Double Trouble

Double Trouble - Episode One

Hi Guys! 

So, I was re-watching Double  Trouble and the plot-holes were kind of annoying me! (crying laughter emoji face!) 

So, I went back and decided to fill in the plot-holes of each episode... Wish me luck. 

It will mainly be focused on Good Ant and Dec, the Evil Ant and Dec will only feature when they're needed the scene, if that makes sense! 

So, on we go!

XOXO-AXD-XOXO-AXD

Declan Donnelly hummed as he put the finishing touches into his crisp sandwich. Grabbing his merch mug of himself and Ant, he poured hot water onto the green tea teabag, allowing it fuse together as he carried the plate and mug into the living room, ready for a night of trashy tv and coupcious cups of green tea.

Settling down onto the sofa, he tuned into the ITV news, that was just starting.

''In other news, we've received shocking reports of a group of celebrities staging an audacious bank heist. This afternoon, CCTV footage revealed that the robberies ringleaders are TV presenters Antony McPartlin-''

Green tea sprayed from Dec's mouth in shock. Staring at the screen in shock, he felt hot green tea dripping onto his jeans, thanks to his mouth hanging open in shock.

What the fuck?

He knew for a fact they didn't rob any banks! They had played golf and gone for dinner together. They definitely didn't rob banks. But that was definitely himself and Ant frozen on the screen in-front of his eyes.

Scrambling from the sofa, he rushed for his front door, swinging the door open.

Thank god Ant didn't live far.

''You saw it too?!'' Dec spluttered out, as Ant skidded to a stop next to him, having rushed out of the front door that was next door to Dec.

''YES!'' Ant exclaimed, calming down the horror a little in Dec's body. ''Why would he take the sixty four grand when he still had phone a friend and ask the audience?!''

Oh. ''Not that! The news!'' Dec exclaimed, realising Ant had been watching Millionaire on catch up, like he said he was going to do earlier. ''Look...'' he said, pointing over his shoulder into his house. Rushing back inside, he sat back down on the sofa, hearing Ant shut the front door and lock it before entering the living room and sitting down next to him, not an inch of space between them.

''Members of the public are being told not to approach the popular television personalities, as they considered to be highly dangerous.''

Dec was sat with his fingers pressed to his lips, a frown on his face. What the hell was going on? Had he slipped in the shower after golf and banged his head? ''This doesn't make any sense! We'd never do anything like that and yet...'' he trailed off, confusion laced in his voice. ''There we are.'' he dropped his hands to his knees. ''There's no rational explanation.'' he finished, unable to look away from the TV.

''There might be.'' Came Ant's voice from next to him. 'It's possible, possible... I may have had us cloned.'' Dec blinked. What did Ant just say? Slowly turning to face him, he looked at his best friend. ''I did. I had us cloned.'' Ant confirmed Dec's silent question.

Dec squinted his eyes together, struggling to understand why Ant would do such a stupid thing. ''You had us cloned?!'' he exclaimed.

''All the celebrities are doing it!'' Ant defended himself. ''See, the clones go off and do all the work and make money, while you play golf and have fun!''