"Rex! Reggie! Time to eat!" called Mrs. Icha. When the twins weren't in the kitchen five minutes after she called, Frankie feared the worst. She called the siblings again as she climbed the stairs. She opened the door to Reggie's room. She wasn't in there. Mrs. Icha began to worry. She barged into Rex's room and gasped. Her son and daughter were lying face-down in a giant pool of blood...

"Yes, they've finaly gotten themselves killed!" She said giddily. "Now we can finally frame their father and collect the money!" The twins' laughter stopped immediately. Mrs. Icha smiled to herself. "Uh-huh...Yup....Hahaha. Okay, see you then!" she said lovingly to the imaginary person. Then, making sure to make enough noise for the twins to hear, she skipped down the hall into the kitchen and enjoyed her meal.

"What are we gonna do?" asked Reggie frantically.

"I dunno! Why're you askin' me?!" Rex shot back.

"We have to tell Daddy!" Reggie whispered.

"No! We can't! Then Mom will get whoever she was talkin' to to kill us!"

"But- but- Mom wouldn't do that!" she answered uncertainly.

"Yeah, she would! Did you hear her talkin to that guy?" Rex asked fiercely.

Frankie listened to her children argue about what to do. It took all her strength and will-power not to laugh. Then she got another bright, devious idea. Mrs. Icha tip-toed to the front door, opened it, and stepped outside while closing the door behind her quietly. Then she rapped on the hard oak wood, knowing the twins would freeze. She let herself back in, and had a loud conversation with herself.

"Yes, the twins are lying dead in Rex's bedroom, Honey. I told you that already." she paused as if listening to someone reply. Then she laughed.
"Yes, I need you to collect some of my husband's fingerprints from around the house and create a murder weapon with the twin's blood on it. You have to make sure you bash them really hard on the heads to hide the real cause of death, okay?" she asked. She waited for a reply then said, "Yup, come this way. George should've left tons of finger prints in the bedroom."

As she passed Rex's bedroom, she looked in and saw that the window was open, and the fake blood was slightly moved from where it had been. Then she saw that the twins were in different positions, and there were already a few rags tied together, ready to give them a lift down to the backyard. She smiled even wider and shook her head. Then she started her conversation again, going to the laundry room instead of the master bedroom. The stairs from the laundry room door led down to the backyard, which made it easier to get to the clothesline the Icha family used in the summer.

A few minutes later, she saw the twins scurry down the home-made rope and race across the lawn to the gate. Just as Rex was giving Reggie a boost over the fence, Frankie stepped out of the shadows and said, "Hey guys! Goin' some where?"

Rex dropped Reggie, causing her to fall to the ground. Frankie laughed. The twins screamed, turned and started banging on the wooden fence, calling for help. Meanwhile, Mrs. Icha was bent double, watching her kids freak out.

A few minutes passed and Frankie was gasping for breath, but the twins were fighting over who gave the lift to get away. A pair of head lights appeared from the driveway, illuminating Frankie.

"Honey? What's goin on? What's wrong?" he called, running as fast as he could. Rex and Reggie paid no heed to their father when he left his wife to check on his screaming children. After a few minutes of shouting at Rex and Reggie, he gave up and lifted them over his shoulders. On the way back to the house, he jerked his head in the direction he was going. Frankie was still giggling.

George sighed. "You can play the cruelest pranks, Sweet-heart..."

"You're so mean!" shouted Reggie.

"Yeah!" Rex agreed.

"Hey, it wasn't me who was lying in a giant puddle of fake blood. You pretty much scared the crap outta me, too!" replied Mrs. Icha indignantly. Rex and Reggie crossed their arms and glared at the floor.

"It was Dad's idea." Rex muttered.

"What?" exclaimed Frankie. Her right eye began to twitch the way it did when she was about to lose her temper. "GEORGE!!!" she exploded. There was a scurry of feet upstairs and the slam of the laundry room door. A few seconds later, they heard the car start up in the garage. Then they heard the squeal of the tires as he took off, probably fearing that she was going to run after him and rip the roof off of the car to get to him. It was possible.

Frankie got up off the couch and went to barricade the door so he couldn't get back in, even if he used a key. The twins waited for their mother to finish before saying, "Mom, we gotta go to school."

"But- I just-You- Grrrrrrrrrr...." she growled. Then she went about un-barricading the door to let her evil spawns out for school. She muttered something un-intelligible and pushed them out the door before they could say anything else.

