Okay. This is my second fanfic on here. I hope I write this story well! Feel free to give me some tips! *This is in no way related to WolfStorm102's story "A Crazy Cahill Christmas Eve (Ooo…..Alliteration)" on the MB!* This story takes place the summer after the clue hunt ended.
Me: Evan, do the disclaimer.
Evan: Why? I'm not even in this story!
Me: I don't care. Do the disclaimer. Or else…*pulls out a Zac Efron poster and a marker* Hmmm… what should I do first? Draw a mustache…?
Evan: NO! Anything but my Zac Efron poster!
Me: Do the disclaimer!
Evan: amianfreak19 does not own The 39 Clues or Cheez-It slogans. Give me back my Zac Efron poster!*rips the poster out of my hands and hugs it to his chest*
Me: Okay….On with the story!
Oh, gosh, Amy thought. This is going to be a disaster. Why did I ever agree to this?
Amy was sitting in a chair on the brick patio of her large mansion. It was a beautiful summer day in Attleboro, Massachusetts. Fiske said that it was supposed to be a wonderful day. He also said that a reunion would be a great idea.
Bad. Awful. Horrible idea.
All the Cahills from the clue hunt would be gathering at the mansion for a reunion. What could go wrong?
Everything could go wrong. This was the Cahills. All of the clue hunters in one place?
And Amy and Dan had agreed to a reunion, which meant they had agreed to ultimate chaos.
Great. Just great.
This would be the first time the cluehunters had been in one place since the gauntlet. Fiske said that a reunion would be the second step to reuniting the whole Cahill family. But would it actually work?
Sinead pulled up a chair next to Amy.
"Are you excited for the reunion?"
"Of course! I get to see my brothers again!"
Sinead had been living in the guest house for awhile. Her brothers, Ned and Ted, were receiving treatment in an advanced medical facility.
Sinead and Amy had grown close since Sinead had moved in. They told each other almost everything. They had trained together. It was almost as if they were sisters. They even looked alike!
"Are you excited for the reunion, Amy?"
Amy sighed and shook her head.
"No. I can already predict what will happen. Fighting. Screaming. The shooting of dart guns. Why does our family have to be so crazy?"
"I don't know. I guess that's just the way Cahills are."
As Amy and Sinead sat, a limo arrived. It had to be a Cahill, because Fiske sent a limo for each team from the clue hunt. The limo would pick up one team from the airport and arrive at the mansion.
Out came the stunning figures, Ian and Natalie Kabra. They looked like models, as usual.
Both Amy and Sinead stood up and walked over to the Kabras.
"Hello, Ian and Natalie!" Amy said, trying to sound cheerful.
"Hello. One second, peas—I mean, Amy," Natalie said. "NO! Take my luggage first, and then carry Ian's! Understand?"
The driver of the limo gulped and nodded.
"Well? Don't just stand there! Go!"
The driver quickly hurried off with the luggage.
"Now, where was I? Oh, right! I was talking to you, Amy! Wow, I'm glad that you finally got some decent clothing!"
Amy looked down at her clothing. She had tried to find something that Natalie would like.
At that moment, Dan came running out of the mansion and tackled Natalie.
"Quick! Amy! Sinead! I have the Cobra pinned to the ground! Run while you still can!"
Natalie was trying hard to get Dan off her.
"Daniel! Get off me RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"
Amy sighed while Sinead face-palmed.
"Dan, would you please get off Natalie?" Amy asked.
This time, Dan sighed.
"Fine. As long as she stops calling me Daniel!"
Dan stood up. He held a hand to Natalie and helped her get up.
Natalie started to brush herself off.
"Next time you do that, I'll sue! You got dirt on my dress!"
"Suck it up!"
In an attempt to prevent a fight from breaking out, Ian started a conversation.
"So, Amy, how have you been?"
Amy tore her eyes off Natalie and Dan and looked at Ian.
"I've been well, I guess."
"I'm well, too!"
"I didn't ask about you, Starling!"
Sinead backed away.
Just then, a dog in an adjacent yard started attacking the fence, it's large, sharp, and jagged teeth showing each time it growled.
"Calm down, Buffy!" Dan yelled.
"Did you say Buffy?"
Dan's face broke into an evil grin.
"Yes, I did. Our neighbors just got that dog recently and they wanted our help in naming it. Amy and I decided to suggest Buffy, since it's one of our favorite dogs."
Amy and Dan started to laugh. Even Natalie smiled. Ian's face turned red. Sinead was confused.
"Wait, what's so funny about Buffy?"
Dan's grin grew wider.
"Oh, just a dog in Korea that bit Ian in the-"
"That's enough, Daniel!" Ian yelled, in a desperate attempt to stop him from revealing anything about his embarrassing anecdote.
"It's not my fault that you were a doggy chew toy!"
"Ian was a what?" Sinead asked.
"Nothing! I was nothing! I have no idea what he's talking about!"
"Sure you don't, Ian. Sure you don't." Amy said.
Before Ian could respond, another black limo arrived.
Ned stepped out and aided his blind brother in getting out of the car.
"Ned! Ted!" Sinead yelled.
She ran over and gave each a hug.
"How have you guys been? How's the facility?" Sinead asked.
"Great!" Ned and Ted said.
Just then, another limo emerged, and out came Jonah Wizard.
"Yo, yo, yo! What's up, my homies? Guess what? You're looking at the international #1 heartthrob!"
"Him? The international #1 heartthrob?"
"He's what some girls would call 'hot'." Ted said.
Jonah's dad, Broderick Wizard, also came out of the limo, holding a Blackberry.
"And has just had another album reach the top of the charts." Broderick said.
Before anyone could comment, another limo appeared.
Hamilton, Reagan, and Madison came running out.
"Hey, guys!" Hamilton yelled while jogging in place. The Holt twins did the same.
"Hey!" Amy said. "Why are you jogging in place?"
The Holts laughed.
"We just got off a plane and rode in a limo for, like, 15 minutes. Why wouldn't we?" Madison said.
Amy just shrugged.
Then, another limo came. Alistair Oh climbed out, holding his cane.
"Hello, children," Alistair said.
"Hi, Uncle Alistair!" Dan said enthusiastically.
All the Cahills had arrived.
Let the festivities commence.
Yeah, I got that last sentence from the back of a Cheez-It box. LOL!
Don't worry! The story gets better! Don't give up on me just yet! I'm begging you!
JK, JK. I'm not going to beg you!
Question of the chapter: Who celebrated Pi Day yesterday?