"Sugarsugarsugarsugarsugarsugarsugarsugar!"

"I can't believe Mum and Dad went off and left them with us…again!" Bill griped as he struggled to hold on to the back of George's shirt.

"I can. It's punishment for not looking after them the first time." Charlie managed to say as he held a wriggling Fred.

"Sugarsugarsugarsugarsugarsugarsugarsugar!"

"That's what I can't understand. If we proved ourselves to be bad baby-sitters the first time, what makes them think we should be any more responsible this time?"

"Sugarsugarsugarsugarsugarsugarsugarsugar!"

"Yeah, I see what you mean." Charlie replied, putting Fred on the ground and grabbing a hold of the back of his shirt.

"Maybe there's a place where we can get a couple of leashes around here." Bill commented.

"Sugarsugarsugarsugarsugarsugarsugarsugar!"

"Do you two actually think that Bill and I are stupid enough to let you have any more sugar than you've already had?" Charlie asked the chanting twins.

"Argh! I told you that it was bad idea to let them try that silky candy." Bill cried accusingly at Charlie.

"Cotton."

"Whatever. It was a bad idea."

"Well excuse me, Mr. Let's-go-and-get-the-twins-hooked-on-Coca-Cola!"

"Hey, I didn't think they would actually like it."

"Then why did you let them try it?"

"They asked me!"

"Then you should have said, 'no, I don't think you'll like it.'"

"Well you know what Charlie? I'm so sorry that I'm not as smart as you." Bill said sarcastically.

"Sugarsugarsugarsugarsugarsugarsugarsugar!"

"Be QUIET! FOR MERLIN'S SAKE!" Bill screamed at the twins, turning quite a few heads. Fred and George shut their mouths immediately and, along with everyone else, stared up with shocked expressions at Bill. "Er…I mean…er…Oh look! A fun house!" The four redheads made their way to the nearest fun house

"Well done."

"Shut up Charlie."

"WOW! THIS IS SO COOL!" Fred yelled.

"George, can you maybe not scream?" Bill asked.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not George."

"Whatever! I don't care who you are! Just don't scream!"

"OK BILL!" Both Fred and George hollered.

"You know what? I give up. That's it. I give up." Bill said hopelessly to Charlie as Fred and George scampered off to see the House of Mirrors.

"Maybe Muggle sugar wears off after a while and they'll lose their energy." Bill stared blankly at his younger brother.

"It must be nice to live in your world Charlie. This is Fred and George we're talking about. They aren't like other children. They were born hyper. They will die hyper. It's just one of those things that no one can change. Just like brooms were made for flying, Fred and George were made to be hyper."

"Aw…I miss my broom."

"Oh no! No no no! I did not just say that!" Bill said, exasperated. He grabbed Charlie's shoulders and directed him toward the House of Mirrors. "We are going to go into the House of Mirrors. And we are going to have fun. And after we get out of the House of Mirrors, I am signing you up for broom-a-holics anonymous."

"Thanks, glad to know you care about me so much."

"Not a problem, little bro. All for the love and mental stability of my family."

"Haha." Charlie said dryly as he and Bill walked into the House of Mirrors. "Woah!"

"Now this is cool." Bill said, impressed.

"Hey Bill look! I'm finally taller than you!"

"And skinnier! Enjoy it, because it won't last."

"Shut up."

"Hey, you have no idea how embarrassing it is to be called a weakling when compared to my little brother."

"BOO!" Fred and George jumped out of nowhere at their older brothers.

"ARGHHHH!" Fred and George burst into laughter at the looks on Bill and Charlie's faces.

"You two look you did when you found those garden gnomes running around the house in your knickers!" George was practically crying from laughter.

"Ok, do we have to mention that in public?" Bill hissed.

"And that only happened because you two let them in the house in the first place." Charlie said.

"No, Mum said we could and maybe it would teach you two a lesson about cleaning your room." Fred grinned with satisfaction.

"This coming from the inhabitants of the messiest room in the house means absolutely nothing to me." Bill told Fred.

"And besides, our room is clean now." Charlie said.

"Only because all of your junk goes to Hogwarts with you." George said. "Look at this! We're not identical anymore!"

"NO!" Fred cried.

"You know, as much as I love talking about school and messy rooms on what is supposed to be our vacation, I think it's time to do something fun." Bill said.

