It was five-thirty on Saturday evening. Miley came downstairs dressed as Hannah Montana. She had on a sky-blue strapless top with white capris. When she got down to the kitchen, she grabbed her denim jacket from the coat closet and put it on. Robbie was cutting up a watermelon for a fruit bowl he was making for Hannah's dressing room the following evening.

"You look pretty dressed up," He commented when he saw Miley. "Why are you wearing your Hannah wig? I thought you and Lilly were babysitting tonight?"

"We are," Miley confirmed, "But we're babysitting for someone famous. I don't want Lilly to know just yet, but we're babysitting for—" she was cut off when Lilly barged through the door dressed as Lola. She dressed surprisingly normal for Lola, wearing a sleeveless white collared shirt with a golden sparkle skirt with striped pale and dark blue jeans underneath. She was wearing a red boa that clashed badly with her purple hair.

"Oh my gosh Miley, I have got to know who it is! I'm going to scream if I don't find out who it is soon! I'm going to be really mad if it's just Mrs. Austin from down the street and her triplets. Last time one of them gave me a total of eleven wet-willies!" Lilly/Lola said in one breath.

"Trust me on this one Lola," Miley said. She turned to her dad, "Dad, can you drive us? We're supposed to be there at six."

"No problem darlin'," Robbie answered. "But you know, I'm gonna need an address or at least a name."

"Go on, Miley, tell him!" Lilly said excitedly. Miley grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from the counter. She quickly wrote down the name, then tore the paper to shreds and threw the pieces down the garbage disposal. Robbie smiled and looked at Lilly.

"Boy, are you in for a surprise!" He said. "Come on, let's go, we definitely don't want to be late!"

"Yes! Yes! We're going! Thank you! The faster we go, the sooner I find out who it is! Let's go let's go let's go!" Lilly was jumping up and down.

"Lola, is there anything that needs to be done before we go?" Miley said with her eyebrows raised.

"Uh, excuse me," Lilly said, running off to the next room. Miley laughed. A few minutes later, Lilly came back and the three of them got in the car.

Lilly had her face pressed against the window the entire time, trying to figure out which house they might be stopping at. The had driven for a good total of fifteen minutes before they entered an upscale beachfront neighborhood that was famous for the many celebrities that either lived there or had summer homes there. The house that Hannah pretended she lived at for the tabloids and her celeb friends was actually in this neighborhood as well.

"Okay, now I KNOW it's someone really big," Lola said, "Hannah, can you PLEASE tell me who it is? I think I'll have a heart attack if I don't know soon. Is it Brad and Angelina? Is it Elvis's daughter? I think she has kids. Does she have kids? Is it that house? Or that house? Or that house? Does JoJo have little siblings? Is it…"

"LILLY!" Miley said, laughing. "We'll know in just a minute."

"All right girls, we're here!" Robbie announced, pulling the car to a stop.

"Oh my God, we're here," Lilly shouted. They both got out of the car, ready to officially be Hannah and Lola.

"Come on Lola, let's go, this is no time to get nervous," Hannah said, although she herself was shaking a little bit. They rang the doorbell.

"Oh shoot, I forgot my bag. I'll be right back," Hannah ran back to the car as quickly as she could, but the yard was long.

Lola stared at her feet and rocked back and forth as she waited for Hannah to get back. Suddenly, she heard the door open and looked into the face of…

DUH DUH DUH! CLIFFHANGER! I want to hear honest guesses of who it is, and thank you SO MUCH for the reviews!