspired idea! [gives psychobunny410 a PotC gift basket] Thanks again! Enjoy!)

Disclaimer: I'm sure you know this by now, but I own nothing but Isabelle.

After silent protests and battling internally with himself about when to begin cleaning the house, Jack finally began to straighten up the living room. He picked up some things, not really paying too close attention. Then he picked up the shattered remnants of a black and gold printed vase and scratched his head. "Did you break this one?" He asked Isabelle.

She looked at it for a few moments before shaking her head. "No. I no break." She replied.

"I don't remember breaking this. Or even seeing it before." Jack said staring intently at the pieces. "Me mind must be going." He shrugged and continued to clean. He saw a few more objects that he didn't recognize but chalked it up to not paying attention. He had the room halfway clean and thought he was making good time. He decided that he deserved a break.

"Play wit me!" Isabelle tugged on his hand when she saw that he stopped cleaning.

"I need a break." Jack laid on the couch and shut his eyes. This had been a long day for him and he was more than ready for some sleep.

"No! Play!" Isabelle climbed on the couch and dropped herself into a sitting position on his stomach. Jack grunted and his eyes opened.

"What do you want from me?" He whined.

"Play!" Isabelle insisted. She got off the couch and went to find her toys. "'Ack! No toys!" She came back with a frown.

"You can't find them?"

"No."

"I probably put them away while I was cleaning. Speaking of which, I should probably continue because your parents will be back soon."

Jack got off the couch and resumed cleaning the living room. He found bits of colored glass and some torn fabric in the corner near a small window and just noticed that the window itself was made of stained glass and broken. The curtains that hung near it's sides were torn. He looked around quizzically. Something was different about the house. He knew that he and Isabelle hadn't made this big of a mess, he knew that he and Isabelle hadn't destroyed this many things, and he knew that Will and Elizabeth didn't have this many things. Something was wrong.

"Does anything seem different to you?" He wondered.

Isabelle looked around and shrugged. Jack went in the kitchen and gasped. There was no oatmeal covering the walls. The lock on the back door had been smashed and was barely hanging on. The kitchen looked completely different. He went back into the living room. "Something is definitely wrong here." He said. Suddenly the front door opened.

"'Ack!" Isabelle shouted and pointed to the door.

Jack launched into his pre-planned apology. "Will, Elizabeth, I'm sorry and I didn't mean to do it and something is really wrong here.. You're not Will and Elizabeth." He paused after his statement. Two people he had never seen before in his life were standing in front of him. The man was irate and his face was growing red while the woman's eyes were widened and she was turning white.

A short, awkward pause followed as the couple and Jack stared at each other. The silence was quickly broken. "BURGLAR!" The woman shrieked and began to smack Jack with her parasol.

"No! Ouch! It was a mistake! OW! WHAT IS THAT THING MADE OF?!" Jack yelled as he tried to protect himself from the woman's blows.

"ROBBER! SCOUNDREL! PIRATE!" The woman kept screaming and hitting Jack.

"Okay, I take offense to that! OUCH!" Jack exclaimed.

"What did you take?" The man grabbed Jack by the collar and pulled him to close to him.

"Nothing! This is all a mistake."

"Give it back!"

"I didn't take anything."

"Don't lie!"

"I'm not lying."

"We'll report you to the Commodore!"

Jack rolled his eyes. "Oh please not the Commodore. Anything but that." He pleaded sarcastically.

"What did you take?"

"For the last time, I didn't take anything! We just came in the wrong house."

"How did you get in?"

"Window. Thought we locked ourselves out."

"That's a terrible lie!"

"If I were to go rob a house, would I really do it with a two-year-old?" Jack motioned to Isabelle.

The man and the woman looked at each other with questioning looks.

"So now if you'll excuse us, I think we'll be leaving." Jack tried to walk away but the man kept his grip on him.

"Not yet. Who are you?" The man questioned, the angry look never leaving his face.

"I'm... Leaving." Jack said quickly slipping out of the man's grip, grabbing Isabelle, and getting out the door before the man realized what had happened.

Luckily for him, the horse and carriage were still there. "Hey!" The man yelled and watched Jack drive away.

"Yay!" Isabelle cheered from the carriage when they were a safe distance away.

"Yes, nice job giving us the wrong house." Jack nodded. "You'd think you'd know your own house but no. Let's just go in a stranger's house and let Jack get us out of trouble again! Let's throw a little beating with a parasol in there too. Just for laughs. Sounds like a bloody good plan." He muttered.

"There! House!" Isabelle pointed to a house.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Absolutely?"

"YES!"

"Alright. If you're wrong, I'm leaving you here to fight for yourself." Jack stopped the horse and they went to the door. It was open. "Now before you do anything, look around and make sure this is the right house!" Jack told Isabelle. She nodded.

Jack checked everything and it was the same. They were in the right house. That still left the problem of the huge mess, but he wasn't concerned with that at the moment. Isabelle came in.

"Right house." She said confidently and even brought some of her toys as proof.

"Good. Finally something goes right." Jack said. He heard a noise outside and went to check what it was. The horse and carriage they had used ran off, but a new one was approaching. "Oh great. Bloody wonderful." Jack moaned as he shut the curtain.

"What?" Isabelle questioned.

"I think your parents are coming."

"Uh oh."

"You can say that again."

"Uh oh."

"I didn't mean that literally. How are we going to get all of this clean in less than five minutes?"

Isabelle scrunched her face in concentration and Jack began to pace around the room. "I've got it!" He exclaimed. "I hope this works." He said as he frantically began to put his plan into action.

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A/N: What's Jack doing? What's his plan? Ooh! Cliffhanger! Hehe. Thanks again to psychobunny410 who gave me the idea of Jack and Isabelle going into the wrong house and them not noticing because the house had been robbed and was messy. Thank you!!! Hope you enjoyed this chapter and please review!