"What do you mean? This is fun." Fred said.

"Er…no. Let's go on a ride. Come on." Bill ushered his brothers to the exit.

"Woah! Look! Mission to Mars!" Fred yelled enthusiastically.

"Let's go on that one!" George shouted before he and Fred broke into a run, making a beeline for the ride called Mission to Mars.

"I guess we're going to Mars." Bill told Charlie.

"Guess so."

Fred and George were already in line when Bill and Charlie caught up to them. Fortunately, they were the last people in line.

"We go first!" Fred and George told them as one.

"What do you think Bill? Should we trust them to go by themselves?" There were only two people allowed per car.

"Unless you really want to ride with one of them, which I can pretty much guarantee you I don't." Bill replied. Charlie looked at Fred and George, both of whose faces bore identical evil grins.

"Er…no…no, I think I'll be perfectly content riding with you."

"Don't blame you." Bill remarked as Fred and George hopped into a car and vanished.

Fred and George enjoyed the small ups and downs of the ride as they plunged into complete blackness. They soon came to a room with light up aliens in every corner. Fred yawned. A giant, demon-like alien glowed in the corner.

"Ooh…that was scary." George commented without enthusiasm. Fred was about to respond when a voice from right beside them said, "That wasn't scary."

"AGH!"

"This is…really boring." Charlie droned.

"Yeah…not really worth 5 tickets." Bill agreed.

"Maybe Fred and George are-"

"AGH!"

"Merlin! What was that?" Bill gasped.

"Oh, please say it wasn't one of the twins." Charlie murmured.

"I don't think they're really the type to get scared on this type of ride." Bill said thoughtfully.

The ride came to a close and Bill and Charlie emerged to find Fred and George standing white and shaking.

"What in the world happened to you?" Bill asked.

"We – we – we were almost abducted by aliens!" Fred gasped, absolutely serious.

"No really…what happened?" Charlie asked. Both Fred and George began to talk at once.

"One at a time! George, go." Bill said.

Ok. We were riding and we passed a lot of aliens that weren't scary and then we passed one that actually was scary so I said, "Ooh that was scary-""

"And then this voice said from right beside us, "That wasn't scary."" Fred added.

"Then one of us screamed…I don't remember who…I don't think it was me…"

"I don't remember hearing a scream! I don't remember screaming! I don't remember anything! I've just had ten years taken off my life!"

"We couldn't see anything! The voice came out of nowhere!"

"I only remember thinking one thing and that was that we were going to die!"

"You guys know it was probably just a ride attendant." Bill said.

"Well, duh Bill. We figured that out." George said.

"But it was still the scariest thing to ever happen to us! Ever!" Fred told him.

They soon found their way to a large ride complete with flips. "Ok, anyone too scared to ride this?"

"No way!" Fred and George yelled and in a flash were in line.

"Bill! Charlie!" They turned to see their parents heading toward them with the remainder of the Weasley siblings. "Oh, I'm glad we found you." Molly said.

"Ginny and Ron are positively itching to go on a ride and as much as I would love to experience a true Muggle fair experience, I don't think either your mother or I feel up to it. Could you take them?" Arthur asked.

"Sure, no problem." Bill replied. As they headed off, Charlie turned.

"Hey Perce, you wanna join us?"

"I believe I will pass on this one." Percy replied, looking as if the very idea was absolutely absurd.

Charlie shrugged. "Suit yourself."

"So, where do you kids want to sit?" Bill asked his younger siblings once they had caught up to Fred and George.

"The front!" Fred and George screamed.

"Yeah!" Ron agreed enthusiastically.

"Ginny, is that going to be too scary for you?" Bill asked.

"Please." She looked at Bill as though she were 17 instead of 7.

"Ok then." Bill said, a little taken aback.

"I think she's terrified Bill." Charlie said. "You may have to hold her hand."

After riding nearly every ride that the fair had to offer, it was time to call it a day and the Weasleys piled into the car once again to find a place to eat dinner. They soon came across a small restaurant.

"Mmm, it smells good in here!" Ron exclaimed.

"It smells like garlic." Fred looked disgusted.

"I know! It smells delightful. I'm starving." Charlie said.

"Ugh…" Fred and George both said.

