FANCY *•.' 𝐅𝐍𝐀𝐅 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄.

𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞

"Glad to see the house is still standing."

Mike said as his little sister ran up to him. "Can I come with you to work tonight?" "No." Mike didn't hesitate. He looked to Fancy.

"Hi." He said softly. "Thanks again for watching her, like I said, I'll pay you... eventually." "Mike it's fine." "Well if there's anything I can-" "Actually there is." Mike raised a brow at her, he wasn't expecting her to respond so fast or urgently. "You have a VHS player at work right?" mike nodded. "Yeah why." "Can I use it?" Mike sighed. "Yeah... yeah I guess so." he replied.

"Why does she get to go to work with you?" Abby complained with a frown. "Because... because she's weird and I have to keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn't commit some kind of felony." Fancy giggled. "I have to get ready for work anyways." "Oh Mike, there's still some Alfredo left over from dinner if you want some." "Alfredo? What happened to Stouffers?" "If you thought I was going to feed that garbage to your sister then you're actually crazier than I am." "Garbage?" "I made Alfredo. It was easy and I cleaned up. So you have nothing to worry about, and your sister ate something healthier than flash frozen lasagna." "Okay fine whatever."

Mike walked off to go find his sister who had run into her room with his vest for work. "Abby- no don't take that!" He shouted as he sped his walk into a run. "Abby-" Fancy could hear him from the living room, their banter heartwarming.

"Abby why are your polly pockets in your lizard tank?" "Fancy and I put them in there because they committed tax fraud." "You- you what?" He sighed. Fancy giggled from the livingroom, overhearing their exchange. "Do you even know what that is?" "Sure, Fancy told me. It's when you don't give the government the money they want. Do you think we can tell the police that aunt Jane does that? That way we don't have to worry about her anymore?" Mike sighed again. He pulled his vest out of her hands.

"No, Abby, we cannot accuse your aunt of committing tax fraud." "Hey!" She cried. "I want the vest!" He walked out of her room. "Did you really teach my little sister about tax fraud?" He asked Fancy who was holing in a laugh. "Maybe." She replied. Mike Rolled his eyes. "Look, Max is here and I'm running late." He checked his watch. "Come on, Fancy Drew." "Did you just-" "I did. Now let's go."

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"So what did you need this VHS player for exactly?" Mike asked, the two of them entering that same familiar office, this time together at the same time.