The Plan
Suddenly, the Loser Bruiser�s bedroom door slammed shut. "Run!" Amy said. Everyone split up, Carly and Amy upstairs, Mr. and Mrs. Fernandez in the closet, and Concha pretended to be dusting. "Good evening," Concha said to Dr. and Mrs. O'Hara as they walked down the stairs. They pretended she wasn't there, grabbed a brownie, and went back upstairs. Dr. and Mrs. O'Hara locked their bedroom door and started talking in Mexican.
"So, how are we going to get rid of Concha, Ramon?" Mrs. O'Hara said in Spanish. "We aren't going to get rid of her Carlotta, we need a maid, we're just going to make her life miserable. Such phony names we have! Arthur and Genevieve O'Hara. Stupid! Mexico will give us an award when they find out what great work we've done! Being spies is so easy!" Dr. O'Hara said also in Spanish.
"I agree! Why did we adopt that annoying girl, Amy, anyway? She gets in the way," Mrs. O'Hara said. "Don't you remember? It was back in the days when we were dumb, and didn't know how great it was to be spies!" Dr. O'Hara said angrily. "Ah yes, I remember those days, we were so pathetic!" Mrs. O'Hara said. "Let's get back to bed now," Dr. O'Hara said ending the Spanish conversation. "Ok, good night dear," Mrs. O'Hara said falling asleep. "Good night," Dr. O'Hara said.