11A/N: Hey, guys, in this story, The younger Cahills are having a family reunion. And, I guess you can figure out what happens. This is my first time, hope you like it. Also, I do not own the 39 Clues. [I don't know why people do disclaimers, I mean, we very well wouldn't be writing a fanfiction if we owned the seriess, right?]
Amy Cahill hated her brother; the dweeb couldn't act sensibly for once. She had wanted to make everything nice and ready for the Cahills arriving in the evening, but noo, her dweeb of a brother had to try and bake a cake, spread flour all over the kitchen so that it looked like everything had recently been whitewashed with 3 coats on top of one another, then come trudging in the hall whining about how the cook books invite disasters, run around the house looking for Nellie, all the while screaming his head off and turning Amy nearly deaf. And now, to the courtesy of her dear little brother, she was cleaning up after him while he was still jumping in his blue-turned-white clothes, still spreading flour all around. She asked Nellie to clean up the kitchen. She had given up trying to tell him to stop after the (literally) eleventh time. Agitated, she'd locked him in the bathroom intending not to let him out unless he cleaned up; where he was still creating a ruckus asking her to let him out and shrieking about how she was insulting the ultimate ninja lord. Amy just rolled her eyes and continued her work. Nellie strode over to her and said, "The kitchen's done; Gosh! Your brother is a handful. By the way, where-"
A blood-curling "Aammyy, LET THE NINJA LORD OOUUTT" cut her.
"Oh", was all Nellie said.
Amy sighed. "Nellie, can you and uncle Fiske manage him into these, it's time.", she asked, holding some clean, non-flour-covered clothes, putting on her best 'please' face.
Nellie shrugged and sighed, "Cut the act, kiddo, we have to do it anyway."
Amy smiled gratefully at her, and went to her room to change.
Dan HATED his stupid older sister. True, he had created a bit of tha-, fine, all of that mess. But it wasn't his fault. And if he remembered correctly (which he obviously did), she was the one who had told him to do something productive. He had just tried to bake a harmless cake. He hadn't wanted Nellie breathing down his neck and shouting that he was doing this wrong, or that he had to do that right, so he'd referred a cook book. Huh, you couldn't even rely on those lately; how was he to know that 'one and a half bowl' meant those small cups, not the big bowls which were used to store things. After all he had wanted to make a big cake. Then he had just called for Nellie to help him and his dear older sister had to lock him up. He screamed in outrage, how DARE she lock the ninja master up. And now she set Nellie and uncle Fiske after him to make him wear plain hideous clothes that he hated.
"Dan," uncle Fiske called,"If you don't listen, I'll leave you at Aunt Beatrice's place for the whole reunion."
Dan sighed; he wanted to meet the others, and, even a minute with their great Aunt Beatrice was unbearable, forget two whole days. And uncle Fiske always stuck to his words. He sighed again, in despair, and put on the clothes.
The bell rang, and Amy and Dan Cahill opened the door to welcome (or in Dan's case, prank) their relatives.
A/N: Soo, how was it? Good? Bad? Should I continue? Please read and review.
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