The Starkids all filed outside to check out the buses they would be using during the tour. From the outside, both looked completely identical, but the guys were still suspicious.

"You better not have gotten us another shitty bus, Lopez," Walker accused as he climbed on to the boys' bus to check it out.

"I swear I didn't do anything!" Lauren argued, giving him a playful shove, "Maybe karma finally hit you for being such an awful person."

"If you ask me, they were both pretty shitty," Meredith added pensively, "We couldn't poop on either one of them."

"Point taken," Jaime remarked.

"Whoa!" Joey yelled from inside the tour bus, "Check this out, guys! The TV actually works!"

"Let it be known that today, a miracle has occurred," Jim announced solemnly, "The god of national tours is smiling down on us."

"Don't jinx it, Jim," Brian warned, "Anything that can go wrong, will. It's Murphy's Law."

This earned him stares from nearly everyone, who were not quite sure how to respond. Taking advantage of the pause, Holden threw his bag on to the nearest bed.

"DIBS!" he shouted, jumping into the bunk closest to the air conditioner.

"NO FAIR!" Joe whined, tossing his stuff on the next closest bed, "I WASN'T READY!"

The other boys quickly joined the quarrel, arguing about who got which bunk. The girls stood and watched for a few seconds before deciding to check out their own bus.

"Sometimes I wonder if those guys have any maturity whatsoever," Jaime grinned, rolling her eyes.

"Jaime," Julia smirked playfully, "We all got degrees in playing dress-up for a living, I don't think any of us have room to talk."

The girls all laughed.

"Yeah, I can't believe they would do something as immature as calling DIBS!" Lauren shouted, throwing herself into a bunk. The other girls giggled, but followed the suit, chucking their stuff on to nearby beds and claiming them for the next month.

A few minutes later, the boys appeared outside their tour bus, standing expectantly at the door. Dylan gave a swift knock and quickly backed up a few inches.

"We wish to be granted permission to cross the threshold of your home, Lady Meredith," he said snootily as Meredith pulled open the door.

"And what is the purpose of this fine visit, Sir Dylan?" she smiled and asked in an equally snooty tone.

"Merely to inspect if this dwelling is suitable."

"And who might these lowly peasants be?" Meredith gestured condescendingly to Joey, Walker, Holden, Brian, and Jim, who had been standing behind Dylan.

"Only my man servants, Lady Meredith. Someone must do the royal laundry…"

"I'd love to give you a royal sock," Holden muttered, "Right in the eye."

"SILENCE, SLAVE!" Dylan commanded, "Or I will lock you up in my dungeon!"

"Oh, no! Not the dungeon!" Holden cried sarcastically, falling to his knees, "Save me from this horrid tyrant Lady Meredith, I beg of you!"

"Very well, peasant," Meredith sniffed.

"Your ladyship's goodness knows no bounds, to take pity on this lowly piece of filth," Dylan remarked, kissing her hand, "Now may we enter your fine place of dwelling?"

"Only if-"

"SHUT UP AND JUST LET THEM IN ALREADY!" Lauren, Julia, and Jaime all shouted exasperatedly from inside the bus.