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Kendall clapped his hands together in an official manner as he turned to face his friends. They all stood around Taylor's bedroom as Kendall did so.

"So… how are we going to do this?" he asked with a sheepish smile.

"What, you don't have a plan?" Taylor asked, raising a blonde eyebrow.

"Well sorry, but I'm not exactly overflowing with plans you know! Planning is hard work and-" Kendall's eyes suddenly widened with surprising happiness. "I know how to make us famous."

"We have to do it!" Kendall insisted. Sure, he knew that his plan was risky and bound to anger a few (dozen) people, but it'd be totally worth it in the end.

"Well, how are we going to do that anyways?" Georgia asked. Kendall pouted at her lack of faith.

"Easy, we make a list," Logan voiced.

"And how does that solve anything?" asked James, rolling his eyes.

"Well, we'll be organized."

"LOGAN!" Kendall yelled, turning around and banging his head against the wall in Taylor's bedroom.

"Okay, okay…"

"Look," Kendall began, softer this time, "I know that this plan it pretty… unorthodox, but I don't think there's any other way to do this." He turned away from the wall he had banged his head against to face his friends. "Remember what we talked about poolside at the Palmwoods?" The guys looked thoughtful for a moment.

"You said that you loved singing with us," Carlos piped up.

"Exactly. And even though our chances are slimmer this time, it doesn't mean we can't do it," Kendall said with a smile. Taylor wiped an imaginary tear from her eye.

"That was so touching," she sniffled. Kendall rolled his eyes.

"Well, we need an operation name," Logan said. Everyone looked thoughtful again before Kendall smiled.

"Operation: The List."

"Can we do it without the 'the'?" James asked.

"Nope."

"Kendall, I don't know about this…" Logan said, trailing off nervously as they walked towards certain doom (AKA Brooke Diamond's house, erm, mansion).

"And how are we supposed to convince our parents to help us out with this anyways?" Georgia asked.

"Have some faith, woman!" Kendall exclaimed, waving his arms back and forth in a display of outrage. "All of the 'rents are already at James' house for an 'official meeting', and I'm wearing a tie! They have to let us go," he said as they walked down the sidewalk (1).

"Okay, okay! Sheesh, show one flicker of doubt and suddenly we're arch nemesis's," Georgia mumbled under her breath.

"I heard that."

"Okay, that's it! Any questions?" Kendall asked. He stood in front

"Ooh, me! Pick me, Kendall!" James begged, raising his hand and waving it back and forth.

"Yes, James?"

"How gay are you?" the tall brunet asked.

"Homo say what? Hmm? And don't you have some B-list girl to hit on?" Kendall shot back, smirking.

"What about your tie? Who got that for you, you're gay boyfriend?"

"Haha, no." Kendall smiled cheerily. "By the way, those jeans fit you real good," the blond chirped gaily before blowing James a kiss jokingly. Taylor snorted. (2)

"I'm friends with weird people," Logan said, mostly to himself.

"Well, we're the mothers of weird children," Mama Mitchell said, getting the 6 teens' attention.

"Must be in the genes," Carlos joked, earning smiles.

"Getting back on topic," Brooke began, "how do you expect this plan of yours to work out?" she asked, raising a freshly waxed eyebrow.

"Well," Kendall said, "the way I see it, there's only one way for us to become a boyband, and that's if Gustavo finances it. Which he isn't. So-"

"So you want to ask Kelly to help you steal money from him?" Mama Garcia asked. (3)

"No, no! Not at all." Kendall made a 'calm down' motion with his hands. "Our plan is to simply ask Kelly to 'borrow' some money from Gustavo to help us finance everything," he explained.

"You see," James continued, "our problem is that we only have a small window of opportunity before Gryffindork sends Gustavo out to host the second round of auditions. So, if we want to become famous again, we need to put this plan into action NOW."

"How can you be so sure that Kelly will help you?" Mama Knight asked.

"Well, she has a soft spot for Carlos and his puppy-dog eyes. Much like the rest of the population," Logan explained. "The easiest way to make her cave is to sic our flamboyant friend on her." The mothers all nodded (a bit unsettling being that the gesture was simultaneous).

"It makes sense," Helen admitted. The teens all stared.

"Really?" Kendall asked, before awkwardly clearing his throat. "I mean… of course it does! We are awesome after all."

"Isn't this a bit… illegal?" Verity (Georgia's mother) asked.

"Probably," Kendall admitted with a sheepish smile. "But we'll deal with that later!"

"So… what do you say?" Georgia asked the parents, finally speaking up. The mothers all exchanged looks before Mama Knight finally stood up. She stood right in front of Kendall and- even though he stood about 6 inches taller than her- stared down at him.

"You will go along with your plan, but there will be some ground rules," she began. "We don't want any phone calls from the cops. You will handle this like mature, responsible people. Get it?"

"Got it," was Kendall's reply.

"Good. Now scat. We've got some flight arrangements to make."

Our 6 teenagers whooped and hollered joyously.

"Thanks, moms! You won't regret it!" Logan called as he and his friends made their way outside.

