*Lola's P.O.V*

"Hey, come on, guys, we have to go work on our science project." Cody said, while we were in the lobby, by the elevator.

"I am doing science. Look, centrifugal force!" Zack said, spinning his yo-yo round and round. I giggled.

"Relax, Cody, our project isn't due for ages." I said. Cody just sighed and walked into the elevator, probably to start on the project without us. Me and Zack continued to play with the yo-yo, taking turns to do tricks and stuff. When it was Zack's turn, he accidentally let go while he was doing his trick. The yo-yo flew out of his hand and went soaring through the air, until it landed in Mr. Moseby's coffee. Moseby turned to look at us with an annoyed look. Me and Zack gave him an innocent smile, before we made a run for it. We ran all the way to our suite, where Mom and Cody were.

"Hide us!" I said in fear.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what happened?" Mom asked.

"Mr. Moseby's after us! Just because we were playing yo-yo in the lobby... And it might have landed in his mug." Zack explained.

"And then?" Mom asked, crossing her arms and looking at us pointedly.

"We ran after that. He's scary." I said, pouting.

"Mr. Moseby's just doing his job. He needs to keep this hotel running smoothly, and you two tend to be...un-smooth." Mom said.

"Yeah, un-smooth like when Mom doesn't shave her legs for two weeks." Cody said. I laughed, Zack smirked and Mom looked at us with her mouth hanging open in offence.

"Aren't you three supposed to be working on your science experiment?" She asked.

"We've already started. Look!" Cody said, as we went over to the cabinet under the sink. We opened it and took out two boxes with rats in them. Mom screamed and jumped onto the couch.

"No, no, no, no! What- what are you doing with those rats?!" She yelled.

"Science!" I said happily.

"We got them from our school. This is Bonnie, and that's Clyde, they're our experiments." Cody explained.

"Which is what? Giving your mother a heart attack?" Mom shouted.

"No, actually, I play rap music for Bonnie, and heavy metal for Clyde, and then Lola helps Cody write down a bunch of scientific stuff." Zack said.

"You know, behavioural changes, like eating habits, mood swings, urination patterns." Cody said.

"Eww!" Mom whined, "Why does is have to be rats?"

"Too late now, we've bonded." I said, picking up Clyde's cage while Cody picked up Bonnie's.

"Swell," Mom said sarcastically, taking the rat cages from us, "Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to take Bonnie and Clyde away from where we eat." She said, taking them into our room. As she left, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" Cody said.

"No! Wait," Zack said, grabbing Cody's arm, "What if it's Mr. Moseby?"

"We're toast!" I added. Cody smirked.

"Come in!" He called, earning glares from me and Zack. The door opened and just our luck, it was Mr. Moseby.

"Look, Mr. Moseby, if this is about the yo-yo then I'm really-"

"Oh, pish posh!" Moseby cut Zack off. "Kids will be kids. You were just having fun, and that's what kids do, isn't it? They have fun!"

"Did that yo-yo bounce of your head?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, no, I'm fine! I came up here to offer you scamps tickets to today's Red Sox game. It's a matinee." He said, handing Cody three tickets.

"The Red Sox game? Alright!" Cody yelled happily. But I wasn't buying it. There's something fishy going on here.

"And your seats are just above that little hut wherein the players spit and scratch themselves." He said. He began walking out, when Zack stopped him.

"Hold on," He said.

"There's something wrong here." I said, crossing my arms.

"Why do you question my generosity?" Moseby asked.

"Yeah, why do you question his generosity?" Cody said, waving the tickets in front of our faces.

"Tell you what, you go," I said to Cody.

"Yeah, I think me and Lola will just stay here and hang out in the good old lobby. Now, where's my model rocket?" Zack said, pretending to go and look for his rocket.

"No!" Moseby exclaimed. We looked at him. "Alright, fine. The hotel inspector will be arriving soon and it would be marvellous if you weren't around."

"I knew it!" Me and Zack yelled in unison.

