"You be the pink car; I'll be the blue car," Joe O'Hara told his neighbor.

"But I'm always the pink one! Pink is a girl color! Why do you always get to be the blue?" asked Bobby.

"Because I'm 11, and you're 9; so I'm bigger, and you gotta listen to me."

"No, he doesn't," came a voice from the closet.

Joe stood up from his place on the floor in his room. He shook his head. His red hair was in the same haircut as Rick Astley.

"Julie, you better not be in my closet again!"

"I'm not," came the reply.

"Oh, really?"

"Yep. I'm...in the kitchen making a samwich."

"So i won't find you in the closet?"

"Nope!"

He opened the door expecting to find his nosy little sister. Instead, he found an empty closet.

"Where are you now?" he asked the air.

"I told you, I'm in the kitchen making a samwich!"

"Then how did you know what I was doing?"

"Um...'cause I'm a private eye, and I'm watchin' you!"

"Really, Julie?" he asked into the hallway.

"Yep, and I watched all the stuffs you did," she replied from behind him.

"How did you- you weren't in the- where were you?"

"I can't tell you. That information is top secret," she answered, pulling out plastic handcuffs.

"What are you gonna do with those?"

"You're under arrest for being a meanie, anything you say canned and willed be used against you in a court of love. You have the right to and a turnie. If you canned a Ford 1, 1 will be a point and 2 you."

"What? You can't arrest me. Sorry, Julie, but I'm more than twice your age. Plus, I'm a boy! Everyone knows boys are way stronger than girls!"

Then Joe started to walk away backward, sticking out his tongue at her.

"I wouldn't do that, Joey," 9-year-old Andy O'Hara warned.

"What could she do, And? C'mon, she's just a little-"

Ewan tackled him while Juliet used his surprise to her advantage. She quickly snapped the plastic cuffs on his hands.

"Wow! How'd you do that?" Bobby asked, watching from Joe's doorway.

"Ewy and me practiced!"

7-year-old Ewan gave her a high five.

Joe walked to the bathroom, leaving his friend behind in the candy section of a large store.

Juliet was looking at some candy with a friend farther down the aisle.

"Jules, come over here."

"I told you not to call me that, Greg," Juliet called to her brother's friend.

"I'll call you whatever I want!" he retorted, stuffing candy in his pockets.

"I wouldn't do that," warned Juliet's best friend, Sara.

"Oh, and why not? She's an seventh grader, and she's only 11. I'm an 11th grader, and 18. I can do whatever I want and she can't stop me!"

"Oh, yeah?" Juliet asked.

"Yeah!" he replied challengingly.

Juliet pointed to security guard and Sara went to retrieve him.

Greg immediately ran out of the store and took off down the street.

The security guard chased after him, but Greg had a head start.

The security guard watched as he took off down the street.

Someone suddenly came running out of an alley farther down.

They watched as Juliet took him down and pinned him to the ground.

The security guard got to where Juliet was, then grabbed Greg off the ground.

"How'd you do that?" he asked her as they walked back to the store.

"I took a shortcut through the back door. After that it was easy!"

"That was amazing!"

She shrugged her shoulders, "That's just how I take down the bad guy."