"I can't believe they're letting us do this," Kendall admitted.

"I know, right? I thought they would call us crazy and tie us up to the radiator in the basement of the Garcia's house!" Taylor exclaimed, all without taking a breath.

"So… what are we going to do now?" Georgia asked. Everyone else shrugged.

"I dunno, but I have a question," Logan said.

"What?" Kendall asked.

"Where's Katie?"

(A/N: I was going to end it here, but that would be too short. So, you get an extended chapter!)

Hey, I just met you! And this is crazy! But here's my number, so call me maybe!

"I am getting SO SICK of this song," Georgia growled. "Change the station."

"No way! I love this song!" Carlos exclaimed before he began singing along. "Before you came into my life, I missed you so bad. I missed you so bad. I missed you so, so bad!"

"You know," Taylor began, twirling a lock of her blonde hair around her index finger subconsciously, "I've never heard you guys sing before." She twists around in her seat to face Kendall, Carlos, Georgia, and James (also managing to knock her elbow against the window to her right).

"Hmm, I guess you're right," Kendall says, scratching the side of his head.

"Let's sing Big Time Rush!" Carlos chirps, bouncing in his seat.

"Stop bouncing! And I can't sing and drive at the same time!" Logan says from the drivers seat of the car. You know, the vehicle he's driving...

"Why not?" James asks, peering around Georgia's shoulders.

"You know I'm not good at multi-tasking!" Logan says (whines). An almost awkward silence falls over the car, the only sound being the rolling of the tires and the radio, which was now playing...

Swag swag swag, on you. Chillin' by the fire while we eatin' fondue. I dunno about me but I know about you.

"This radio station is horrible," Georgia commented, crossing her arms. "Please change it, Logie."

"Can't. Driving."

"Ted?"

"IF I WAS YOUR BOYFRIEND, I'D NEVER LET YOU GO!"

"You don't even like Justin Bieber!" Georgia exclaims.

"Quit being distracting," Logan orders.

"I like JB if he annoys you," Taylor says in reply to her British friend, ignoring Logan. Georgia groans.

"Are we almost there?" Kendall asks, leaning forward in his seat all the way in the back where he's currently squashed between Carlos and James (who has Georgia on his lap).

"Yes, Ken. Just give it five more minutes," is Logan's response.

"I swear, my grandfather drives faster than this," the blond boy mutters, leaning back in his seat.

"I heard that," Logan tells him.

"Good. You were meant to," Kendall says with a sly smirk. Another bout of silence fell over the car, though it wasn't awkward this time. Until Kendall finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry."

Everyone, as expected, looked confused.

"Why are you sorry?" Taylor asked.

Prrrrffft

"DUDE! Seriously?" Carlos yelped, scooting away from Kendall, who had erupted in a fit of cackles.

"I'm sorry! You guys know tomatos make me gassy!" he apologised, still laughing.

"Oh man, it smells like something died back here!" Georgia complained.

"Roll the windows down," James suggested, being that he couldn't do so himself with a girl in his lap. Carlos gagged as the god-awful scent assaulted his nasal passages. Georgia quickly complied and was hit with a sudden gust of wind that sent her hair flying everywhere. Including in James' face.

"I'm so sorry, James!" she said quickly, trying to gather her hair together. Kendall chuckled, causing her to glare at the blond boy.

"It's fine, Georgia," James said, smiling.

"At least it doesn't smell as much anymore," Carlos said. Kendall smiled sheepishly.

"We're here!" Logan announced, parking the car. Kendall cheered. As soon as Carlos opened his door, he pushed the Latino out before hopping out after him.

"That was quite possibly the longest drive of my life," Kendall said seriously.

"Nuh-uh," Logan argued. "Remember that time when-"

"No," Kendall cut him off. Logan chuckled, walking up to him and whispering in his ear.

"I do..."

"No you don't."

"Yup, I do."

"Nope."

"Yup."

"Nope."

"Yu-"

"Okay," James said loudly, cutting their arguement short. "Enough with the flirt fest. Let's just pick up Katie and head back to Kendall's house."

"Whaaaat?" Kendall asked awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"We weren't... flirting," Logan told the pretty boy.

"Of course not. What was I thinking?" James said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Kendall and Logan both blushed, glancing at eachother before quickly looking away. Kendall cleared his throat.

"Let's, ah, go get Katie!" he said with fake enthusiasm. Carlos smiled happily before turning and running through the playground.

"KAAAATIEEE!"

"We have to run after him, don't we?" Taylor asked.

"Yep," her four remaining friends chorused.

"Let's go."

Yeah, so... I suck at ending these things. Sorry. But I tried to make it longer for you guys! I failed, though. I can never write long chapters for some reason! It's never worked. Again, I apologise for this. What'd ya think? I always try to toss some humor in these things. Epic win or fail? Why don't you review and tell me? :P

(1) Big Time Strike!

(2) Shout out to Poor Paul! Watch it, bitches.

(3) Who remembers Mama Garcia's first name? I don't!