"You have Hannah Montana tickets!" Cody shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Yes, three of them. One for Zack, one for…" Mr. Mosby was interrupted.

"What makes you so sure I want to go?" Zack asked.

"Because there's a beach of hot girls," Cody told him.

"When do we leave?" Zack said.

"Well my babies aren't going alone," Carrie said to Mr. Mosby.

"What if I get Maddie to go?" Mr. Mosby suggested.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease Mom," Zack was begging.

"Fine, but you have to stay with Maddie AT ALL TIMES. And you have to be in a beach house. And I'm not paying," Carrie was telling everyone, but was directing it at Mr. Mosby.

"So, it's a deal…?" Mr. Mosby asked to everyone.

"Yes," Zack, Cody, and their mother said in unison.

"Let me see if Maddie can come. I will be right back," Mr. Mosby was almost out the door.

"Why do you want us to go?" Zack asked suspsiously.

"Well…" Mr. Mosby's voice drifted.

"Not another inspection," Zack complained.

"Zack don't argue with THE MAN. Hello…Malibu….Beach House…Hot Girls…DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM SAYING TO YOU!" Cody was yelling by the end of the sentence.

"Well, it is an inspection…" Mr. Mosby alleged.

"HA! I knew it," Zack was trying to rub it in his face.

"Zack could you SHUT UP! I really want to meet her… please…?" Cody was making that pouty face that was really stupid, but almost always worked.

"Fine, but make it a week," Zack was trying to compromise.

"So is everybody cool with it now!" Mr. Mosby was getting inpatient.

"Yep," they said again (and this time they meant it. )

"So what's all the big fuss about?" London was barging in on the conversation between Mr. Mosby and Maddie.

"Nothing," Maddie was quick to make sure that London knew nothing about this.

"I was just telling Maddie about this trip to Malibu, California to go on with the boys. There's going to be a beach house right on the beach, a Hannah Montana concert, and it's all free…right Maddie?"

"OOOOOOO, I want to go! Pick me, pick me!" London was screeching.

"Sorry, spot's already taken," Maddie said.

"By whom?" London was whining again.

"ME!" Maddie yelled

"Well, I can always buy my own ticket. Please, Mr. Mosby?" London did her puppy dog face.

"Alright, your flight leaves tomorrow at 4 in the morning. So have fun packing," Mr. Mosby walked away. Everything was settled, even if Maddie wasn't too happy about it.