Here's the next chapter as promised! I think I did okay on it but it isn't my best piece of work ever... Hope you guys like it anyway and I need SIX more reviews before I upload the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but a piece of wood seven feet long to carve into a wooden sword on my free time.

I crept from my room in the morning and slid down the hall with my husky following me. I gave her the signal to open the door so she jumped up and turned the handle with her teeth. Once the door was open, we both crept quietly into the room and made sure that no one was there; we were on a mission and we were going to see it through without a hitch.

Jessie started sniffing around and led me to a door nearest the one we were at before jumping up and opening it with her teeth just like the last one. Inside was Dante's 'mall'. I was led over to a dresser which I let Jessie open again – the less things I touched the better because who knows if Dante knew how to analyze DNA – and inside I found one of the things we were looking for: a bag filled with journals and diary's and other personal stuffs.

We grinned at each other stupidly before I took out the bag and gave it to Jessie. We then started souring the room for other personal things that could condemn the jerk and help us in our plot to embarrass the hell out of him and my brother.

Under the bed in the main room, Jessie found more personal stuffs which I stuffed into the bag. At this point we heard footsteps coming back so I hid in the mall and Jessie hopped on the bed with the bag in her mouth. We'd left everything how Jessie's left it once she opened it so that it looked like she did it.

I looked out the door that was slightly ajar still from when Jessie entered and left, to see Dante creep into his room, knife at hand – how did he manage to get that back? When he saw a figure on his bed he froze only to hear the howlish bark of my Siberian-Husky. He slid the knife into his back pocket and relaxed visibly.

"How'd you get in here?" I heard him ask Jessie, who just did her howl-bark in reply. "Who let you in should be a better question I guess."

Jessie shook her head as if to say "What're you talking about? I let myself in here, Idiot."

"Did you, now? And what's that at your feet?"

"What this? Oh, nothing, nothing."

"That better not be…"

"Oh, but it is."

"You mutt!"

"Hello, I'm a purebred! See these pretty markings?"

"Hand it over!"

"Why I don't think so…"

"No don't you dare raise that leg!"

"What this leg? Don't worry; I'm only going to give you a nice present for giving me all of your belongings."

At this point I slipped out of the mall and the bedroom thanks to Jessie's distraction; I knew she'd follow me scotch free. As I raced down the hall I heard the telltale screech of a pissed off male who'd just had a dog make a mess of his bed. I laughed merrily as I opened my bedroom door and felt Jessie brush by me. I closed the door just as I heard Dante reopen his door to chase after my lovely pup.

"I can't believe that you managed to get all this," Sara said shocked when she, Sammy, and David came to my room after dinner to continue plotting; tomorrow we'd go after Isaac's room. "I just can't believe you managed to pull it off. How the Hell did you manage to pull it off?"

"Easy, I have the most wonderful Siberian-Husky to ever grace this earth," I cooed nuzzling my pup and giving it loads of attention and doggy treats. "I love you, you're so pretty, and you're all mine, aren't ya?"

"It's like looking in on someone doing the deed," David gagged mockingly.

I glared at him, "Shut it or no Ice Cream for you."

"Shutting."

"Hahaha, you're whipped," Sammy laughed. "All it took was for Feng to make you an Ice Cream Sundae."

Sara shook her head at her brother sadly. "I can understand your pain, my friend. Once you have 'The Sundae', you never go back."

We all started laughing until we could hardly breathe. Sammy was, of course, the first of us to recover…after all these years I still don't know how she can recover so fast.

"Now," She said, calming all of down so that we could get to the serious stuff. "What're we going to do to get Isaac's stuff? We can't use the same exact trick twice because Dante will have, without a doubt, told Isaac about this."

"You could flirt with him while Feng and Jessie get the job done," Sara suggested. I had a feeling that she was up to something more than just using it as a distraction.

"What a wonderful idea, Sis," David grinned evilly at Sammy and me. "Let the unsocialised ruffian seduce our brother, the heir to our fore-fathers' fortune which adds up to a couple hundred trillion."

I punched him in the nose as hard as I could and I heard that satisfying snap of a nose breaking along with one of my fingers from the impact.

"Ouch!" we both screeched at the same time.

"What'd you do that for, ouch," David complained and whined as loudly as he could while clutching his nose with a tissue in his hand. "That effing hurts!"

"You think your nose hurts?" I snarled at him. "My hand effing hurts! I think I felt something snap! Yup, my middle finger broke. Damn this hurts!"

"Will you two shut up and go see the doctor?" Sammy asked, trying to hold back her laughter and failing miserably as she burst out in huge frame wracking laughs with tears streaming from her eyes. We glared at her, hoping that she'd drop dead from our glares.

"C'mon," Sara said, helping us both up. "Let's get you three children to the hospital wing. Sammy, you really need some calming medicine and something for that slight insanity you seem to have over this…"

The next morning at breakfast, everything was tense. David and I never stopped glaring at each other for two seconds – even as we ate – and it caused everyone else to become very uncomfortable. Dante told his story about the psyco pooch that stole from him and left a 'gift' on his bed while Isaac updated Dad on his line of the business.

On a better note, my Mom was here! She'd arrived late last night with some news for us. News number one: she and Dad were getting married. News number two…she was pregnant.

You could see the color drain from most of our faces – Isaac, David's, and mine – but Mom and Dad kept chatting happily and Sara butted in and asked if she could help design the room for our new sibling. I had the feeling that life was only going to get rougher from here.

So yeah... Hope you guys liked it and please review (I need SIX!) and tell me what you think and ask questions and correct any mistakes that you guys find.

Thank's for reading,

Sero, Feng, Sammy, Sara, David, and Jessie