A/N: THIS IS IT! I've worked on this fic since the last day of January of 2004. And if you are a friend of mine and you are reading this, you most likely got tired of me saying, "I'm writing in ST... Sorry if I'm not talking." After I ended this fic, I was so very happy that I made it. I want to thank Natsu and Megan especially for helping me out with this fic. You guys helped me when I was stuck on a few parts and never stopped giving me encouragement to keep going. You guys are my team of Double Agents, and I want to thank you so much. I want to thank the rest of you guys that also supplied support and encouragement!

Anyway, onto the fic...

Chapter 1: The Beginning Of The Confusion

All was stopped at the Bad Hams Place. All was paused; all was needed to be put in resume again. The freezing rain continued to come down from the dark storm clouds above. The lightning storm continued its path as the Bad Hams waited for it all to stop.

Stella opened her bright, silver eyes and looked around the cozy living room. Mike was sitting in his leather chair while reading a world history book, and he didn't look very interested in it at all. Roger was on the couch reading aloud like he usually did to a few of the Numbers in the floor in front of the couch. Becky was playing solitaire with a pocket PC while on the floor in front of a magazine.

Stella herself was just looking at letters and bills she had gotten from numerous hamsters. One was from the credit card company telling her to pay her four-month-late bills. Another was from Roger, which was no surprise. She sighed as she glanced at all the mail, which was mostly bills.

Stella continued throwing the bills in the scorching fire. She was not going to pay them. Why should she? Stella was naturally a spoiled, bratty beauty queen and a dark princess. Why should she listen to inferior forces? She was not going to pay those bills until it had been six months, like she usually did. Or should she even then?

After throwing a few bills in the fire, there was an envelope that caught Stella's eye. She glanced at it eerily. This envelope was too formal to be from the credit card companies and Roger, and it could not have been from anyone she really knew. Stella shrugged as she gingerly opened the envelope.

Mike looked up at Stella, who was slightly paused as she pulled the letter out of the envelope. He glanced at it eerily and got up from his leather chair. Mike walked over to Stella, cleared his throat, and inquired, "What do you have there, Stella?"

The rest of the Bad Hams' attention focused on Stella as she took the letter out of the envelope. She shrugged and whispered, "Like, how should I know?"

Roger put his book marker in his book and looked up inquiringly. He glanced at it and mumbled, "I wondeer whaat eet eez."

"We're, like, gonna find out," Stella whispered as she unfolded the neatly folded letter. She read it to herself and turned pale. Stella looked up from the letter to Mike and then back down at the letter again. She couldn't believe it; it was just too unbelievable. Stella glanced up at Mike and remembered she'd never told him anything about this or anything about the subject of the letter...

"Mike, I have something to tell you," Stella whispered as she looked back down at the letter.

Mike tilted his head and asked, "What is it, Stella?"

"Uh, well, you know how that I'm here right now?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, like, yeah...just read..." She handed him the letter and watched Mike as he read it.

After he read it, Mike looked up at Stella and then back down at the letter. He whispered, "Why the heck did you never tell me about your father?" He added a few grumbles here.

"Well, see," Stella whispered, "uh, I know you prolly wished I had told you about him and his sickness and when he came down with it five months ago, but, see, I don't like my father."

"Which-"

Becky looked annoyed and questioned, "So, what the heck is wrong?"

Mike shook his head and mumbled, "Well, Stella's father is supposedly dead from pneumonia. It tells us that there's gonna be a funeral... Stella, how about we go? I wouldn't mind, and I'm sure everyone else wouldn't mind. We might miss something if we don't go..."

Roger looked up. "Oh, moi, I am so sorry, Miss Stella," he remarked. "I hope your motheer eez okay."

Stella turned pale. "Roger," she whispered, "I don't have a mother. She walked out when I was a kid."

Becky rolled her eyes. "Who cares?" she retorted.

Mike frowned and scowled, "Becky, this funeral is in a few days. I suggest we go soon." He walked out of the room without any other words to say.

Stella sighed as she leaned back in the bean bag chair she was in. "This is prolly stirring his memory about that time... That time with Father and...him..."

A few days later...

Mike glanced over at Stella. They were in Hamster City with the rest of the Bad Hams, and they were in front of the funeral home. Stella was wearing a black dress, and Mike was wearing a black tuxedo. Roger was also wearing a black tuxedo, and Becky was wearing a black dress also. The Numbers were also wearing tuxedos.

Stella walked into the funeral home with the rest of the Bad Hams following her. She whispered to herself before she entered, "I hope he's not here."

A few hours later...

After the funeral, Stella, Mike, Roger, and Becky were standing outside of the funeral home. Mike's eyes were wide open, and he continued to disbelieve. He couldn't believe it...

"You mean your father was one of the wealthiest hamsters in history, and you still didn't tell me?!" Mike inquired.

Stella looked down at the ground. "It's true," she whispered.

"And you're inheriting it all...," Becky murmured with jealousy in her voice.

Roger nodded. "Who was that one hamster?" he questioned.

Stella shrugged uneasily. "I don't know...," she whispered in a worried tone.

Contiguously a light brown and beige hamster walked up to the four Bad Hams. "Hi, Stella," he mumbled.

Stella turned pale. "Who da heck are you?!" she demanded as if she did not know.

The guy hamster looked up at her. "You know me," he whispered.

Mike frowned and retorted, "Hashaa? Do you see me here? Now...GO!"

The hamster scowled. "Excuse me?" he returned sharply. "I've known this young lady way before you!"

"Who da heck are YOU?!" Stella shouted still as if she still did not know.

The light brown hamster turned back toward Stella and whispered, "Oh, why don't you remember me? I'm Jake, remember now?"

Stella turned even paler. "Yea, I do," she whispered back. "What are you here now for?"

"You know what I'm here for...," he whispered.

Mike had had enough. He pushed Jake against the wall and shouted, "I told you to go! Don't bother Stella! I don't want to have to see your face anymore after you leave! Now go!"

Jake scowled and pushed Mike away. He walked away slowly, still looking back...

"Gah...," Mike murmured angrily.

Becky scowled and turned around. "Why does she get all of the attention?!" she inquired loudly.

Roger shook his head. "I do not get eet...," he whispered.