Hello! Aren't you proud? I'm back with another update:D I'm quite pleased at how fast I finished this chappy. It is rather short, but the next one is going to be really long. This is just to give you something to read and make you hate me for leaving you in suspense. Aren't I the evil one? hehe Anyhoo...I would like to assure my friend Perch that you will get the box of plushies. I must not have seen your review last time. I'm so sorry for missing you:( Can you ever forgive me? I will be also give you a huge box of chocolate covered Newsies for a sorry gift. That ok with you? Ok, onto my thanks for the last chappy. Thanks to... mistymixwolf aka Perch, Gryffindor's Newsie, ElleestJenn, madmbutterfly713. Thanks to you all for reviewing...I'm running out of gifts to give out to you lovely people. Have any suggestions...Ok, go read my story so I can get back to writing it! The next chapter is already written, just have to type it up and then load it. So, the sooner you review, the sooner you get your next chappy:D Enjoy!

Chapter Twenty-One

Skittery walked down the halls confidant that he wouldn't be recognized. When all the others had hurried after Jack tot hear his plan, or lack there of, he had started following his own plan: find Rory at all costs! God must have been looking down and smiling at him because he had been able to find a pile of newly cleaned white suits that some of the fancy waiters had been wearing. Without thinking about it, he had ducked into to a small closet and changed from his normal garb. A look in a mirror told him that he looked pretty good! So, now he was carrying a basket of clean towels and searching the halls for her room.

"You! Boy!" A loud voice called down the hall after him.

"Me, Sir?" Skitts turned to face the voice.

"Yes, you." The voice belonged to a short, rather pudgy man dressed like Skittery. "Where are you going with those?"

"Um, I was told to take them to the lady's room. But, I've forgotten the room number…"

The balding man sighed and shook his head in frustrated annoyance. "You lads will be the death of me yet! The young lady's room is upstairs in room 321. Got that? 321."

Skitts swallowed down his exhilaration and curtly nodded his head before turning around to head back the way he had come. The minute the older man rounded the corner, he broke into a jog. The stairs he took two at a time, and the hallway flew past him as he counted down the numbers. 400…395…360…330…325…

321. His lungs heaved from the sprint and from the nervous anxiousness coursing through his veins. He lifted a shaking hand to grasp the doorknob and slowly turned it.

The pier by the huge yacht had become pretty clear by the time the girls arrived. They were all panting and gasping for air after their nearly dead sprint from the LH. It hadn't taken long to decide to follow the boys and see what they were up too. They all wanted to help find their friend, and they weren't going to stand by and let the boys have all the fun of smashing some faces in!

Shooter led the group up the gangplank and onto the wide deck. They all had to stop and stare in amazement at all the beautiful furnishings. Never in their whole lives had they seen anything like this before. It made each one forget for a few moments about why they were on the yacht to begin with. Suddenly, on their right, a door opened and several familiar heads peaked out at them.

"Hawk! Shooter! Kitten! Girls! What are youse doin' heah! Youse bettah have a good explanation bout dis. " It was clear to all of them that Jack was not happy to see them in the least.

"Well…. Um…We…. Twitch, why don't youse answer da man. Aftah all, he's youse boyfriend, an' it was yer idea." Sweeps smirked at Twitch before pushing her towards the fuming Jack and rest of the boys.

Twitch gave Shooter the meanest look she could muster and turned to face the firing squad. "Well, to start with, we don't like bein' left behind at our friend's expense. We wanted ta help. So, we came ta help. Deal wit it Jack."

The girls behind her gave nods that agreed with their spokesperson. All the boys glared at them for several minutes before pulling the ladies into the room they had been hiding in.

"So…what's da plan?" Perch smiled at the still fuming boys.

"Da plan fer right now is ta find Skitts. He's gone an' run off agin." Race glared at Jack as the girls went crazy.

"SHUT UP!"

All heads turned to stare at Snipeshooter in surprise. He stood there staring at them in disgust and annoyance. "Dis is not helpin' me sistah at all. Git it tageddah! We's heah fer Trippah, not to see who can be da best hero. Now, we's gonna split up an' see what we ken find. Da goils kin help too. We meet back heah in twenty minutes. Got dat?"

All heads nodded as the short red head grabbed four of the boys and headed off in search of his sister. He'd be darned if his uncle was going to win this time!