A/N: For those who dislike the topic discussed in the previous chapter...well, enjoy this revised version! :D

Thank you to Anne and especially WinterFairy7337 for their awesome beta help!

I do not own Austin & Ally.

"What is this?" Dez stared at the strange device sitting on the kitchen countertop, before he promptly attempted to fit his head into it.

"That's a blender. I wouldn't do that if I were you and wanted to keep my face intact," replied Mike as he observed them.

The two princes had practically asked them everything about their world and every single electronic device they had come across. Austin had almost had an anxiety attack when Donna received a call from her real older brother. She'd spoke into a small box that piped out another person's voice. "A sure sign of the devil and insanity!" he had cried out.

The two had even somehow managed to offend some ladies with their funny language while they were buying some groceries earlier that day.

-flashback-

"May we cuteth in front of thou as we art in a hie, pleaseth?" Dez smiled at the ladies in front of them in the queue. (May we cut in front of you as we are in a hurry, please?)

"Are you trying to be funny?" one of the women, the dark-haired one, spoke sourly. She glared at him.

Austin attempted to explain. "Nay, mineth cat'r-cousin was just trying to asketh f'r thy p'rmission to-" (No, my friend was just trying to ask for your permission to-

The other lady just stood there, staring blankly at them.

"Um, ma'am may we-"

"Oh! So you can speak proper English!" the dark-haired woman exclaimed, her voice dripping in sarcasm.

"Uh, yes, ma'am. We just-" Dez tried to intervene again.

"Then why were you two boys talking all funny?!"

"We didn't-"

"MANAGER! THESE TWO YOUNG MEN ARE HARASSING US!"

Austin's and Dez's eyes widened in panic when the dark-haired woman started shouting for the store's supervisor.

A large man stomped up to them, his name-tag indicating 'Big Bob'. "What's this about harassing women in my store?" he demanded, frowning in disapproval.

"We were just being polite!" Austin explained.

"No, they were talking funny and trying to flirt with us!"

Dez laughed, "No, ma'am, we would never flirt with you."

Somehow that infuriated the lady even more.

"I demand you do something about them!" she shouted at the poor manager.

"We'll show you an example of how we spoke, alright? Hello st'reth own'r, we wast just being polite," attempted Austin. (Hello store owner, we were just being polite)

There was a pause as the manager took in their words.

"Yep, definitely sounded insulting alright," he declared.

"What?!" Austin exclaimed, outraged at the false accusation.

"You want an insult? Fine. Thou pragging dismal-dreaming wagtail!"

"Thou accursed spur-galled flap-dragon!" added Dez.

"Thou slanderous shard-borne pigeon-egg!"

The two kids dragged the princes out of the store before they could do further damage.

There was a moment of silence before… "That was actually pretty fun," snickered Austin. Dez looked at him expressionlessly before he cracked up as well.

"OK, I don't what all of that was about, but. Thou. be. nice. 'r. else." The look Donna gave them was rather deadly as the two princes tried to avoid her glare. (you be nice, or else.)

"I was just trying to use my most polite way of speaking! We took years to learn that you know," Dez huffed.

"The words that the both of you tried using in that Elizabethan language are no longer in use. Other words have replaced them or the original meaning and use of the words are no longer required. Spoken between the 5th and 12th century in areas of what is now England and Southern Scotland, the Elizabethan/Shakespearean language and vocabulary had not been formalised and were therefore written in a variety of different formats," explained Mike. "I don't think they understood a single word in there, unless they studied old English."

Despite being extremely confused by Mike, Austin was pretty darn proud of his lineage after that little display of knowledge from his descendant.

-Back in the present-

If he didn't know better, Mike could've sworn that Austin and Dez were definitely not of the same time period as he and Donna were. However, he did know better and so he resolved to begin searching for mental institutions that may have recently lost two patients as soon as he could.

"Anyway, Donna and I have discussed the whole…situation…and we figured that it might be best if you started off with a cover story while we start a search plan."

Austin and Dez listened attentively to the boy as he explained about school being their best cover, especially since they were 'nine-and-ten' (19) while their girls were 'eight-and-ten' (18). High school seemed like the logical choice to start their search if they were indeed in this world.