Rex and Reggie looked at each other, then back to the door. "Wonder when she's gonna realize it's Saturday..." they said in unision.

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"Hey Reg! Watch this!" called Rex from the tree. Reggie opened her eyes in time to see her brother jump out of the tree, but unfortunately, he landed in shallow water. He howled in pain. Reggie rolled her eyes.

"You know, Rex, normal people check to make sure the water is deep enough before they jump out of a tree." she said when he swam over.

He grinned. "Then I guess I'm not normal!" he said as he lowered himself under the water. He stopped when only his eyes and over were above the water.

"Did you just admit that?" asked Reggie incredulously. Rex jumped up out of the water and spit a stream of water at his sister's face. She dodged it quickly, then punched him in the stomach. To her surprise, he jumped completely out of the water, landind on his feet back into the water. No, not into the water. Onto the water. Rex stared down at his feet, completely off guard. Then he looked at Reggie, and cried out.

"Reggie! Your face! You've turned into a hideous monster!" he cried squeezing his eyes shut and turning away. Then he opened them and took another long look at her while she fingered her face, trying to figure out what he meant. "Oh, wait..." Rex said. "It always looked like that!"

Reggie gasped. "Ah! You big, fat jerk!" she shouted splashing him. He laughed and jumped toward the shore. He stopped short when he landed on the rocky surface and fell on his butt. This time it was Reggie's turn to laugh. By now, they hardly even thought about the amazing abilities they were just now experiencing.

"Race ya home!" said Rex as he took off toward the house, his wet boxers flinging water. Reggie growled. Then she climbed out of the water so she was standing on top of it as Rex had been. Then she ran at an inhuman speed, the water making ocean-sized waves as she easily beat Rex in 7 seconds.

Reggie went to dry her hair and was surprised to find it dry. "What the?" she thought. The front door slammed open.

"Yes! I totally beat Reg! Ha!" cried Rex. Reggie rolled her eyes.

"Uh, no. You didn't." she sighed. Rex froze, his fists still up in the air.

"But- You- Wha- Huh?!" he stammered.

"Duh! Those weird, freaky powers we got down at the lake! There must've been something in the water." she said. Then she crinkled her nose. "Ugh... Now go take a shower. You stink." she pushed past him into the kitchen.

"Reggie? Rex? Are you guys home?" called Frankie. Rex walked in.

"Yup! Where're you at, Mom?" he replied.

"I am in the dishwasher!" Rex and Reggie looked at each other. They looked at the dishwasher and saw their mother's butt staring at them. The twins burst out laughing.

"What are you doing in the dishwasher?!" they screamed hysterically. There was a pause.

"I got stuck..."

"What? How do you get stuck in a dishwasher?" asked Reggie.

"Well... I dropped a fork and when I reached in to get it, my hair got caught in this twisty thingy..." said Frankie.

"You mean the spinner?" asked Rex, squatting down to see if he could get a glimpse of this hilarious moment. Get the camera! he mouthed to his little sister. Reggie smiled and jogged off for their mother's camera. They both snickered.

"Yeah, that. Now would you guys help me? The blood is rushing to my head!" she called again. Reggie got back with the camera, grinning deviously. She raised the camera to her face and took the picture.

"Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Did you two just take a picture of me? Hey! I'm talkin to you!" she cried as the flash went off. Rex and Reggie laughed and took off.

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"Hey, lookit this one. 'Lol, ur mom in the dishwasher pic is soooo funny! I almost cried cuz i was laughin so hard!' Oh my gosh! It was such a good idea I took that picture!" said Reggie after they posted it on the internet. Rex grinned but said nothing. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

"Kids? Could ya'll get that?" called Frankie. "I'm still stuck in the dishwasher, thank you very much!" The twins giggled again. They rushed for the door, struggling against each other to be the one to open the door. Niether succeeded.

The door flew open, knocking the twins against the wall. "Ouch!" they cried.

"Whoops!" cried a voice. "Sorry about that. The door was jammed or something."

"Dad!" cried the twins as they rushed into George's arms. He chuckled as he lifted them, one in each arm, back to the kitchen.

"Frankie! What in the world are you doing in the dishwasher?" George cried.

"Okay, don't laugh... My hair is stuck in the twirly thing in the bottom of the diswasher." she explained.

"Spinner." Rex corrected.

"Yeah, that." she said. George stifled a laugh.

"You took a picture, right?" he whispered to Rex. Rex held up the glossy photo. "Excellent. Now let's help the poor woman out."