"We're leaving in two hours, Ike. Two hours!" his mom yelled from the kitchen as he and Taylor swept through the door.

"Okay, Mom! We'll be home in time." Isaac fumbled to unlock his Dad's car as Taylor jumped in the front seat. The two heard the front door slam and saw Zac standing solemnly and tapping his foot.

"And where do you two think you are going without me?"

"Nowhere Zac."

"Sure, yeah. I'm coming too."

"Fine. Then hurry and get in." Ike watched as his little brother hurriedly hopped into the back seat.

"Where are we going?"

"We are going to stop the insanity," Taylor replied.

"What?"

"We're paying Ginger a little visit," Ike said as he backed the car out of the driveway.

"Oh," Zac giggled. "This is going to be fun."

"Isaac. Isaac Hanson. I'm a friend of Ginger's." Ike repeated his name for the fifth time into the intercom in front of the gates at Ginger's house.

"I am sorry mister, but she says she doesn't know anybody by that name."

"But I know she does. If you... could you just put her on?"

"No, sir, she is indisposed right now."

"Indisposed?" Isaac mumbled.

"That girl is a complete freak!" Taylor commented. "If she thinks she's getting a surprise party now she is surely mistaken.

"She is NOT getting a surprise party, Tay." Ike yelled back.

"Hey, I'm not the enemy man... remember the enemy." Taylor waved his hands up in defeat.

Ike turned back to the intercom. "Look, lady... I am a friend of Ginger's. We went out recently. I talked to her on the phone just a couple of days ago."

"Sir, if you don't mind leaving before I call the police. I will... I will call... "

"Forget it. Alright, I'm leaving." Taylor couldn't know for sure, but he swore he saw Ike curse under his breath -- something he rarely did.

"She was a dork anyway, Ike." Zac tried to reassure him.

"I guess that solves the mystery... I guess she really did stab me in the back."

"You? She stabbed all of us in the back. Don't forget who's name is being dragged through the mud, Ike."

"I know." Isaac tried to calm himself down. "It's just... I really liked her. I mean, I liked her sometimes. She was great sometimes."

"You just don't know who to trust. She might have been paid... or maybe her mom made her do it... or maybe she was a friend of that reporter who's accusing me."

"Whatever. All I know is that I feel so... used."

"Yeah." Taylor leaned back in his seat. "Really used."

"Why don't we just go and see that Bobo guy?" Zac asked innocently.

Taylor sat up. "Are you nuts? He's the one that's trying to ruin me."

"Don't be overdramatic, Tay," Zac shot back. "I doubt he cares enough about you to specifically try to ruin you. I just think he wants a bit of money."

"You know, Zac may be right, Tay. We could just talk to him. Maybe he'll calm down and listen. He might even drop the whole thing."

"I doubt that," Taylor mumbled.

"It's worth a try." Zac leaned forward in his seat and patted Taylor on the shoulder. "Taylor, don't you want this to end? So much good stuff is happening today... maybe it's a sign."

"I don't believe in signs."

"Well, I do and I think that when your luck is going good you take advantage of it. I say we go now."

Taylor sighed. "Fine. Where does he live?"

"200 Centre Street apt. #21B." Zac answered. Taylor just stared back at him. "What? I've been doing my research. People really shouldn't underestimate me."

"I guess not," Isaac chuckled. "Good job, Zac."

"Here, I think," Ike said as they pulled into a parking stall at the Rogers Apartment Complex.

"Geez, nice digs," Taylor commented. "How much do you think this guy gets paid?"

"A lot I guess."

Zac rushed up to apartment #21B and rang the doorbell.

"Calm down, Zac. Who knows? This guy may think you're wild and dangerous because your on a sugar rush."

The three stood in front of the door waiting for any signs of life inside. When the hall light flickered on Taylor jumped back. He wasn't sure how this guy was going to react their presence. The lock unlatched and the door slowly opened. Standing in front of them was the very man they had seen a few weeks back at Ruth's Chris Steakhouse -- the man that was now causing so much trouble for the family.

