Sister Chefs: The Contest

Charity was so dumbfounded that someone could have dropped a 200-pound water balloon on her head and she wouldn't have noticed. Just then, a small, hard, and white plastic ball came shooting out from behind a china cabinet, whacking Charity on the temple."OW!" she cried. Callie raced over, dragging a small boy out from behind the cabinet."Sam!" She yelled. Sam was a small boy of six, Charity's real sibling."Sam! You know better! Why'd you throw that at Charity? You hurt her!" Callie fired at Sam."I'm sorry. I thought she would laugh." Sam apologized."Chico, do you know what really makes people laugh? This!" She started tickling him, causing a whole lot of giggles."Girls, Sam! What is going on? Where is the cake?" Everybody froze. Mrs. Summers had walked into the kitchen without anybody noticing."The cake is in the dining room, Mama."Callie answered."Good. I'll go see it. Callie, please go to the dry cleaner's and get your party dress. It just arrived there. Take Charity with you. Good-bye." Mrs. Summers walked out of the kitchen, taking Sam with her. Charity tried out her best teenager impression. With a flip of her curly, cropped red hair, she said, "We'd best be on our way." Callie imitated her adoptive sister's hair flip, only hers was with waist-length wavy brown hair."Yes." She replied. Both girls giggled, linking arms. Later as they were walking toward Sally's Dry Cleaning, a band of reporters surrounded them, shouting, "Fabiana! Maddie! Over here!" "what's it like being famous?" Callie stood there, petrified. What was going on? Who where Fabiana and Maddie?