Sam and Pam both jumped on Sam's bike and drove back to their house to see that the house was completely covered with caution tape all over. The two ladies gasped especially when they didn't see Melanie's car in the garage.
Pam ran up to the front door to try and open it, but she couldn't get it unlocked. Even with the spare key the family left underneath the vase near the front door was gone.
"Melanie?!" Sam called, trying to see if her sister was either in the house or anywhere around, but she got no response.
"I thought you said the people weren't supposed to come until tomorrow?" Pam asked.
"That's what Melanie told me, but she must have called the people to come early."
"Leave it to Melanie to always do the right thing," Pam mocked, waving her hands in the air in anger. "Now what?"
"You know, I kind of like the decorations," Sam commented, looking at the house from far away. "It'll keep those annoying girl scouts away."
"But I love stealing their cookies," Pam whined.
"Oh, we can still do that from down the street. My hiding place is behind that big oak tree at the corner."
Pam snorted. "It ain't no hiding place I get told all the time you hide there. I knew you hid there since you were little when you never wanted to take a bath."
Sam gasped. "What? No way!" She snapped her fingers. "Damn, now I'm going to have to find a new place."
Melanie's cadillac drove down the street and she stopped in front of the house with a honk of her horn to get her mother and sister's attention. She got out of the car and walked over to them.
"What are you doing?" Melanie asked, removing her sunglasses. "Why is the house closed off?"
"You're asking us?" Sam and Pam questioned together, pointing at themselves.
"If anyone can get our house cautioned it'll be you two," Melanie stuck her arms to her hips and Sam and Pam couldn't help but nod their heads – she was right.
"So, wait, you're saying you're not the one that called?" Sam asked.
"Why in the world would I get our house shut? I still have my makeup kit in there!" Melanie yelled, running to the front door. In one huge kick she was able to break into the house and run inside.
"What the chizz?" Pam screamed.
"So she is a Puckett," Sam commented. "Minus the reason for why she broke into the house, but it works."
"Okay, so what's the next plan?" Pam asked, following her daughters into the house.
"We just try to get our house back, what else?"
"Even with the caution tape on? They're not going to give it back to me now."
Sam paused at the front door – suddenly she got an idea.
She smiled, looking at her mom when she turned around to see Sam still out the front door.
"Melanie still has her makeup kit here, right?" Sam asked.
Pam cocked her head to the side. "Yeah...? That's what she ran in here, remember?"
"I think I may know how we can get our house back," she said, running upstairs to Melanie's room. Pam took a moment to guess what Sam might have in mind, but she had nothing, so she just followed Sam upstairs.
"Melanie, what did that stinky school in Vermont teach you?" Sam asked when entering Melanie's room.
"What could you possibly be up to now?" Melanie asked, turning around from her bed completely covered with her entire makeup set from over the years.
"With all the makeup you have I think I know how to put it in use," she said. When her mother came in the room she looked at Pam and Melanie. "We scare the bank people from taking the house."
"No way!" Melanie yelled, taking a step back. "I was able to help you scare Cat, but I am not scaring important bank people from doing their job."
"Melanie, this is our house we're talking about!" Sam said, taking a step forward to grab her sister's shoulders. "Where are you going to keep your junk if we don't have a house?"
Melanie kept quiet for a moment, thinking the question over. "Your apartment in Cali?" She said in a question.
"Heck no," Sam said in a smile, patting Melanie's shoulder. "Now, we have to practice this if we don't want them to call the cops on us tomorrow."
"I can't go to jail I'll get kicked out of my school!" Melanie said.
"Then make us look scary," Pam said, grabbing two chairs from the corner of the room to have her and Sam sit down. "They must teach you something about Halloween in school."
Melanie sighted. "Fine." She stomped her foot and grabbed one of the makeup pallets. "But I don't like this."
"When do you ever like anything fun?" Sam asked before her sister threw a bunch of color powder on her face to get Sam to choke on the dust. "I have such a strong word for you right now."
"I am freaking out," Freddie paced back and forth in the living room. "I don't know what to do."
"It seems like you're entertaining yourself just fine," Goomer commented, laughing from the kitchen stool as he watched Freddie walk around.
"Where's Cat?" Freddie asked for the fifth time and Goomer only smiled and turned around in his seat.
Freddie had came out of his morning shower to see that Cat was no where to be found in the house and with this creepy guy name Goomer in the kitchen. He wouldn't tell Freddie where Cat went or what he was doing here in replacement. Cat never mentioned anything about having someone else living in the apartment, nor anything about something crazy guy.
"Can't you just tell me anything?" Freddie asked.
"My name's Goomer!" Goomer said, having Freddie groan in frustration.
Freddie couldn't even leave the house for he didn't know where to go or had any lightest idea where Cat could be. It was a huge city.
Just then another guy came in through the back door. "What's going on?" He asked.
"Hi, Dice," Goomer said to the curly little guy.
"You're not Cat either," Freddie groaned.
"You must be Freddie," Dice said. "Please excuse Goomer for he's just being...well, Goomer."
"I'm just playing a joke like Sam said I should," Gommer said.
"You talked to Sam?" Freddie jumped to Goomer.
"I talk to Sam all the time!"
"Recently?"
"No, she's not here."
"Obviously," Freddie threw his hands to his face.
"Goomer stop," Dice covered the smile on his face from Goomer playing around with Freddie.
"Can you guys just tell me where Cat is?" Freddie begged.
"She's at school," Dice finally answered. "It's Wednesday. I don't know about you guys in Seattle, but here you go to school Monday through Friday."
Freddie sighed, dropping to the couch behind him. "No wonder."
Cat finally walked through the door with her backpack and coat in her hands. "Hi, guys!"
"Did you leave me with a babysitter?" Freddie asked when Cat turned back around after closing the front door.
"Yeah, why?" Cat asked, dropping her stuff on the dining room table. "It was the smart thing to do."
"You left Goomer in charge?" Dice asked.
"Yes," Cat nodded. "Sam said if she were to ever leave Freddie alone anywhere she would have to get him a babysitter so that's what I did."
"Does Sam really talk about me that much?"
Cat was going to say something, but she covered her mouth again. In the moment of silence Freddie shook his head in embarrassment, but at the same time happy that Sam still talked about him.
"I had fun today," Goomer shared, laughing. Dice only patted his shoulder and Cat was happy even though she had no idea what he did to Freddie for the past few hours.