*I do not own Suite Life on Deck/of Zack and Cody or any of the characters! I also do not own The Parent Trap!

It was dinner time in the mess hall, and Cody and Zack sat at their Isolation table, talking a mile-a-minute.

"I don't know what our parents fought about but it must've been pretty dreadful for them to bisect us like this." Cody picked at his food and smiled at his brother.

"I don't know what bisect means, but I can't imagine anyone not getting along with Dad. Everyone loves him."

"I know, same with Mom."

"Tell me about her, what's she like?"

"She's a singer."

"Get out!"

"She sings at the most beautiful weddings and even helps to design some of the gowns. That's her specialty. She's becoming quite famous, actually. A Princess in Greece just bought one of her gowns."

"Wow."

"You know what's interesting – neither of them ever got married again. Has your...my... our dad ever been close to remarrying?"

"Never. He always says I'm the only one he needs in his life."

"Mom's never come close either. You know what this means, don't you?"

"Not exactly. You're obviously the smarter one, you get everything before me. What does it mean?"

Cody leaned in smiling deviously. "Secretly, in their innermost heart of hearts, they must still be in love with each other."

"You think so? Then why haven't they tried to see each other all these years?"

"That's the way true love works. History's filled with stories of lovers parted by some silly misunderstanding. Anyway, mom can be unbelievably stubborn when she wants to be."

"She can't be worse than dad."

Cody laughed. "They sound exactly like us."

"What do you mean?"

"The fact that they're unbelievably stubborn and cant really have a romance."

"Oh."

Late at night, everything was quite and peaceful until Zack bolted straight up in bed. "Oh my God! I have a brilliant beyond brilliant idea." he got out of bed and paced across the floor. "I'm a genius. Cody, wake up, you're related to a bona fied genius!"

"What are you raving about."

"You want to know what dad is like, right?"

"I was just dreaming I was on your front porch with him."

"And I'm dying to know Mom. So what I'm thinking is … Oh man, this is so brilliant, it's scary."

"What is it?"

"I think we should switch places. When camp's over, I leave as you and go back to London and you leave as me and go to California." Cody gave him a strange look. "We can pull it off. We're twins, aren't we?"

"Twins from different countries, with different accents, different hair-styles, different vocabularies... different everything. Zack, we're totally and completely, one hundred percent different."

"So? What's the problem? I'll teach you to be me and you teach me to be you." Zack fell to his knees and begged. "C'mon, I gotta meet my mom."

Cody got out of bed and looked at his brother. "The truth is, you know, if we switch, sooner or later they'll have to un-switch us."

"And when they do, they'll have to meet again."

"Face-to-face. After all these years."

"I told you I'm brilliant."

During the next day, Zack drew on a large pad, the layout of his house. "Okay, dining room's on the right, but we never eat in there except on Thanksgiving and Christmas. Living room's here... Dad's office is the first door down the hall. You never have to knock, if you do, he'll think it's weird... Down here is..." Zack continued showing his brother where everything was located and Cody soon picked up the pad and did the same.

When sunset came, Cody and Zack sat on the dock looking through a stack of photos. "This is Grandfather."

"He's cute, look at his little old man wrinkles, what do we call him?"

"Grandfather."

"That makes sense."

Cody showed the next photo. "This is Martin. He's our butler."

"We have a butler?"

That night, the entire camp was assembled for a screening of Father of The Bride, Part II and, naturally, they're laughing hysterically. Zack and Cody sat in the middle of the crowd, whispering.

"But I never bite my nails!"

"But I always do. Daddy'll know."

Cody sat on his hands. "I can't."

"Want me to do it for you?" Cody rolled his eyes and began chewing his nails.

In the morning at the mess hall, Cody sat in Zack's seat, and Zack sat in Cody's. Zack sipped a cup of tea, very gentlemen-like and Cody munched on Fruit Loops.

Zack spoke with a proper British accent. "I dare say this is frightfully good tea, wouldn't you agree?"

Cody continued playing the Game Boy in front of him. "What-ever."

The walls of their cabin were now covered with charts, photos and diagrams of Cody's London town house and Zack's Napa ranch house. Cody was sitting on a stool in front of a mirror biting his locket. "Okay, I'm ready." Cody heard a draw slide open as Zack grabbed a comb and pair of scissors. Cody closed his eyes as Zack grabbed a clump of his hair, closing his eyes, as well. "Don't shut your eyes!"

"Oh, right. Sorry. I'm just a little nervous."

"You're nervous? A thirteen year-old boy is cutting my hair. Go ahead, just do it!" Zack raised the scissors and snipped away at his hair, the clippings falling in a ring around his feet. Cody looked into the mirror at his new "look" and bit his locket again. They were now identical in every way.

"This is scary." Cody said.

"You never looked better." he bent down and kissed his cheek, realizing something. "Oh my God!"

"Oh my God what?"

"My ear is pierced!"

"Yeah...?" he then began to panic. "Oh, no. Forget it! Uh-uh, not happening. Sorry. Wrong number."

"Then cutting your hair was a total waste. There's no way I could go to camp with a pierced ear and come home without it. I mean, come on. Get real."

"This isn't fair. I've had to chew my nails, cut off my hair and now you want to punch holes in my ears! You didn't have to do one bloody thing to become me!"

"Hey, can I help it if I'm a complicated boy with a look entirely my own?" Zack lit a match and held a sewing needle over the flame. He spoke in a calm voice. "Needle sterilized." he professionally carried the needle to Cody, who lied on his bed, petrified, holding an ice cube to his ear.

"Y-Y-You sure you know what you're doing?"

"I've gone with all my friends to have their ears pierced. Just close your eyes, it'll all be over before you know it. Earring ready?" He held up the earring as his reply. "Okay, just relax. On the count of three, remove the ice. One, two, three!" Cody shut his eyes tightly, pulling the ice away as Zack shoved the needle through Cody's ear lobe. Both boys screamed loudly at the top of their lungs.