"We'll be not around longer if you throw in a little money for dinner." I said, raising my eyebrows suggestively. Moseby sighed and gave me and Zack some money.

"I like lobster." Cody chimed in. Moseby rolled his eyes and gave Cody some money as well, before leaving. Me and the boys went into our room to get ready for the game. Me and Cody grabbed our baseball mitts, while Zack walked over to the rats.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"I'm taking Clyde to the game." Zack said, picking Clyde up.

"You can't do that! It'll contaminate the experiment! Who knows what take me out to the ballgame will do to his urinary pattern?!" Cody said.

"Fine, but this is why they like me more than they like you." He said, putting Clyde back in his cage.

"Come on, guys! If we make batting practice, I might meet a player!" Mom called. Me and Cody walked out and Zack followed soon after.

The game was great, but unfortunately it eventually came to an end. Mom took us back to the hotel and we ran straight over to Mr. Moseby.

"Hey, Mr. Moseby!" I said.

"The Sox won 10 to 9!" Cody exclaimed.

"Mom caught a foul ball!" Zack said, as Mom walked in with a bandage on her head from where the ball hit her.

"Yeah, apparently heads up means heads down." She said.

"So, is the evil hotel inspector gone yet?" I asked.

"No, she's right here." A woman with a German accent said, turning around to face us. Oops...

I looked at her and almost puked when I saw the huge, ugly mole on her face.

"Whoa, what's that on your face?!" Zack yelled. Mom quickly clamped her hand over his mouth.

"It's her beauty mark." Mr. Moseby said, with a painfully fake smile.

"B-but it has a hair on it! I mean-" Mom clamped her other hand over Cody's mouth, shutting him up.

"Good thing the other one knows when to keep her mouth shut, I've run out of hands." Mom said, referring to me. "Thanks again for the tickets to the game." She told Mr. Moseby.

"Yeah, thanks, we know they're usually for the guests, so we really appreciate it." Zack said.

"Oh, ignores guest needs for friends." The hotel inspector said snootily. I saw her nametag said 'Ilsa Schicklgrubermeiger'... How the hell do you pronounce that?!

"They're not my friends." Moseby said. Well, that's just rude.

"Oh, ignores guest needs for strangers." She said just as snootily, writing in her notebook. "What kind of hotel manager are you?"

"He's the best!" I said, "He's number one!" The three of us held up our foam fingers that we'd gotten at the game.

"Yeah, last week he let us cook s'mores in the kitchen, and then he put out the fire all by himself!" Zack said.

"Okay..." Mom pulled us away from Moseby and the inspector, so we couldn't screw things up any more. And by "we", I mean my brothers.

Suddenly, everyone started screaming and two rats started running around. Huh, they look a lot like Bonnie and Clyde. Wait a minute...

"Mr. Moseby, in my twenty years as a hotel inspector, I have never been so appalled. Rats in the lobby?!" Ilsa said.

"Yeah, but it-"

"Dut, dut, dut! I am taking over the management of this hotel, until the review board arrives to make their final decision." She told Moseby. "Your Tipton Hotel keys," She ordered, holding out her hand.

"Not his keys!" Zack said, as Moseby handed her his keys.

"Your gold-plated badge,"

"Not the badge!" Cody said, as he gave her his badge.

"Your Tipton tie,"

"Not the tie! Anything but the tie!" I said as he took his tie off and gave it to her.

"I feel compelled to disclose that I am wearing custom-made Tipton boxer shorts." Moseby said.

"Dry clean them and send them back." Ilsa said, and then walked away. Mr. Moseby looked completely distraught as he walked up the steps, towards the exit. He took one last look at everyone, before sadly walking out the door.

"Oh, poor Mr. Moseby!" Mom said.

"Yeah... But what are the odds; there are two rats downstairs and we have two rats upstairs." Cody said cluelessly, as we walked towards the elevator.

"They are upstairs, aren't they?" Mom asked fearfully, looking at Zack in particular.

"Well..."

"Oh!" Mom cried, putting her hand to her forehead in stress.

