The girls sat in Rachael's room, boxes of clothes and belonging splayed everywhere. In front of them stood a singel board game, Candyland.

"Ha! I win!" cried Sarra as her red man hit the finish of the game.

"You suck," said Rachael as she started to draw cards randomly from the pile, seeing who would of gotten "Pimpy". "By the way, Jamie, you would have gotten Pimpy."

"Damn pimpy!" exclaimed Jamie as she started stuffing the playing cards back in to the box, along with all the little men.

Willy approached the door to Rachael's room. He had checked all the other rooms frantically, looking for his new children, er teenagers. He slowly raised his hand to knock on the door, when he realized that he was technically their parent, which meant that he had the right of intrusion. He burst through the door to see the girls sitting around a now packed box of Candyland.

"Candyland?" he asked as he pointed at the box.

"Hey! You're breaking and entering!" the girls yelled in unison as they ran at him. Willy didn't get it, he just stood there, not knowing of the wrath about to be bestowed upon him. Suddenly Sarra lunged and tackled him to the floor. She began to poke him in the stomach. Rachael pinned down his legs, while Jamie grabbed his arms. Sabrina, on the other hand, was now poking his forehead. Elise just stood there, saying that they were all stupid.

"Get off me!" came Willy's muffled cry. The girls seemed to not hear, er at least not try to hear. They kept up the act until he gave up and ran out of the room.

"That's what he gets for breaking and entering," said Jamie, slapping her hands together to give the illusion of dusting them off.

"Yeah, what if we had been naked!" exclaimed Sabrina.

"Why would we all be naked in the same room?" asked Sarra suspicously, now giving Sabrina a strange look.

"That is a very good question," said Rachael who gave Sabrina an equally strange look. Then she glared at the door for no reason. Elise slowly walked over to her friends, to bask in the glow of their triumph, or not.

"That was lame guys," said Elise, in an attempt to sound cool.

"No it wasn't, it made him go away," retorted Sarra with a smug look, but what she didn't know, was that Willy was waiting outside the door, slowly regaining strength to barge in on them again. He however did hear the part about what if they had been naked, and now thought that it wasn't such a good idea. Then again he did hear the other remarks on that statement. Anyway, thats beside the point, the point is, that he was regrouping so he could barge in on them once more.

"Anyway, we should help Rachael to unpack," said Sarra as she opened on of the boxes. At that precise moment, Willy burst through the door, this time he was prepared. He gave them all a smug look before walking over and sitting on the bed.

"What do you want?" asked Rachael, giving him an evil look.

"It's time for you all to help me in the factory," said Willy, giving her an evil look as well.

"Hell no!" cried Sabrina as she ran and locked herself in her own room. Willy looked on after her, it was going to be hard getting her out of her room, suddenly, Sarra got up and bolted out of the room, into her own room, where she locked the door tightly. The only ones left were Rachael, Elise, and Jamie. Jamie looked around the room slyly, then followed suite of the other two and ran out the door into her own room, once again locking the door. Elise gave Willy a glum look and slowly trudged out of the room, but at the last minute, before Willy could get up to stop her, she ran out, complaing about her knee the whole way out. The only one left was Rachael, considering it was her room.

"Well, well, well. It looks like it's just you and me. Why don't you head down to the inventing room?" asked Willy with a very smug look on his face. Rachael gave him a glare, but didn't bother to protest. He had grown wise to their antics, or at least he thought he had. She knew they had a few more tricks up their sleeve. Life with Willy sure would be interesting, she thought as she trudged toward the glass elevator.

"Well, there is one down," mumbled Willy as he walked across the hall to Sabrina's room. He slowly turned the knob, to see that it was indeed locked, which is strange since he heard the lock click, what a stupid thing to do. Anyway, he thought it as his duty to barge, being a "parent", so he grabbed the spare key from the top of the door and unlocked the door. Sabrina was nowhere to be found. He suddenly had the bright idea of looking in the bathroom. He poked his head in, to see the shower curtain lightly bulge. So, thats where she was hiding, he thought as he drew back the curtain, but to his suprise he only found an oompa loompa.

"What the hell are you doing in Sabrina's shower?" asked Willy.

"I don't know," replied the oompa loompa. "I happen to like sitting in Sabrina's shower, excuse me."

"Ok...do you know where Sabrina is?" asked Willy. The oompa loompa shook its head. Great, now Willy was on a teenager hunt. This should be fun, he thought to himself as he began searching numerous drawers, and in closets. Finally, Willy gave up and proceeded to the next room, Sarra's room. To his suprise he heard beautiful music coming from that room, and when he opened the door, he saw Sarra sitting on her bed, practicing Variations Un Sur Pays Do'c on her clarinet. A bright red stand stood before her.

Willy gaped at her. "How do you do that?" he asked.

"I've been playing for almost 8 years, and I've been in a youth symphony for 2 years now, and I've been in a wind symphony for 5 years now, and I've been taking private lessons from a very wonderful teacher for 2 years," replied Sarra as she gave him a "why the hell did you interrupt my practicing" look. Willy would soon come to learn that Sarra hated it when people bothered her while she was practicing.

"Well, I..uh," started Willy.

"Please, I need to finish," she said before he could finish.

"We really must go to wor..." he started.

"Do you know how hard it is to play beautiful music while being distracted?" she asked.

"No, but..." he started again, before he was once again cut off, but not by words this time. Sarra cut him off with her clarinet, and he slowly sat down on a nearby chair...waiting.