Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Joe groaned. "How are we going to get through school like this?" he asked Frank. "I mean, the day has barely started, and I've already got your girlfriend steamed at you, and mine as well...well, technically, she thinks she's mad at you, but..." he shook his head. "Wow. I'm confused."

Frank grimaced. "As am I." He frowned. "Joe, what are we going to do? This isn't normal!"

"Sure it is, we're the ones out of the ordinary!" Joe quipped. Frank glared at him.

"Jokes are not what we need right now. We need answers."

"C'mon, Frank, maybe there's no explination for this. Maybe it just...happened."

"Joe!" Frank said, exasperated. "Things like this don't 'just happen'. In fact, they don't happen at all."

"Quite taken," said Joe, staring at his brother, serious look on his face. "But how do you explain my dark, georgeous hair and sweet little puppy dog eyes? Or your stunning golden locks and smashing sapphire eyes? And your newly aqquired muscles, the equal to a pro-wrestler? And your--"

Frank cut him off, smiling a bit. "Okay, okay. I guess I have to admit. It happened. We're...in one another's bodies...unless we're dreaming."

"Fra-ank! We've already ruled out that possibility."

"I guess. I just don't see--"

"FRANK! JOE!" came Laura Hardy's voice from downstairs. "HURRY AND EAT OR YOU'LL BE LATE!"

Grimacing, Joe said, "Well, big bro..." he then paused, grinned, and said, "or more accurately, little bro, I guess we'll just have to chance it and go to school today. Then I suggest we keep working on the Hobs case. Maybe go back to the restraunt...while we're there, maybe we can question that old lady who gave us the cookie..."

"Joe! This has nothing to do with those dumb cookies!"

"Suit yourself," said Joe easily, sauntering out the door toward the stairs, "but a good detective considers everything a possibility."

"And since when did you start thinking things through instead of rushing head-on into danger?"

Grinning, Joe turned to face his brother. "When I started being you, of course, li'l bro." Then he ran downstairs, his brother only steps behind him.

Joe wrinkled Frank's nose. "Mom," he complained, staring at his breakfast of pancakes, scrambled eggs, grits, and gravy, "I can't eat this."

Laura looked up from her own meal and asked, "Why not, Frank, honey?"

"The food's touching. It can't touch."

"Why not?"

"Because, it's gross. And," he continued, "you know I like my eggs sunny-side-up."

"I thought Joe liked his that way."

The latter was about to argue when he got a sharp look from Frank. "Umm...yeah," Joe said slowly. "He does...I just decided I'd try to be more like him, because he's so cool. He's my role model."

As Frank made a face at him from across the table, Fenton looked up from his newspaper and asked, "Funny, shouldn't it be the other way around?"

"Yes...you boys are acting very strange today," Laura commented. "Is anything wrong? Joe, are you feeling any ill effects from your ordeal?"

"No, I'm fine," Joe answered before he could stop himself. "I mean," he corrected himself quickly, "He's fine."

"Yeah," Frank agreed. "I feel great. Wonderful. Never better." Boy, is that a lie!

"Are you sure...? This doesn't have anything to do withCallie, now does it?" she asked, casting a meaningful look at Joe.

"No, of course not. I told you, it was a play."

"Uh huh."

"Well," said Frank, realizing that his mother wasn't buying it, "let's head out, J--er, Frank. We don't want to be late for school."

And with that, the two grabbed their bags and shot out of the door. Laura and Fenton watched them, bewieldered.

"The boys haven't been acting the same..." Fenton observed.

"Yes, I know...something must be wrong." Laura watched thevan pull out worriedly.

"If they aren't willing to talk about it now," Fenton said, seeing his wife looking troubled, "then just give them some time. Truth is, they might jsut be having some fun."

"Yes..." Laura agreed doubtfully.

The detective stood up and placed an arm around his wife's shoulder. "You're forgetting one very important thing, darling."

"What's that?"

"Today is April Fools Day."

Laura brightened instantly. "I'd forgotten."

"I did too, there for a moment. See, problem solved. They were just messing with our heads."

"Yes...boys will be boys."

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The Hardy Boys belong to Simon and Schuster and the Stratemeyer Foundation. The Hardy Boys Fan Fiction authors of the Hardy Detective Agency have just borrowed them for an adventure or two. The authors promise to put the boys back when they are done with them. The authors do claim copyright to the original characters in this story. Please do not borrow original characters without express permission of the authors.