"They were in my pocket when we got back from the hotel! They must've snuck out when we got back from the game." Zack said.

"You ruined our science experiment!" Cody said.

"And more importantly, you may have ruined Mr. Moseby. Zack, you better think about what you just did, you may have cost the man his job." Mom said.

A week later, we still hadn't found Bonnie and Clyde, plus Mr. Moseby still hadn't come back. Things weren't looking too good, especially with that witch, Ilsa in charge.

"Here, Bonnie... Here, Clyde..." Cody whispered, as we crawled around the lobby, putting cheese out to lure the rats back to us.

"It's been a whole week." I said, sitting up after being on my hands and knees for too long, "I don't think this cheese is working." We both stood up, as the housekeeper, Muriel walked over and stood behind us, as we watched Ilsa talk to Esteban.

"Esteban!" She shouted.

"Yes, Sir... Uh, Ma'am." Esteban said nervously.

"What is that non-regulation pin you are wearing on your Tipton uniform?" She asked, pointing to a small badge on his uniform.

"It belonged to my great grandfather who died while fighting for my country's independence." Esteban told her.

"How touching... Take it off!" Ilsa demanded, before narrowing her eyes at him, "I'm watching you."

"Man, I never thought I'd miss Moseby." Zack said sadly.

"Yeah, she's a real witch. I'd love to vacuum off that mole." Muriel said, before she walked away.

"Man, getting Moseby suspended was the worst thing we've ever done." Zack said, as we watched Ilsa harass Maddie.

"And by "we" you mean you?" Cody said, as I nodded in agreement.

"I'm gonna go over there and talk to her. If things don't go well, you can both have my yo-yo." Zack said, before walking over to Ilsa.

"Excuse me, Ms. Shikel-geiger-counter-" He tried to read the name on her nametag.

"Close enough. What?" Ilsa said. Zack didn't say anything, he just stood there and stared, probably horrified by that mole. "What are you staring at?" Ilsa frowned.

"N-Nothing. I just wanted to say that the rat thing was not Mr. Moseby's fault, it was my fault." Zack told her.

"Well, that changes things." Ilsa said.

"Really?" Zack asked hopefully.

"No! A manager is responsible for everything that happens in a hotel. The buck stops here. Speaking of which," She motioned for me and Cody to come over, and we reluctantly did so, "I want the three of you to stop coming in the front entrance willy nilly."

"But Mr. Moseby always lets us use the-"

"Mr. Moseby doesn't work here anymore!" She interrupted.

"But we need to-"

"Dut, dut, dut! End of conversation." She interrupted again. We stood there and watched her walk away. I'll admit, I was a little scared.

For most of the day, me and Cody continued looking for Bonnie and Clyde (with no luck), while Zack went to Mr. Moseby's apartment to try and apologise, and to get him to come back to The Tipton. I honestly didn't think it would work. I was right.

Zack came back, having failed with Mr. Moseby, and soon enough we went to bed. Cody was already asleep, but Zack was talking to Mom about what happened with Mr. Moseby, and I was listening because I couldn't sleep.

"I don't understand, I went and apologised to Mr. Moseby, but things still aren't any better." Zack said.

"Well, it's good that you apologised, but that doesn't always fix everything." Mom said, playing with his hair.

"That stinks." Zack pouted.

"That's life. Sometimes it takes more than just saying you're sorry." Mom said, "C'mon, try and get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay." Zack said, lying down under the covers.

"Love you." Mom said, kissing his forehead.

"Love you too." She replied, walking towards the door. "Night, Lola." She told me as she turned the light off.

"Night." I answered. She left the room, and I tried to fall asleep, until I heard Zack gasp. I sat up and could just about see him in the moonlight. "Zack, what's going on?" I asked as I saw him sit up.

"Bonnie and Clyde are back!" He exclaimed. I got out of bed and walked over to Zack's bed, and sure enough, Bonnie and Clyde were on his bedside table.

"Bonnie, Clyde, thank goodness you're back!" I whispered excitedly. I picked up Bonnie, while Zack picked up Clyde and we went over to Cody's bed.

