Later that evening, Katherine had made her way downstairs into the Tracy kitchen, to find Mrs. Tracy cooking and cleaning.

"Hiya, Mrs Tracy," Katherine said trying to get a glimpse of what was in the oven.

"Hello dear, I think John is in his room if you are looking for him,"

Casey blushed slightly looking quite sheepish. "I know, I have been with him most of the evening,"

"Really?" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, I am worried about maths this year and I know John is really good at maths, so he has been helping me," hoping that would be enough to satisfy her curiosity.

"And she is doing great too," John's voice came from the doorway. Smiling he walked up behind her and put his arms around her waist while nuzzling a single kiss gently onto her neck. His Grandma by this time had turned her attention away to a pre-baked cake on the side.

"Whoa! What smells good?" The tall, dark and handsome athletically built 17 year old Scott Tracy strutted into the kitchen. "Hey Grandma, is that double chocolate fudge cake?" reaching his hand out to 'sample' it only to have it slapped away by a spatula. "OUCH!"

"Scott Tracy, not everything I make in this kitchen is solely for you and your brothers, this is one of those times!" turning to John with the cake placing it in a ready container on the table.

"Now John, I want you to take this cake to Jenny's it is her daughters 10th birthday and this is her cake. I am asking you as I know that you are the only one that isn't going to eat it or rig it as a practical joke before it arrives at it's destination!"

"But Grandma…," John protested, loosening his arms from around Katherine.

"No 'buts' John, this cake needs to be delivered this evening," she said sternly with an edge of tiredness.

"Yes, Ma'am," he scooped the cake off the table with one hand and turned to Katherine, "fancy coming for a walk?"

"I think it's time for a break," she said thinking out loud, putting her arm around his waist and planting a soft kiss on his cheek they started to walk out the house bumping into things along the way. John had decided it was probably for the best if he used both hands to carry it just to be safe.

They stopped in the open plan style doorway of the living room leading to the hallway hearing what sounded like a sudden crack of thunder from upstairs shortly followed by Gordon sliding down the banister at top speed, followed closely by Virgil coming down the stairs . John immediately held the cake firmly with one hand above his head.

"Come back here you little runt!" Virgil said angrily.

Scott appeared at the bottom of the stairs just in time to catch Gordon.

"Hey, Sprout what's the hurry?" Gordon just ginned widely and looked up the stairs at Virgil. Scott had to try and hide his smile.

"Virge, this is going to sound like an odd question but why are you the same colour as a Smurf? You even have the white towel round your head and waist!"

"Why don't you ask our deranged brother?" Virgil gave a quick glance over to John who was still stood with the cake above his head.

"And if you have trouble working out which one I am on about, the one that just crashed into you at top speed down the bannister, not Miss Statue of liberty over there!"

"Well, Gordon, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"It's not my fault they don't sell anything in his colour," Gordon said looking proud of himself.

"O yeah, what is my colour?"

"Green, to go with your eyes," said Gordon batting his eyelids, before attempting to run, but Scott had too much of a good grip on him and he couldn't wriggle free. Virgil came bounding down the stairs, Scott had to jiggle his hold of Gordon so he was holding him with one arm and Virgil with the other.

Just at that moment the front door opened, the four Tracy brothers and Katherine stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to see the patriarch of the Tracy family, Jeff Tracy, come in with Alan from his football game. He hadn't even taken the key out of the lock before he looked up and immediately dropped his head and sighed, wondering what spectacular tales his sons would have to offer him tonight, how they got into this predicament.

"Ha, Ha, you guys and so dead!" Alan said looking devishly pleased that one his brothers were in trouble and two that he wasn't responsible.

Shutting the door behind him, "Hello boys," then added looking at Scott, "do I even ask?"

Everyone started talking at once.

"Boys, BOYS!" sighing again "one at a time, Scott?"

"From what I can gather Gordon has switched Virgil's soap, Virgil in turn is trying to seek revenge on Gordon, I am trying to stop Virgil from killing him," he looked over at John "not too sure about what John is doing though."

Everyone turned and looked at John.

"Well John?" Jeff said.

"Erm…yeah that's about the long and the short of it, Dad,"

"I wasn't asking for your opinion I want to know why you are stood like that,"

"Grandma, had baked a cake for someone and she wanted me to deliver it for her, on our way out we got caught up with this, I didn't want it to get damaged." Suddenly realising the danger was over and he could now lower his now numb and slightly purple arm from no blood circulation.

"So this is where everyone is, I will require some….," Grandma trailed off seeing the sight in front of her.

"Everything okay mother?"

"Yes, just asking for some help in the kitchen for dinner preparations,"

"Right, John you make your delivery, Alan and Virgil go get washed up ready for dinner, Scott you and Gordon go and help your Grandmother in the kitchen."

Everybody dispersed to their designated areas, Jeff walked wearily into the lounge wondering when his sons would grow up. He walked over to his liqueur cabinet and poured himself a large scotch, looking out of the window he saw his second eldest with his arm around Katherine walking away from the house, sighing again realising that, that son was growing up too quickly and more realistically new he was going to have to have the talk with him sooner rather than later.

Well what did you think? Poor Virgil being had by Gordon, wonder who else he will prank?