"What in the world do you want?" he gruffly said. He was wearing a thin white t-shirt, his belly hanging out, and boxers. It was a sight that none of the guys wanted to witness.

Isaac spoke up, feeling the need to protect his younger brothers from any possibly wrath this guy was about to let upon them. "We need to speak with you Mr. Bobo." Saying the man's name outloud seemed almost comical.

"About what?"

"Well, about what is being said in the press about us -- stuff that's being said by you."

"I didn't say anything about you... I said something about him." Mr. Bobo pointed at Taylor.

"That's what we've come to discuss."

"I'll only discuss it with him." Once again Mr. Bobo pointed at Taylor.

"We really think it best that..."

"I don't care what you think. The problem is between me and him. I doesn't concern you." With every sentence Mr. Bobo seemed to grow more irritated.

"Fine. Ike, I'll go inside and speak with him," Taylor finally said.

"Tay, are you sure that..."

"Ike, I said I'll go." Apprehensively, Taylor stepped inside the apartment. Before Mr. Bobo could shut the door Zac block it with his hand.

"You touch my brother and I swear I will..."

"What?" Mr. Bobo laughed. He pushed Zac away from the door and slammed it.

Taylor walked through a dark hallway. The whole apartment was dark. No wonder this man was so grumpy; he was living in a black hole.

"Didn't pay your electric bill?" Taylor quietly asked.

"Huh? What is that supposed to mean?" Mr. Bobo said from behind him.

"Nothing."

"There... on the couch." Mr. Bobo grunted and pointed towards the grey couch sitting ackwardly in the middle of the room. There was a small TV about two feet away from it. Across the room was a small refrigerator. For a fancy apartment building, the decorator sure had no taste. Taylor sat down, first making sure that the couch was clean. Mr. Bobo must have seen the disgusted look on his face. "What? You don't like my apartment?"

"Oh, no... I mean yeah. It's a nice place." He forced a smile. "Just could use a maid," he muttered under his breath.

"So you wanna talk, huh?" Mr. Bobo leaned back in a lounge chair set up by the refrigerator. He grabbed a soda out of the fridge. "Want one?"

"Um... no." For some reason he had expected a man like Bobo to be chugging down beers.

"You wanna settle or something?"

"Settle? Doesn't there have to be a lawsuit before we can settle?"

"Not necessarily. Sometimes people settle in order to avoid a lawsuit... if you get my drift."

"I don't think I understand." But Taylor did understand, he was just trying to play hardball. Mr. Bobo wanted Taylor to pay him in order for Bobo to stop telling lies about Tay.

"I know you understand, child." Bobo slyly grinned.

"I never hit you. I never assaulted you. You were snapping pictures of us and all I did was ask you to stop. Is that so terrible? Then you went on the attack... and I have witnesses that will testify to that."

"Who are they going to believe? A repected reporter or snot-nosed kids?"

A swell of anger rose up inside of Taylor. He was not going to let this guy bully him around. If there was one thing he learned from the past year it was that you have to take charge of your own life or others will step all over you. "No deal."

"Okay. Then I guess you will be hearing from my lawyer."

"You're lawyer? We figured out how you knew we were going to be at that restaurant that night."

"Oh, you did, did ya?"

"Ginger."

"She's a sweet girl... a little strange at times, but that's her dad's fault. He's a big nutcase. Weird guy -- she took after him. I'm an old friend of the family. In her defense, though, she didn't tell me she was going out with your brother. Her mom mentioned it to me in passing. Funny how things work out, huh? It's a shame she didn't tell you that she knew me. I guess I just got lucky."

"So you set the whole thing up?"

"Go home, kid. Tell your dad to call his attorney."

"You set us up? You just want money."

"Ooooh, smart. Look, I'm not a horrible guy."

