A/N: Hello, fellow readers! Now that I have completed my first two stories, I just wanted to take the time to thank you all for supporting my continued stories. This thing here you're about to read is my second story in the Father Fowl series that I intend to write! But, before we begin, little Beckett has something to say!

Beckett: I bit Myles!

Myles strides in with an icepack on his arm

Myles: my god, you pull my hair, and now you have the audacity to actually sink your teeth into my arm! I was simply attempting to teach you how to dress properly!

Beckett (whispering): He's a simple-toon, Kristen. Don't listen to him.

Artemis strides in and scoops up the twins, grunting with the effort.

Artemis II: Up we go! Let's listen to her story! IN the meantime, I wanted to let you two play with dad while I went and took care of some schoolwork.

Myles: Please don't tell me that you will hack into her files.

Artemis sweats and tightens his tie.

Artemis: your presumptions are positively preposterous.

Me: XD OK, let's start the second story now!

Artemis creeps out of the room silently, and I think I know what's going to happen to my home computer, but what about now? I'm on a school laptop, of course! Hahaha! It's so fun to pretend to do work!

Artemis Fowl the first watched his three sons rough housing outside. Beckett was pinning Myles down, and Artemis was tickling him pink. The summer was ending, and school would start for all three soon. But in this hot month of August, the boys couldn't care less about schoolwork. They were being kids again, and that is what their father and mother truly wanted.

He sipped his iced tea and looked over his e-mails before Angeline snaked her arms around his shoulders.

"Hey, you," She whispered, "the boys are out playing. Wanna have a little fun?"

At this suggestion, Fowl Senior chuckled.

"That's quite a thought, my love."

But before any kind of folly could commence, a ringing came from the door at the main entrance. After a few moments of silence, a social worker was invited into the house. A mild look of confusion crossed Mrs. Fowl's face as a large binder was placed on the kitchen table and the social worker sat down.

"May I offer you some tea, sir?" Mr. Fowl asked, still confused.

The social worker indicated a name tag and gave Mr. Fowl a card. He flipped it over and read the name John Silvernail. It was not long before Mr. Fowl had connected the dots. He knew that the only thing that warrented such a visit was a report of abuse, which was, of course, kept confidential. He would never know the person who had reported him to Health and Human Services. The social worker pushed his glasses up on his nose and looked to the worried couple.

In the meantime, Artemis II had his head thrown back in the dry, scratchy summer grass blades, wailing with laughter. Two little devils had their fingers dug into his sides, and he thrashed from side to side to no avail. The little demons had their grip, and they weren't intent on letting go. Artemis had no idea what was inside of the cool dark manor; he only knew what his brothers were pulling on him.

"Myles, aaahhh! Beckett! Stop this instant! I-hahaha! I warn-ah! You!"

"What're you gonna do about it, simple-toon?" Beckett screeched.

Myles, suddenly afraid that Artemis would be able to wrestle them off, ran away. Beckett was quick to chase him, and Artemis got off of the ground to chase his brothers into the shaded wood. The trees fanned out their green leaves to protect their heads from the oppressing August sun. The scent of pinecones, mulch, dirt, and flowers blurred in Artemis's mind, confounding his senses. He was in a haze, of sorts, as the twins evaded him by splitting. He absolutely hated it when this happened-now there was twice the problem.

But he loved it anyway. He knew that when the twins had run their fill, they would inevitably come tumbling back to his side, and a new game would commence. Perhaps a round of splashing in the stream? Indeed, the twins had it in mind this time. The brothers rushed towards Artemis, slightly wet from their own splashing. They tugged at his protesting arms and giggled like madmen.

"Oh, you little devils, you lead me to my demise! Water melts the great Artemis Fowl Junior! Father will not be pleased should his firstborn son be kidnapped by you two!"

"Arty's gonna get soaked!" Beckett squealed, tugging him further into the woods. The dreaded creek water awaited him, icy and ready to relieve his sweats and start chills.

Beckett was the first to scoop water up in his hands and splash it like paint across Artemis's shirt. He collapsed to his knees, feigning injury. He writhed as though boiling water had been dumped upon him as the twins did a successful job soaking him to the bone.

"No-o-o-o-o!" Artemis wailed, laughing as he did so. The twins finally stopped their soak fest and turned on each other, wrestling in the spring and not caring what might happen later.

After half an hour of chasing the tumbling twins back up to the house, Artemis decided that it was time to give them a bath. Before he did this, he decided to give them a home school lesson. He took their hands and offered them a hot bubble bath, to which neither of them objected terribly.

"Now, Myles, you are a scientist! Tell me what lives in the waters that we are soaked in now."

"You see, Artemis, the microorganisms that thrive in the water can pose a potentially malicious threat to our bodies. Should they be ingested, they can reproduce within us and cause multiple conditions in the digestive tract. On rare occasion, they are fatal and may require hospitalization."

"Ever the genius, Myles! But did you know that bacteria actually live within our digestive tracts? They help us digest..."

Beckett couldn't care less about the lesson Artemis was attempting to teach. He gazed out on the plains of the manor and felt content and peaceful. He truly loved this home and wanted to stay this age forever, so that he may continue to explore the endless forest and trails. However, he was about to get a nasty shock, just as his parents had.

In the cool manor, Mr. and Mrs. Fowl had just signed papers giving up their rights of custody. They were suspected of criminal activity, and Artemis Fowl Senior, for the second time in the past three years, felt a deep sense of shame for his criminal past. Now that it had been exposed to the state, he would be ruined. His children were obviously 'not suit to be parents' if the father was a notorious Criminal Empire head.

As Artemis II entered the cool shade of the manor, the sight before him sent a bolt of shock through his body. Father was shaking his head, putting it in his hands. Mother was starting to sob. A stern man in a suit with glasses glared at his father. The man had a binder and a pen, and signaled for Artemis to sit down with the twins.

"You have been deemed victims of child abuse. We must promptly remove you from this environment. I am Mr. Silvernail. Now, if you will, sit down and we will discuss the charges."

A/N: OK, that starts my twisted story! This will be one of those starts out as an angst and ends well stories. Don't like, don't read! But, if you do choose to read, then thank you! Please leave some comments: Those are always good for my writing.