After about a week's worth of registration and preparation, Mike was briefing Dez and Austin on what they should expect for their first day of school. "You guys will be meeting lots of people! Jocks, cheerleaders, science geeks, math nerds, blah blah blah…"

Dez raised a hand to cut in. "We do not know what those terms mean," he said.

"You'll learn," replied Mike simply.

Mike and Donna, due to their age differences with the older princes, were not going to be in the same school. However, the middle school and high school were just next to each other, making it convenient in case of any emergencies.

"Here are your burner cells; I've already taught you how to use them." The two princes looked dubiously at the 'devil devices' that Donna handed to them. When Donna had questioned Mike about the use of funds for the clothes and school fees, Mike mumbled something about emergency savings and his dad's credit cards. Oh boy, he would be so dead when his parents returned.

The two princes were now dressed in 21st Century-era t-shirts and jeans with the exception of Dez, who had insisted on choosing his own colours. He was wearing neon versions of Austin's clothes. He looked like a walking, and talking, traffic light.

"Yeah, I think you should be able to pass off as high schoolers and fit right in," Mike smirked proudly at his handiwork.

"If I ever get in a duel and the other man gets to choose the weapon, I'm hoping he says pancakes," smiled Austin. He had been pretty obsessed with food fights and pancakes ever since he saw one happening on the 'magic box' also known as the TV, and tried pancakes that Donna had made.

"As long as you get rid of your weird language habits that is," frowned Mike.

"This is all rather exciting," commented Dez as he smiled at his best friend. He had slowly started to come out of his moody shell after they had begun their mission to search for the girls. It was after all, more than what they had been doing a week ago.

Austin gave a small smile in return; he hoped that this school that they had enrolled in was going to bear more fruit than their previous aimless searches. This strange yet oddly amazing world was their only clue to where they could possibly find Ally and Trish.

After a few wrong turns in the hallways and using their impeccable manners to charm the headmistress and an old lady in the administrative office, the two boys were finally brought to their classes. Thankfully, they had the exact same timetable.

"Class, please welcome your new classmates, they're transfers," announced the teacher.

There was a small smattering of applause from several individuals in the class as the two boys waved brightly. They had almost bowed due to habit but had refrained from doing so after Mike's repeated warnings that they would be teased for it.

By lunchtime, they were enormously relieved. They had absolutely no idea where on Earth or what in the world a 'Russia' was and who the creator of e=mC2 was. Was that even right? Ugh.

During the interim periods between classes, the boys had tried to catch glimpses of students out in the hallways, but they failed to spot the two they most wanted to see.

On the bright side, Austin and Dez had managed to make friends with a bunch of the supposed 'cool kids' that Mike had mentioned. The two, however, did not like how some of the females were daringly flirtatious, leaning against him and Dez while lingering their hands all over. That behaviour was almost positively harlot-like.

During lunch, the guys were introduced to the rest of the clique. Dez immediately made a nemesis out of Chuck over their argument of what a balanced meal was.

Meanwhile, two girls observed the chaos from their individual positions across the cafeteria.

"Who are those weirdoes?" one of them, a short girl asked her group as they stepped into the room. They all turned to glance at the two new guys.

"Oh, they are just these two new kids who just transferred to our school. Elliot and Trent took a liking to them almost immediately. They're in my class! Pretty good looking aren't they? Especially the blond?" replied Brooke excitedly.

Dez was holding a fruit in Chuck's face. "Perhaps eating this orange today will undo your years of unhealthy food choices!" he declared.

"I repeat. Weirdoes! Anyway, tell Trent I won't be eating lunch today. I have detention for losing my homework at work."

"You work at the smoothie shop."

"So?"

"So how did you…never mind. We'll let him know, Trish."

"So those are the new guys in your class that you were telling me about?" the other girl asked her friend.

"Yes, aren't they cute?" gushed Kira.

"Well, I guess so. But their mannerisms seem odd."

"Who cares? Cute is cute!"

The girl laughed, "Whatever you say, Kira. I'm done with my lunch. I'm off to my next class."

"So soon?"

"I'm not class valedictorian for nothing, you know."

"Okay, fine. Go and be your little nerdy self, Ally," teased Kira as she waved goodbye.

-end-

A/N: *gasp* Well there the girls are! A little suspiciously fast in their appearance don't you think? ;)