"Well, let's all get a table." Arthur said. The waiters had to push two tables together in order for the entire family to sit together. Once they were all settled, they ordered their food and began to talk about their first day of vacation.

"Mummy, I think I got sunburned." Ginny told Molly.

"I think you all got sunburned." Molly replied, looking around at the rest of her redheaded children.

"I didn't." Percy said.

"That's because you sat around under an umbrella all day and then refused to do anything at the Fair." Bill told him.

"Bill, be nice. Tomorrow, you are all getting sunscreen." Molly said.

"I wonder why we didn't think of that before." Arthur said.

"Mum, can we go outside?" Fred asked looking a bit peaky.

"Why?" Molly asked suspiciously.

"We really, really, really don't like this smell." George said.

"It's giving us a headache." Fred said.

"Are you two nuts? It smells great in here!" Ron told the twins.

"No…no it doesn't." George said.

"Oh dear, I forgot that you two don't like garlic." Molly said.

"Maybe Fred and George are vampires." Charlie joked.

Bill gasped. "I knew they were adopted!"

"Ugh…this smell is horrible!" Fred shouted, causing every eye in the restaurant to turn his way.

"Fred!" Molly hissed. "I'm sorry that you don't like the smell, but this is not how you behave in a restaurant!"

"But I HATE garlic!"

"I know you do Dear, but please try and control yourself."

"Can we please go somewhere else?" George asked weakly.

"Did you just say 'please'?" Percy asked, astonished.

"Boys, we've already ordered. You'll get used to it." Arthur told them.

"Or you could just do this!" Ron said brightly and pulled his shirt up over his nose. Fred and George hesitated to take advice from their little brother, but finally decided to give it a try.

"Oh, I can't wait to see you two try to eat like that." Bill said.

"We'll manage." Fred said from underneath his shirt. George, however, became distracted by something else.

"What's that?" He asked, pointing to an Icee machine.

"I'm not sure." Molly replied.

"Let's go find out!" Arthur said happily. He, Fred, and George leapt up to inspect the Icee maker.

"Erm, excuse me, what does this do?" Arthur asked an employee. The girl looked at him strangely before responding dryly.

"It makes Icee's, sir."

"I see. What exactly is an Icee?" He asked. Without answering, the girl rolled her eyes and went back to work.

"Pull the lever Dad!" Fred said excitedly, clearly over his garlic-discomfort.

"I'm not sure…"

"Come on Dad!" George prompted.

"All right." Arthur pulled the lever and before any of them could do anything, red, slushy ice was all over the floor in front of them. "Oh dear…"

"Arthur, what is going on?" Molly asked firmly, coming over to have a look.

"Er…just a spill Molly Dear."

"Did you ever wonder why these cups are right here beside the machine Arthur?" Molly asked.

"Well, that is a very good point Darling."

"Uh-huh." Molly said as she and Arthur collected paper towels to clean up the mess.

"Wouldn't it be easier with wa-" George began to say "wands", but Arthur quickly placed a firm hand over his mouth.

"Remember where we are George." He said quietly.

"Oh yeah."

After dinner came, Fred and George ate up as if they had completely forgotten their previous discomfort due to excessive amounts of garlic.

"So what are we going to do tomorrow?" Charlie asked.

"Well, we can always go back and enjoy the beach. There is a lighthouse that you can get to by going on a boat that is said to be haunted. I think that could be exciting." Arthur told them.

"Dad, we spend 9 months of our lives at Hogwarts. We see ghosts every day." Bill said softly.

"Well yes, but would you ever want to set foot in the Shrieking Shack?" Arthur asked.

"Depends. How much would you pay me?" Bill joked.

"Well, that's the kind of haunted I'm talking about. Not your everyday friendly ghost."

"Sounds fun." Charlie said.

"I want to go!" Ron announced.

"Me too!" Fred and George shouted at the same time.

"Well, the boat leaves around 6:00 in the evening I believe, so we'll have some time during the day to enjoy ourselves."

"We can go gift shopping!" Ginny said excitedly.

"That sounds like an idea I'm up for!" Molly agreed.

Every male voice muttered something that sounded very much like, "Women."

Back at the hotel, the sunburned family made a dash for the showers.

"Ladies first!" Ginny called.

"That's not fair!" Ron protested.

"Yes it is!"

