*CHAPTER 3* "We're here!" cried Cathy. "Well, not exactly," her mom said, "we still have to take a half an hour trip to Tulsa. We'll be riding in a limo with the Hanson's." "Who are the Hanson's?" Cathy asked. "They're some new band. Well, actually, not all of the Hansons are in a band. Just the three oldest ones." "Oh," Cathy said, "let's go!" They got their luggage and looked around for tyhe Hansons. "Is that them?" Cathy asked pointing to a big family standing by the airport exit. "Yes," her mom said. "Well, aren't THEY just the picture perfect family," Cathy thought as they approached her. "Hi!" shouted a boy that looked about Cathy's age, "you Cathy, me Zac! Right?" "Right," Cathy said in a surprised voice. "Uhhh, you'll have to excuse him," said another boy who looked about 13 or 14, "he's not, um, well." "Oh, I understand," Cathy whispered. "Mom?" Cathy said, "where's my mom?" "Oh, she went with my parents, your dad, Mackie, Avery, and Jessie," said another boy. "Where do you all you come from?" Cathy said sarcastically, "there's a billion of you!" "So, do you recognize us?" Zac asked, putting on one of his cheesiest smiles. "No," Cathy said causually. "What?!" the 14 year old shouted. They all looked like they were going to faint.