"Cody, wake up!" Zack said.

"Are we moving again?" Cody mumbled sleepily, rolling onto his back.

"No! Look who came back, Bonnie and Clyde!" I exclaimed, letting Cody hold Bonnie.

"Oh, thank goodness we found them before the dog party, that would've been a disaster!" Cody said, referring to the party that London was having for her dog, Ivana.

"Yeah, the kind could get a manager fired." Zack said. Realisation hit me and I looked at Zack, who looked at me, before we both looked at Cody.

"Cody, that's a brilliant plan!" I exclaimed.

"Thanks!" Cody said, before confusion crossed his face, "What's my plan again?" He mumbled. Me and Zack both rolled our eyes.

The next day, me and the boys put our plan into action. Zack and Cody went and stole the computer from the office, so they could assign loads of people to new rooms, while I used the phone to book a cat convention. If that won't ruin London's puppy party, I don't know what will.

"Hello?" I said into the phone, making my voice deeper than usual, "Is this the cat lovers society?... Is this the head cat?... Well, you and your entire group have just won a free weekend at The Tipton Hotel... That's right! Bring as many kitties as you'd like." I said. I then hung up and threw my fist into the air, yelling in triumph, "Yeah!"

The next day, the the hotel was packed with new guests and cats, just like we'd planned. Me and the boys met up with Esteban and Muriel, who were also in on the plan.

"Phase one complete." Zack said.

"Phase two: get Moseby here." Cody said. I smirked and got out my cellphone. I dialled Mr. Moseby's number and he answered almost immediately.

"Tipton hote- Moseby residence." Moseby answered.

"Mr. Moseby! It's Lola. You gotta get over here, the place is going crazy, we need you!" I yelled down the phone.

"I'm sure Ilsa can handle it." Moseby replied. I held the phone in front of Esteban, so Moseby could hear him.

"Oh no, the water is up to my neck. Losing...air...fast!" Esteban took a gulp of water and gurgled it, to make it sound like he was drowning.

"There's water in my hotel?" Moseby asked, suddenly interested. I then held the phone in front of Muriel.

"Take your stinkin' paws off me, you dirty ape!" She exclaimed.

"There are apes in my hotel?!" He asked, now alarmed. Next, I held it in front of my brothers.

"Help! There's an angry mob running through the lobby!" Cody yelled.

"Look out!" Zack shouted, as Cody dropped a bag of plates, making them smash.

"The Tipton needs me! I'm coming, Mama!" I heard Moseby say on the other end of the line. I hung up the phone, and me and the boys went back to our suite. We put Bonnie and Clyde in the same cage and took them down to the lobby.

"Onto phase three: Release the rats." I said. Zack and Cody nodded, before they took the other cage and ran to the other side of the lobby. "Bonnie, Clyde, we've gone over the plan," I said, opening the box, "Remember, we're doing this for Moseby." As soon as they had the chance, both rats ran out of the cage and scurried through the lobby. They ran passed the front desk, where the cat lovers were, causing the cats to jump out of their owners arms. Bonnie and Clyde then ran into the cage that Zack and Cody had at the other side of the lobby. The cats went into the room where the dogs were, and a few minutes later, the cats ran back out with a herd of dogs chasing them. The dogs then started running around the lobby, climbing all over the furniture and tearing everything up.

Zack and Cody ran over to me with the rats, as a group of men in suits walked in. They must be the review board.

"For the love of schnitzel!" Ilsa exclaimed in frustration, walking over to the men.

"This may be our best work ever." I said.

"Only if it gets Moseby back." Zack said.

"Ms. Schicklgrubermeiger, I am Martino Guistefester." One of the men said, before pointing to the other to men, "Ambrose Lippencollarmen, Bob Smith."

"Oh, from the Tipton review board." Ilsa said nervously, "Is there any way you could come back, um, not now?" Ivana somehow got out of London's arms, ran towards Ilsa and started gnawing on her shoes. "Get this mangy mutt off of me!" She commanded.

