A/N: Well, many people got it that Tucker is Joseph's dad, but no one got the part about who was a slight spark into making Joseph's personality. Well, his personality about not leaving his room. The person who was slight spark for that was Wade from Kim Possible(not one of my favorite shows). The first person to tell me the answer to who was Joseph's dad was phantomschica. YAY YOU! Also, congrats to the others who also got it right! Here's the next chapter!

Alice returned home and found her stinky little brother sitting on the couch watching TV. He was currently flipping through channels. "About time!" he exclaimed.

"Shut up, twerp," Alice snapped, making her way up the stairs.

"Alice? Is that you?" called the voice of her mother.

"Yes, mom," Alice called, stopping at the foot of the stairs.

"Are you going to eat dinner?" Sam asked then, coming out the kitchen. "Made a veggie burger just for you."

"No thanks, I'm not very hungry," Alice said. "I'm just gonna do my homework and go to sleep."

"I know that excuse," Danny said, suddenly coming out of the kitchen as well and standing next to Sam. "What are you planning, missy?"

"Nothing," Alice said. Fortunately for Alice, she hadn't inherited Danny's nervous nature. She'd inherited her mom's totally cool, uncaring nature.

"Oh, Danny, just because you used to sneak out of your house doesn't mean Alice will," Sam pointed out, looking at Danny. Alice caught sight of her brother smirking slightly. She made a face at him and looked back at her parents.

"Can I go now?" she asked.

"Sure, dear," Sam said, and walked back into the kitchen with Danny. Alice quickly made her way upstairs, little Andrew not so far behind. Alice had just tossed herself onto her bed when Andrew opened the door to her room.

"Andrew, get out!" she shouted, throwing a pillow at him.

Andrew dodged quickly. Another thing he'd inherited from Danny: fast reflexes. "No," he stated firmly. "What are you gonna do later? I know you're planning something."

"Yeah, and I'm planning on not telling you, now get out!" Alice exclaimed.

"I'm gonna tell dad!" Andrew shouted, pointing a finger at her. Alice scowled.

"You'd better not," Alice said, baring her teeth slightly just to frighten the child.

"Watch me!" Andrew said. He put both hands around his mouth like a mega-phone and was about to shout. Alice, not knowing exactly how it happened, found herself putting a hand over Andrew's mouth before he could even get the word out. Not to mention little Andrew was at least four yards away! She didn't dwell on that though, merely focused on the little rascal.

"Okay, okay," Alice said, taking her hands off his mouth when he seemed to have started to look for her foot so he could bring his heal down on it - hard. Karate classes, go figure. He'd dropped out because there wasn't enough 'action' in it for him. She closed the door to her room and looked down at the boy. "What do I have to do to get you to not tell me parents?" she asked him.

"Easy, just tell me and I'll think about it," Andrew said, crossing his arms and giving his famous side-grin with a tint of mischief.

"You'd better not, or else," Alice said. Andrew looked at her, not backing down. But...But he could have sworn. No, impossible! But... He could have sworn her eyes seemed to grow darker, almost the color sapphire. He blinked, thinking maybe it was just his imagination. In the split-second blink, the slight gesture was gone and Alice had crossed her arms, looking at him. "What?" she asked.

"Nothing," Andrew said quickly. "And, uhm, it's okay, you don't have to tell me, I won' tell mom or dad either." He quickly made his way out of her room and ran to his own, leaving behind a slightly bewildered Alice.

"That's weird," she mumbled, but made nothing of it.

Andrew, however, was a little frightened. In his room, he quickly tossed himself onto his bed, huddling up against the headboard, pulling his knees up to his chin. "It's the curse, she's gonna get me," he mumbled. "She's gonna kill me, then go after mom and dad..." He felt warm tears swell in his eyes, him trying hard to hold them back. He buried his face in his knees, afraid.

"Why do you cry?" came the slightly hoarse voice. Andrew nearly jumped at the new sound, but instead merely looked up, scanning over the figure. The easiest way to describe him was scary.

He wiped away the tears forming in his eyes and scooted over to the edge of the bed. He looked at the figured.

"Because of the curse," he spilled, not caring that the figure was a stranger.

"Do you want to help your sister?" the figured asked then, red eyes gleaming slightly. Andrew nodded, not noticing the gesture. "Tell her to go to the park tomorrow at exactly ten o'clock in the morning. Tell her to come alone, okay? And I promise she'll be okay." With that said, the figured vanished. At that very moment, as well, Danny burst through the door.

"Andrew," he exclaimed, coming over to make sure his son was okay. Andrew looked at his dad. He had wiped away the tears so well, they were barely noticeable now.

"Dad! You're-" Andrew didn't finished the sentence. The figure had appeared at the window, putting a finger to his lips.

"I'm what, Andrew," Danny asked, kneeling slightly to be able to look at his son directly.

"Dad, I love you!" Andrew said instead, wrapping his arms around his father's neck. Danny blinked, surprised by the sudden hug.

"I love you too, son," he mumbled, trying to figure this out. He pulled away, looking at his son. "Are you okay, Andrew?"

Andrew nodded excitedly. "A-OK!" he said, holing up an okay sign by making his index and thumb fingers into a circle and putting up the rest of his fingers.

"Good," Danny said. " Good."

E/N: Who can tell me who the figure is again and tell me why Danny suddenly burst into the room and why Alice's eyes changed color? Whoever tells me gets their name on the next chapter too! Man, it's late, 8:50 to be exact. Well, it's late in Mother Hours, but whatever, I gotta go just the same! Tomorrow I'll try to up-date! BYE!

--Airamé Phantom