Hi. So, I know, short chapters and not my best work, but I hope you find it OK. :)

Chapter 2

As one could probably guess, the next day was pandemonium.

Amy was running around like a lunatic muttering "Tablecloths. Silk tablecloths. And new towels for the rooms. Towels. Tableclothes. Tables. Towelclothes. Wait, no, that isn't right…

Dan was practicing his best Sorry everyone, they're just my mentally retarded cousins, don't mind them look for the first time they went out on a field trip when the doorbell rang. Dan dragged his feet all the way down the stairs, dreading whoever was behind that door.

Amy opened the door wider, and three identical 17 year old triplets walked in. Sinead, Ned, and Ted. The Starlings. Amy and Dan nodded awkwardly at them. The two twins, Ned and Ted, asked in unison where the bathroom was.

"Awkward…." Dan muttered under his breath.

Amy quelled him with an older-sister-death stare. "Right down the hall," she said kindly, pointing left. Ned and Ted walked at exactly the same spped, side by side, for the bathroom door.

"Wait," Dan muttered, "they're not, like, gonna, go to the bathroom together, are they?"

Ned went in first, while Ted waited outside.

"Phew, I was getting kinda scared there." Dan said. Sinead glared at him, and Dan decided that now was the best time to leave.

Dan went into the kitchen and was about to open a pack of Barbecue Lays when he heard a weird noise coming from the Living Room. It sounded like….cheering. And a referee's whistle blowing. They didn't watch sports channels. Nellie always watched cooking shows, Amy watched National Geographic, and Fiske watched French soap operas. Sometimes Nellie watched them with Fiske. It was pretty funny when their favorite character, Geneviève, died from falling off a cruise ship.

So why was the Sports Channel on?

There was only one explanation.

"AAAAHHHH! AMY! GHOSTS! IN THE LIVING ROOM! HEEELLLPPP!"

Amy skidded in to the kitchen with Sinead close at her heels. "DAN! What the heck is happening?"

Dan shivered. "There are ghosts watching the Sports Channel in the living room."

Sinead snorted. "Hey, midget, listen up. There. Are. No. such. Things. As. Ghosts. Grow up."

Dan placed his hands on his hips. "Well, Miss Know-it-all, then explain to me what is IN OUR LIVING ROOM!"

Sinead smirked. "Well, obviously, there's only one way to find out. I'll go in there and see what's going on."

She started to walk towards the Living room, and Dan yelled, "I hope they eat you!"

"In your little adolescent dreams!" Sinead yelled back without even turning around.

"The ninja lord will watch your destruction with great pleasure."

"Yeah, well maybe you should just turn around and go find Aladdin, Princess Jasmine."

"Oh, you did NOT just go there!"

"I'm afraid I did. What are you gonna do, throw your magic carpet at me?"

"For your information, Jasmine has a pet tiger! She lives dangerously!"

"You're right. I think of you more as Cinderella. Part maid, part problem."

"Yeah….well…you're a…..meanie!"

"Oh, go get eaten by your tiger."

"Voldemort!"

"Yawn."

"Velocirapter chain saw bear!"

"You have a violent mind for a Disney princess."

Suddenly, the door to the living room door swung open. There stood Hamilton Holt, holding a taco, and grinning like an idiot. "Hey, guys. Come join the party!"

Sinead scowled. "Well, here's your ghost, Princess Jasmine. Now finish painting your nails or whatever you were doing in the kitchen."

Amy poked her head around the corner from the main hallway. "Guys, I'm gonna need some support here."

"Why?" Dan and Sinead asked in unison.

Amy swallowed, and then fidgeted with the edge of her shirt. "The Kabras are here."

And don't we just LOVE the Kabras!