"Stop. Bad dog. No." London said with no emotion, looking at her nails. At that moment, Moseby walked through the revolving door.

"Good gracious! What is going on here?" He yelled.

"Perfect timing!" Zack exclaimed. The dogs started running towards Mr. Moseby and he put his hand out.

"Dogs, halt."

"Wait! Stop! You forgot your doggy bags!" Maddie yelled, following the dogs dressed in what looked like a dog costume.

"Sit." Moseby ordered the dogs, and they did, as did Maddie. "Now, go back to your party, there's nothing to see here." He said. The dogs ran back to the party and Maddie started crawling on her hands and knees, until she realised what she was doing and stood up, walking normally. "Ladies and gentleman, may I have your attention, please?" Moseby called, "All of your complaints will be handled immediately." He started walking towards one of the guests, "Ah, Mr. Takimoto," He then said something in Korean or something, that I didn't understand. Mr. Takimoto smiled and nodded. Mr. Moseby then went over to a woman and said something in another foreign language. He then went over to another guest and said something in another language, and the only word I understood from it was "hairspray".

"Cool!" The guest said, walking away. Me and my brothers looked at each other, impressed at all these languages we never knew Moseby could speak.

"Esteban!" Moseby called, and Esteban was there in a nanosecond.

"Yes, your majesty?"

"I want gift baskets for each of these guests immediately. And some catnip for our feline friends." Moseby ordered.

"Oh, for you, anything." Esteban grinned. He ran to do his job, and passed Ilsa on the way, "And for you, bupkis." He sneered at her.

"Mr. Moseby," One of the review board men said, walking over to Mr. Moseby, "On behalf of The Tipton review board, I must say, I am very impressed."

"Well, thank you, sir." Moseby replied.

"I'll have you know, I had everything under control!" Ilsa spoke up. Ha, yeah right.

"Not from where we stand." The review man said, "I think this review is done. You obviously cannot inspire loyalty in staff and you're certainly not fit to run a hotel."

"This isn't a hotel!" Ilsa protested, "This is a circus! With dogs and cats and rats and clowns and triplets! The only thing missing is a bearded lady... Watch it!" She pointed a stern finger at Moseby, who was dying to say what we were all thinking, "You would have to be out of your mind to work here!" Ilsa said.

"Well, then call me crazy." Moseby replied. I smiled and so did Zack and Cody.

"Mr. Moseby, please continue your fine work here." The review board guy said, shaking Mr. Moseby's hand. He then walked towards Ilsa, "Ms. Schicklgrubermeiger. Your Tipton keys, your nametag, and your pen." He ordered, holding his hand out. When she gave him the pen, she purposely stuck the pointy end in his hand, making him scream in pain.

"No hard feelings?" Moseby asked Ilsa, as the review board people left. Moseby held his hand out, but pulled it away as Ilsa went to shook it, "Psych!" He said. I giggled lightly, earning a glare from Ilsa.

"I'll get you next time, Mr. Moseby. And your little dog, too!" Ilsa exclaimed, looking at Ivana. And with that, she left. We all clapped and cheered as she walked towards the door. "Dut, dut, dut!" She yelled at us, before leaving for good. Norman gave a happy thumbs-up as the door shut behind her.

"Was all of this your doing?" Moseby asked, looking at us.

"It was Zack and Lola!" Cody exclaimed. Gee, thanks, bro.

"We're sorry, Mr. Moseby!" I said.

"So you engineered this mayhem, almost destroying my hotel in the process?" He asked.

"Yes we did." Zack mumbled as we hung our heads in shame.

"Well, I just have one thing to say to you two." Moseby said, "Thank you."

Me and Zack looked up, surprised.

"Our pleasure." We said in unison.

"Hey, hey, I helped destroy the hotel too!" Cody said. I rolled my eyes.

"You know, guys, next week, the health inspector's coming... You ever been to New York?" Moseby asked.

"Throw in Yankees tickets, and we're there!" Zack exclaimed, as the four of us made our way to Ivana's puppy party.