Chelsea just got in trouble for listening to Blues again. She always wondered why it was forbidden at St. Helen's Orphanage. But, Blues was her life. She and Curtis would secretly play songs at his home.

"Curtis, do you think I'll ever meet my parents?"

Curtis made himself a cup of coffee, "Chelsea girl, am sure you will see your father."

"How are you so sure? And you said only father. What's up with that?"

"You'll find out soon enough,baby girl."

"Right..."

"Chelsea!"

"I guess it's the penguin that wants me. AGAIN. Let's hope this goes well. See ya Uncle Curt."

"Yup."

Chelsea walked up to the 'Penguin's' door. She didn't even knock on the door, when the door swung open.

"Come in Chelsea."

Chelsea moved a small desk with her arms and placed it in front of the Penguin's desk.

"Am I in trouble because I listened to R&B again? I just don't get it! Why has it been forbidden? Blues is in my soul, mother."

The mother paused, then spoke, "It is in your soul. I always knew it was."

"Wait, what? In my soul? Mother, can you clarify that for me please?"

The penguin pulled out a birth certificate and one single photo.

"Is this... Mine?"

The elder woman nodded. Chelsea carefully looked over the certificate.

"Chelsea Jane Blues... Wait mother, my last name is Pennate, not Blues. Did the certificate not come out right?"

"No, Chelsea. It's correct."

Chelsea put down the certificate, and looked at the one photo that were on the desk. There was a picture of the Blues Brothers. "How did this get tied into all of this?... Wait a minute.."

She took back out the certificate. She looked at the name that was a signature that belonged to the guardians;

"Elwood J. Blues."

She then looked at the photo's description: 'Jake and Elwood Blues.' She stared at the tall man wearing a black suit and sunglasses. This was her dad? No, it couldn't be...

"That's him?"

Mother nodded. "Excuse me mother, I need some time to think... if I can be excused for the night..."

"You may Miss Chelsea."

With that, Chelsea clutched the birth certificate in her sweaty palms. She quietly closed the Penguin's door, and ran downstairs to tell Curtis.

When she came down, Curtis already knew about it.

"Uncle Curt... I know who my father is."

"Baby girl, I already know."

"You do? How DO you know?"

"Your father used to live here, with your Uncle Jake."

"I have an Uncle? Since when?"

"Come, have a glass of water, and I'll tell you all about your father and uncle."

Chelsea gladly pulled up a chair. For over an hour, Curtis explained almost everything about how her father and uncle tried to save the orphanage, and eventually got arrested. Chelsea was amazed how much Elwood did, and couldn't believe her dad was a Blues Brother.

"Uncle Curtis, do you think my dad will ever come and get me?"

"Well, I ain't making no promises, but probably he will... Your birthday is tomorrow, so maybe he will. Just promise me you won't get upset if he doesn't. He sent you here after your mother passed, and he didn't want you arrested for the things he did."

"Promise."

"Alright baby girl, get some shut eye."

Chelsea stood up from the table, and walked over to the little cot in the corner. It was her little space. She laid down, and pulled up the thin blankets Curtis gave to her. Curtis slept in the other corner, and he was sound asleep. At least he didn't snore. Chelsea tried to sleep, but she couldn't. She finally was out around 11:30.

At the prison, Jake was released. The first thing he asked when he got in the car was, "I still miss the Caddy..."

"Jake... We're getting Chelsea."

"Your what?! You can't! You know we'll be put in jail in the future, and then she'll go too!"

"I know, but the girl has been in that orphanage almost as long as we have. She has probably never seen me in her life, and if she stays there, she'll never know who her parents are. We gotta go."

"Alright, I'm in... But will she like this Bluesmobile better than the Caddy?"

"Shut up."

'Baby girl! Wake up! Got a letter for ya!"

Chelsea woke up to Curtis' voice. Today was her thirteenth birthday. She groaned. She had a rough night, and only got a few hours of sleep. But when she heard the word 'letter,' her heart was beating faster than normal.

She looked on the table to see a small, bulky envelope that was sealed. She quickly ran to the table, and tried not to rip the envelope to shreds. She pulled out a letter.

Dear Chelsea,

Happy 13th Birthday! I know you just talked with the Penguin about me. Yes, I am your dad. Well, surprize! I am pleased to tell you that I will be picking you up from the orphanage today around noon. Your Uncle Jake just got out of prison, and he will be joining me on picking you up. I know this is short notice, but I would be glad to see you since I haven't in the past decade.

Love,

Elwood J. Blues

A.K.A: Dad

"Uncle Curtis! I am going to get out of here!"

Chelsea packed a small suitcase of her belongings. She didn't have much, considering the fact she was living at an orphanage. She quickly looked at th clock on the wall. 11:59.

"Aw crap! I'm going to be late!"

Curtis smiled as Chelsea ran out the door.

Outside, she heard blues music coming from the distance. She looked down the street to see an old police car, with a giant speaker on top.

"Is it just me, or is that a junkie police car?" Chelsea thought.

The car honked its horn a few times before stopping in front of Chelsea. Inside, the man who was driving, was tall, wore a black suit, white shirt, black tie, and same color fedora. The other man, who was a little plump, had the same attire on, and get this: the were both wearing black sunglasses.

The tall,lanky man got out of the car and smiled. Chelsea didn't know what to do. Her dad was right there; in front of her. "Chelsea? Chelsea, is that you?"

"Dad?"

Chelsea ran to the man that was across from her, and held onto him with all her might.

"Oh, Chelsea... Oh, my god..." Elwood muttered as he put his arms around her.

"Is that really you dad?"

"Yes. It's me."

Chelsea's eyes swelled up with tears. She tried to hold them back, but she couldn't.

Then, the other man, by the name of Jake Blues,got out of the car. "Baby girl! How's my niece doing?"

Chelsea wrapped her arms around the man said to be her uncle.

"Uh, Jake? She's your ONLY niece."

"Oh... right. How's my ONLY niece doing? Is that better El?"

Chelsea laughed.