Chatterbox: Inkwell

Brrring! Brrrrrring! The old-fashioned phone fairly jumped off the table with excitement.

"Hold your horses!" A tall, athletic girl with a long blonde ponytail called, gathering the phone and cord up into her hands. 

"Yellow?" She asked brightly. 

"Tonia? Is that you?" A soft, eerie voice asked. 

"Ye-yeah!" Answered the girl, a bit shakily, "Hold on a second." Then her voice grew muffled to the mysterious caller as she turned her mouth away and yelled: "JARREN! GET DOWN HERE!" To some other personage. 

"Okay, what was that?" The girl asked sweetly, coming back to the phone. 

"There's been a disappearance." 

"A..." stuttered Tonia, "disappearance?" 

"And there will be more than one if you don't listen, you insolent little girl!" Tonia's mouth snapped shut. 

"Now, as I was saying, there has been a disappearance, I won't tell you whom or how or when, but I want you to find the missing agent. I will give you one clue: 'harpshicord.' That is all," continued the voice. 

"What!" Squeeked Tonia, "but that's impossible!" 

"You will not be doing it alone. I have incorporated the help of some very highly respected detectives. They call themselves...The Chatterboxers. Cybers or See-Bee-ers for short. There are more clues than you think there are. You have 2 months. No more, no less. Goodbye." And the line went dead. Tonia clicked through the caller-ID. The last call it reported had been from her brother, Jarren, who had called her house yesterday evening after school. It was as if the mysterious call had never taken place. But it had. 

"J-J-Jarren?" She called shakily, looking around for her big brother.

"Right here," he said, more gently than usual, "I heard everything." Tonia swallowed, then whispered: "You know we can't disobey The Agent." In responce, Jarren nodded seriously. 

"I guess we'd better find these folks that call themselves 'The Chatterboxers.' "

"This...this is impossible though! No information. Absolutely none. Jarren..." Tonia moaned. 

"Stop whining, Sis, this is a life or death situation," her brother responded, clasping her hand in his. And at that wonderful, bonding moment, what appeared to be a pie slammed against their window. And then, exactly 3/4 of a second later, the doorbell rang. The Chatterboxers had arrived. 

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Welcome to the serious/silly world of secret angents and pies. Oops, I meant spies. Impossible missions, poisened cupcakes, crazed villians...it's all part of the job, right? Well, all my esteemed and respected secret agents out there, this one's for you! Join Tonia and Jarren in the SaS of a lifetime! Please sign up, give input, and come along for the ride! I will need everyone who is participating's names by Oct. 21st. One Alter Ego is allowed, as long as they are manifested as a seperate person and not an old-fashioned being inside your head! According to style, everything will be fragmented and veiled in mystery like the bit of writing above until the mystery is solved. Please realize that art is an open sandwich and therefore nothing has to make sense!