JONAS/JONAS LA

Home Not Alone :

"Ok we've got guitar shaped pancakes for Kevin,Crunchy Cat cereal for Nick and peanut butter with eggs for Joe." Says Mrs Lucas.

"Mom,a little too much tree in my eggs." Says Joe.
"And I like my dish water a little less soapy." Says Nick.
"I love the underwear that came with my pancakes,it's a great source of fibre." Says Kevin.
"Oh i am so sorry,I think I'm trying to do too many things at once,it's been really hectic since the baby was born." Says Mrs Lucas.
"Baby?" Says Kevin.
"Mom,I'm 8 and a half." Says Frankie.
"Guys,I think it's time." Says Kevin.
"Time for what?" Asked Mrs Lucas.
"Mom,Dad,you both seem a little stressed so we got you a present,an exclusive resort vacation." Says Nick.
"We were gonna wait for your anniversary but you guys look like you could use our present right now." Says Joe.
"Plus we couldn't remember when your anniversary was." Says Kevin.
"That too." Says Nick.
"Guys that is so sweet,thank you but I can't possibly leave you alone." Says Mrs Lucas.
"Are you sure,hon,look." Says Mr Lucas.
"How many times can you really enjoy a sunset balloon ride over hand raked Pristine beaches whilst eating exotic delicacies?,hmm." Says Mrs Lucas.
"Dad you're gonna love it." Says Kevin.
"No,no,no,no,I couldn't possibly leave,who would take care of all this, the band business,I'm the grease that keeps the Jonas machine running smoothly." Says Mr Lucas.
"Dad I think we can get by without your grease for a week." Says Nick.
"I don't know,I've never left the band business in anyone else's hands before." Says Mr Lucas.
"They give you massages whilst you float in a lagoon,get up." Says Mrs Lucas.
"I'll send you a postcard." Says Mr Lucas.
Kevin,Joe and Nick high five each other.

"Bye,Oh thank you so much." Says Mrs Lucas.
"Come here." Says Mr Lucas.
They all hug.
"Okay,boys,now remember,no monkey business." Says Mrs Lucas.
"Mom,where would we even get a monkey?" Asked Nick.
"Let alone,one with a head for business." Says Joe.
"Hello monkey land,I'm gonna have to call you back." Says Kevin,on the phone.
"Alright,look,I've compiled a list here to help you guys define monkey business,let's call this Daddy's big list of don'ts." Says Mr Lucas.
"Come on,it's time to leave all your parenting worries behind." Says Mrs Lucas.
"Well,just watch the junk food alright,don't fry your eyes playing video games." Says Mr Lucas.
"Tom!,dolphins are patiently waiting to swim with us." Shouts Mrs Lucas.
They walk outside.

"Ye-." Says Joe.
"Wait for it." Says Nick.
"You know,don't let any strange people into the house okay and stay away from my pine cone collection,pretty much anything else that is breakable and leave the computer on so we can video chat whilst we're gone and make sure that- ." Says Mr Lucas.
"Sorry chief,time to have some fun." Says Big Man.
Mr Lucas walks out the door.
"This man needs a vacation,lock the doors,quick." Says Big Man.

"Alright,now you're good." Says Nick.
"Yessss,yesss,yesss,yesss,yessss,yesss,yesss,come on,yesss." Says Joe.

*At School*

Stella's POV :

As I was walking around the hallway I notice a trail of things on the floor,so I follow the trail which lead me to Macy's locker.
"Hey Macy,what are you doing?,besides making the hallway unsafe for others." I ask.
"I have a Jonas fan club meeting in half an hour and I have run out of Jonas-abilia." Macy says.
"Jonas-a-what-ia?" I ask.
"Jonas-abilia,something that the guys have touched or used or worn or anything,i always bring in something new for my Jonas heads but I am down to my last Kevin sandwich crust,which they have already seen three weeks ago." She says.
"Well I can get you some free Jonas-abilia,as long as I never have to say that word again." I say.
"But you hate all that Jonas fan stuff." Macy says.
"Yeah I know,but you're a friend in need and besides,I mean I make their clothes,I'm part of the fabric of their lives,you get it?" I say.
"Yes,would you like a sympathy chuckle or a pity snort?" Macy asks.
"Maybe like a combo?" I say.
"Could you bring a sock?,I mean they would go crazy over a sock especially if it still smelled like them." Macy asks.
"Ew gross." I say.
"Well maybe just a shirt?" She asks.
"Much better." I say.
"But don't wash it." She says.
"And we're back to gross." I say.