Taylor rolled his eyes. "Really? Well, you sure have a great way of bringing that part of yourself out."

"I don't have anything against you personally, okay. It's just that sometimes we all don't get what we deserve, and I think that has got to change. I deserve a better life... and you deserve..."

"What?"

"You deserve less than what you get."

"And who are you to make that decision?" Taylor couldn't believe the audacity of this man. "I didn't hit you."

"No kidding. You hit me? Geez, what are you? 100 pounds?"

"I didn't hit you!" Taylor pressed.

"What's wrong with you kid?"

"I didn't hit you!!" he yelled.

"No, kid! You didn't hit me!" Bobo yelled back. "But that was never the point."

"I think it was." Taylor stood up and headed for the door. "Thank you for your time Mr. Bobo."

"Where do you think you are going?" Bobo followed him into the hall.

"Tomorrow's paper. You will print a retraction. You will say that you were lieing and that I never assaulted you."

"What? Are you nuts?"

"Nope. Smart." Taylor opened the door and stood by his brothers who both looked panicked. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small tape recorder that he usually uses to record song ideas. He rewound the tape a bit and played the tape.

"No, kid! You didn't hit me!"

Mr. Bobo stood there stunned.

"This will go directly to the police if I don't see that retraction tomorrow. You got that?" Taylor felt suddenly empowered, as if he were some hero in an action movie who just killed his evil nemesis. "Goodbye, Mr. Bobo. Oh, and don't call me 'kid.'"

Zac laughed and pointed at the man. "Gotcha! He he he."

When the three pulled up to their house they saw their father and mother piling the other three children into the van. "Just in time," Ike said.

"Taylor, Dad has got to know what happened. That was just too cool." Zac jumped out of the car.

"No. Are you kidding? Dad would freak if he found out we went over there."

"He's right, Zac," Ike added.

"Aw, man. But that was so cool."

"Just be glad it's over."

"Well it's about time," their mother yelled. "We were gonna leave without you."

"Hey, I missed her birth... I'm not gonna miss her homecoming too." Taylor hopped into the back of the van.

"Wait, wait for me to turn the video camera on." Walker pointed the camera at mother and baby as they walked into the house. "And here is Zoe Hanson, age 4 days old, with her mommy Diana." Diana smiled at the camera. "And there is big brother Isaac." Isaac waved. "And Tay... Tay look at the camera." Tay looked up from the baby which he had been staring at since she had been taken from the hospital. "Of course there is Zac."

"Hi peoples!" Zac yelled.

"And big sisters Jessica. Say hi to the camera Jessie." Jessie mumbled a hi and continued to watch Zoe. "And Avery."

"Daddy, do you think Zoe will fit into my doll's clothes?"

"I don't think I would try sweetheart."

"Shucks."

"And finally big brother Mackie!" Mackenzie waved furiously at the camera.

"Okay, and there is me too... " Walker turned the camera around and pointed it at his face. "Hi."

"This is so cool," Zac commented. "What do we do with her?"

"I think she needs a nap." Diana layed the baby in her crib inside their room. They all stared at the newborn as if expecting her to do something magical.

"Hi," Mackie waved at the child.

They stood and watched. Zac sighed. Suddenly an oder started to waft up from the crib. Isaac and Taylor looked at each other. "Boy... look at the time... I think we better get to work guys... " Ike commented.

"Ew! What's that smell?!" Avery exclaimed.

"Yeah, Ike... don't we have to work on the... 'Weird' video... yeah... we gotta jot down some ideas for that."

"Sounds good to me, Tay," Zac said as the three raced out of the room.

"Um... I wanna help too," Jessica quickly followed them.

"My nose hurts from that smell, Mommy!" Avery once again exclaimed. "I gotta leave!"

"Play with me!" Mackie yelled after her.

"Well... what can you do?" Diana said as she picked up a clean diaper. "She is just so precious."

"Yeah." Walker put his arm around his wife.