Today was just supposed to be a normal day, really, it was. It had snowed three inches yesterday and you intended to stay in doors on your day off, watching a MythBusters marathon, granted the snow didn't knock out your connection. You were sitting under your favorite blanket (the one with pictures of bunnies on it) with your favorite striped fuzzy socks on and your Betty Boop pajamas, searching for the remote. Your other hand reaches for the hot chocolate beside you, albeit missing the mug itself several times in the process. Ah, yes, you were in a very good mood. However, your happy mood would not last long as sudden shouts of distress carry through the from the outside to your bedroom, causing your back to tense and your body to push forward.

"SADIE, HELP!"

"SAVE US!" it takes you less than a second to recognize the first voice to be Lars, however, the second voice catches you by surprises. You leap out of bed, heading straight for your window in an attempt to gain a view of the the cause of the shouts. Outside, Lars, and even more to your surprise, your cousin, Leek, are running for what appears to be their lives, while Steven, Connie, and PeeDee chase them down, a rain of snowballs soaring through the air between the two groups. Onion has tagged along on top Lars' shoulders, holding up a very victorious looking Ranger Guy as they run from battle.

Shaking your head at the display before you, you fling open your bedroom window, calling down to the fleeing 'men', "Hey! What are you doing?" You dust the snow from the window pane, resting your forearms upon the cold panel.

"JUST OPEN THE DOOR!" Lars screams breathlessly in response , nearly slipping on a patch of ice on your walk way during their escape from the bombardment of snow. Shrugging your shoulders in a lackluster manner, you close the window again, apply the lock, and turn to shuffle down the short flight of stairs between your room and the living room, opening the front door, only to almost be trampled by the sudden flood of boys, following by a flurry of snow.

"Hey! No running in the house!" Your mom calls from the kitchen, taking the already planned words from your still mouth, "And don't come in here until you've shaken off all that snow!"

"But auntie, we're under attack!" Leek readjusts his blue plastic glasses on the bridge of his nose, a small portion of a snowball stuck between the glass and his cheek.

"I don't care if we're in full blown snow war, no coming in here until all that snow is shaken off." Your mother leans out of the kitchen, pointing a very accusing wooden spoon at Leek, before returning to whatever food it was she had been making. You are about to open the door in amusement, but the thud of snowballs on the front door prompts you not to follow up on that action and instead usher the boys into the living room, figuring that the carpet would catch most of the rapidly melting snow. All three boys shiver in their spots, Onion even placed Ranger Guy in Lars' hair in an attempt to warm him.

"Now, why are you here?" You point to Leek, deciding that in order to get to the bottom of these shenanigans, you would first need to find out why they were even here in the first place, "And what's going on?" You point to Lars. Both boys immediately shrink back, attempting to get away from the path of your finger, scrambling for an answer.

"Mom has a meeting today." Leek blurts his answer out quickly, even holding his arms up in defense. His left arm shoots out at an angle, pointing accusingly at Lars, "And its all his fault!"

"No it isn't!" Lars smacks the boy's hand away, keeping one hand gripped around Onion's small ankle to keep him from falling from his shoulders. Onion, suddenly interested in the conversation rather than the care of Ranger Guy, gives you a thumbs up, though you aren't entirely sure who it was he was agreeing with.

"You got Onion involved?" You place your hands on the curves of your hips, visibly frustrated in this new bit of information. Both Leek and Lars seems to almost shrink more than they had done when you first began to question them, neither displaying any desire to take responsibility for Onion's involvement in the snowball fight.

Figuring that the continued silence would get you no where, you opt for a different question, "Does Sour Cream know he's gone?" however, a period of continued complete silence confirms your theory, "He asked you to watch him, didn't he?"

The lack of an answer provides you with a clear picture now.

Looks like you wouldn't be watching that marathon like you wanted.

With the boys currently cowering in your home for who knows how long, you were more than likely going to be the one to keep them out of trouble.

"Hey, Lars...what if we got a hose and-" Leek has since shed his jacket, tossing it on to the carpet as he began to devise his next battle plan, smirks growing on the other two males' faces as their eyes light up with the uppermost interest.

Well, today was going to be a long day.

"Now, look, I set up the game cube, just play something for awhile." You were pretty much done with the boys' antics at this point and would have much preferred that they left you alone for the day, but with the pummel of snowballs against the siding of your home, you knew that they would not be leaving the safety of your home anytime soon.

"Which game did you put in?" Leek snatches up a controller, waiting for the screen to finally load.

"Army of War."

"Ah, Sadie, that's lame." Lars picks up another controller, kicking his legs up on the coffee table, despite knowing how much the mere act of any sort of feet on tables bothered you to know end. You would have cast a scowl in the boy's direction, but you were already pretty fed up with what the day had thrown at you already. You're about to turn on your heels to exit the room, figuring the boys will be distracted soon enough, allowing you to return to your marathon. However, you hardly reach the stairs when a sudden shout of your name causes your shoulders to tense in frustation.

"Yo, Sadie, where ya goin'?" Lars calls over to the stairs, leaning over the side of the couch to make eye contact with you.

"I'm going up stairs to watch Mythbusters. Don't bother me." You scowl back at the male, though his sudden change in expression makes you feel slightly bad for it.

"Well...we got an extra controller...if ya wanted to join. I could use a player two." Lars hand finds the back of his neck, but rather or not it was out of embarressment or left over snow, you aren't sure. You think over your options before finally sighing. Maybe spending time outside of your room would be a better way to pass the time...maybe.

You turn back to the stairs, taking them two at a time. Lars has set down the controller, preparing to start the game.

"Wait a second!" You call back down the stairs, having grabbed your blanket off your bed and rushing back down, "I'm playing, too!"