Cody was now wearing the earring, and gently slapping Zack's face as he was passed out cold on the floor. "Zack, are you okay? Wake up! Zack!"

Zack opened his eyes and blinked a few times. "Are you bleeding to death?"

"I'm fine. It didn't hurt at all, but maybe we should both pierce our other ears?" he smiled, holding up the needle. Zack took one look at the needle and passed out again. "Zack!"

In the main lodge, teary-eyed young campers hugged good-bye as they loaded into the buses and cars. Crosby, Jackie, Zoe and Nick hugged Zack and Cody goodbye and climbed into their buses. Zack was now dressed in Cody's blue suite and Cody was dressed in Zack's overalls.

"Okay, so remember, you're going to find out how mom and dad met..." Cody said.

"And you're gonna find out why they broke up..."

Marvin Jr. turned on his bullhorn and yelled. "Cody Sprouse! Your car's here! Cody Sprouse, front and center!"

"That's you." he handed Zack an envelope. "Here's your ticket and passport. The plane leaves at noon." he smiled. "Also, remember, you've got to figure out a way to bring mom out to California."

"Last call, Cody Sprouse!" They hugged.

"Give dad a hug for me."

"And give mom one for me." Zack nodded and took off, Cody watching him while biting his locket.

"Oh my God, Zack! I mean, Cody! Zack!" Cody bounced over to him as he turned around. "The lockets!"

Zack rolled his eyes, and quickly switched lockets with his brother, kissing him goodbye and taking off again. Cody watched from the crowd as Zack greeted the limo driver, climbed in the back seat and sped off. Cody crossed his arms, then crossed his fingers. "Good luck..." he whispered.

10,000 feet in the air above London, Zack was seated by the window on British Air, just moments before landing. "Okay, this is it. Oh, God, I hope she likes me. Please like me..." Zack bit his lip and looked out the window.

A steady stream of passengers filled the terminal. Zack cautiously entered, looking into the sea of faces waiting behind a velvet rope when he heard a voice shouting.

"Cody!" Zack looked up and saw Martin pushing though the crowd, holding a small thing of flowers.

Zack cleared his throat and spoke with his best British accent. "Maaaw-tin!" he rushed to him and gave him a big hug.

"You look fantastic. What did you do to your hair?"

"Cut it. Do you like it?"

"Love it. It's the new you!" he looked at Zack's ear. "And you got your ear pierced! Give me five!" he put out his hand to start "the handshake". Zack looked at him strangely for a moment, then remembers "the handshake" and executes it to perfection.

Zack sat in the limo and rolled from the airport passing by many sites you would have seen in postcards. He had the window rolled down and his head resting on his hands as he soaked up the sights. "This is so amazing! What a city!"

"Eight weeks at camp and suddenly you act like an American tourist."

"That's what camp's for, silly. Makes you appreciate home. I just love how everyone drives on the wrong side here." he caught himself. "I mean, here they actually drive on the right side, but after being in America where they drive on the wrong side, which after a while begins to feel like the right side, makes this seem like the wrong side... Oh my God! Martin! Buckingham Palace! Can we stop? I'm dying to see one of the guards up close."

"You've seen the guards up close a million times."

"But never with short hair and pierced ears."

"Did they serve you anything funny to drink on that plane?"

"Please, Martin. Just for a sec."

"Just for a sec? Now you're even talking like an American. Oh, dear... Gareth pull over, will you, old boy?" the driver pulled up in front of Buckingham Palace and Zack got out, running up to one of the Royal Guards.

As is the custom, the guard didn't look at Zack or even blink.

Zack waved. "Hi, there. How ya doin'?" no answer. "My name's Zack. I'm from California. We don't have anything remotely like you in California. Oh, this is too cool. My dad has a nutcracker shaped just like you. Same outfit... everything. Is the Queen home? What's she doing? I know you can't answer. Can you blink if she's home?" he whispered to the guard.

Suddenly, the guard clicked his heels, lifted his rifle over his shoulder and snapped to attention. A dozen other guards joined him, doing the same. Immediately, the other side of the gate was flanked by a matched set of guards, all switching their rifles from one shoulder to the other and snapping to attention. The enormous gates to the palace majestically opened and a dozen palace hors holding royal flags exited in formation, followed by a white rolls royce. The rolls slowly pulled through the gates and headed directly toward Zack, who stood frozen among the palace guards.

"Oh jeeze, tell me this isn't happening!" The rolls came to a stop in front of Zack and the tinted window in the backseat slowly lowered. Zack started to fall backwards. The palace guard pushed him back upright. From the backseat, behind the driver, Queen Elizabeth leaned forward and peered out, crown and all.

"Good afternoon." she spoke.

"Good afternoon." Zack said.

"What's your name, dear?"

"Zackary Martin. I mean, Cody Sprouse, ma'am. Not Zackary Martin. Sorry. Forgot my name."

"Yes, I have that effect on people. So nice to meet you, Cody Sprouse. Thank you for stopping by the palace today."

"Thank you, Your Highness. Very nice to meet you personally like this … I didn't even know you were home. I was excited just to see one of your guards … I'm supposed to bow, aren't I?"

"That's okay, my dear, I shan't tell a single soul. I promise."

Zack nodded, stunned. "You shan't? Oh, thank you, ma'am."

The Queen waved with a gloved hand, "Time for me to go. Ta-ta."

Zack waved back, stunned. "Ta-ta..."

The window rises and the rolls pulls off amongst The Queen's Guard.

The palace guard spoke, through locked teeth. "Now that's a first." Zack turned to Martin and the chauffeur, who watched, their mouths agape.