For Artemis, morning had lost all tranquility. In fact, not only had tranquility disappeared; it had been replaced by chaos. Myles had decided that he was too tired to work on his ‘project’, which meant another night of sleeplessness and fire hazards.
Of course, there was a fair amount of grumbling over breakfast. Nobody was in a good mood, except for Mrs. And Mr. Fowl, who slept in the other side of the house.
Perhaps that wasn’t the only reason; Mrs. Fowl had an announcement to make.
“Artemis, we’re leaving you in charge for a few days.”
Artemis looked up from his pancakes. “What for?”
“Your mother and I are taking a short break, and we thought we’d go to the Bahamas.” It was Artemis Senior who spoke this time. “We will only be gone for a week.”
“Without us?” Beckett asked.
“Er… yes,” Mr. Fowl replied. He was not expecting that.
“Holly can help too, of course,” Angeline put in, as if reading Artemis’s mind. “Because she’s here,” she added quickly.
“Of course,” agreed Artemis. “But, don’t you think it might be rude?”
“Of course not!” Artemis’s mother exclaimed. “She spends so much time here, she might as well have moved in!” But you could tell by the look on her face that he was right.
Of course, it was then that Holly came down to breakfast. “Huh, what?!” she glanced nervously at Artemis. His stone expression told all. “One week.”
“What?! I am so– I mean, er, I think it will be fun.” Holly blushed.
“Oh, and by the way; Myles, Beckett, I now you love those toy cars with sound effects, but try not to play with them after bedtime. They’ve been keeping me awake.” Artemis looked at the twins with an expression that belonged on the face of a cat who had reccently eaten the fattest rat.
Holly frowned. One week. Two kids. Darvit!