"Come on Ginny, we'll take our showers in the other room." With that, Molly and Ginny left the men to fight over the bathroom.

"OK my dear younger siblings, age before beauty…Well, age before the rest of you anyways!" Bill called.

"Are you implying that we are not beautiful?" George asked.

"No…" Bill lied.

"Just you wait Bill…just you wait." Fred said.

"What does that mean?" Bill asked.

"You'll see." Fred and George replied. With that they turned and wandered around the room until they came to a stopping point at the radio/clock on the table that separated the beds.

"Buttons." George noted.

"I like buttons." Fred said.

"Let's push 'em!" George exclaimed. Music began blaring, turning every head toward the direction of the twins.

"Turn that down!" Percy shouted. Fred and George ignored him and continued to surf through the numerous stations. Finally, they came across a station which was a playing a song that caught the twins' attention.

"Too much clap clap time on my hands and it's tickin' away with my sanity. I've got too much clap clap time on my hands it's hard to believe such a calamity…"

"Ooh." George said.

"I'm intrigued." Fred commented.

"Fred, George, please…turn that down." Arthur requested, but the twins shushed him.

"Where in Merlin's name did you learn a word like 'intrigued'?" Charlie asked, only to be ignored.

"Isn't this some Muggle band?" Bill asked, emerging from the restroom.

"Well, considering this is a Muggle radio, I would assume so." Percy responded somewhat sarcastically. Bill stared at Percy blankly for a moment before punching him in the arm.

"What does intrigued mean?" Ron asked.

"It means to be interested. Where did you learn that, Fred?" Arthur asked.

"George." He replied.

"George? Where did you learn it then?"

"Fred." George answered. Both twins were still staring at the radio as though in a trance. As soon as the song ended, they both cried, "NO!"

"Play it again!" Fred yelled at the radio. In one swift motion, George ran to his father, grabbed his wand, and smacked the radio as hard as he could with the wand.

"George, NO! Give me that." Arthur snatched up his wand.

"What on EARTH is going on in here?" Molly came bursting in through the door that separated the rooms.

"It stopped playing the song!" Fred and George cried as one.

"What song?" Ginny asked, her red hair still dripping. Fred and George looked at each other, the burst into song.

"I've got too much clap clap time on my hands and it's tickin' away with my sanity…"

As they continued, Charlie asked, "How do they memorize this stuff?"

"It could have something to do with the time you dropped them on their heads." Bill responded.

"Must you continue to bring that up?"

"As long as it annoys you, little brother."

"Make them stop!" Ron yelled, and covered his ears with his hands.

"Fred, George, that's enough!" Molly said loudly. Fred and George, at the same time, took deep breaths and cried out,

"My turn for the bathroom!" In the blink of an eye they were gone.

"Quick! Let's change rooms and not tell them!" Bill joked.

"I'm in!" Charlie agreed as they made a break for the door.

"Stop it you two." Molly warned.

"But Mum, it would be so much nicer…" Bill said wistfully.

"It really would be!" Ron piped up adorably.

"No! I like them!" Ginny said.

"Why?" Her older bothers all asked at the same time.

"Because." Ginny stated.

"Because…?" Ron asked.

"They make me laugh."

"Oh Gin-Gin, we can make you laugh! Watch!" Bill told her as he smacked Percy across the back of the head.

"Ow!" Ginny laughed.

"See, you don't need them!"

"William, do NOT hit your brothers." Molly scolded. "Percy, are you alright, Dear?"

"I'm fine." He said wearily.

"Well, if anyone needs to use the other shower, they may." Molly said.

"Mine!" Bill and Charlie yelled, both scrambling for the door.

"First born, first bathed, little brother!"

"I think not!"

"I think so. Anyway, I really need to wash all the sand out of my hair!"

"Well so do I!"

"But my hair is longer than yours. It needs more attention!"

"That just proves that you're a girl. Besides, you were in the water more than I was today because you're a bad surfer!"

"I thought you said you wished that your hair looked good long!"

The remainder of the Weasleys listened to the boys' bickering through the wall.

"I can't believe they're arguing about their hair." Ron commented, deeply amused.

"I think I'm having a revelation as to why Fred and George are the way they are. They spend too much time with those two." Molly muttered.

Eventually will be continued…Please review if you feel inclined to do so! Thanks for reading! 