Legal Notice: "Fighters Megamix" and all related stuff TM and copyright Sega. All rights reserved. The characters and events are entirely fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons and/or events is purely coincidental. High Class Act Chapter 1- Mistaken Identity One Saturday night, Laura and Bonnie went over to Candy's house for a sleepover. When they got there, they noticed that the hostess was hard at work on the sewing machine in her room. "What are you doing?" Laura asked. "Mom gave me this suit," replied Candy, "and I'm altering it a bit so it's more... well, more me. I don't want to show up at tomorrow's dinner party in an outfit that's screams Luann." (The Barstows had recieved invitations to a neighbor's dinner party and had to dress up for it.) "Why are you going with your parents?" asked Bonnie. "If mine were alive, I wouldn't go to any kind of party with them!" "There were three invites and one cleary had my name on it. And since I don't have other plans... there, that should do it." She had finished her alterations. The suit had once been a red jacket with black bows down the front and a long black skirt. Candy had altered it so the jacket was now a vest and the skirt was about as short as the rubber one she normally wore. The next day, before the family left for the party but after they had dressed up, Mrs. Barstow said, "Candy, could you run to the bakery and get that spice cake I ordered?" Her daughter grudgingly agreed, and as she left, she muttered, "Why was I invited to this stupid dinner party?" Befor Candy could go into the bakery, a fancy-dressed woman came out the doors and said, "Candida! I didn't know you were in town already!" "The name's Candy, stupid!" Candy told the rich stranger, "And I--" "Back early from studying in New York, I see," interrupted the woman. "And since I'm assuming that Candy's what everyone called you there, I'll call you that, too." "You've got that all wrong, lady! My name's not short for anything, it's just Candy! And I've never been to New York!" "Don't you recognize me, child? I'm your Aunt Clarinda!" "Well, 'Aunt Clarinda', I've gotta pick up a stupid cake for a dumb dinner party, so if you'll excuse me..." By now, Candy was very exasperated. "Speaking of dinner parties, the country club's having a banquet in which members can invite any number of guests this coming Friday night," Clarinda replied, "I'll be expecting you there, and in that beautiful suit." "But- but I hit town with my friends on Friday nights! This coming Friday's no exception!" "Your friends can come," Clarinda told her "niece". "I have many friends! In fact, another bunch arrived just three weeks ago!" "No matter. I'd love to meet them! See you all at the club Friday!" Before Candy could say another word, Clarinda drove off. ********** Later that week, Candy explained her predicament. "This crazy woman thinks I'm her niece and she invited us all to the country club for dinner this Friday! I did all I could at that moment to show her I wasn't her niece, but she just wouldn't listen!" "What's wrong with going to the country club?" asked Sarah. She had never gone to a country club, but she had always wanted to. "I don't wanna go!" Candy said. "And what's the point of going if it's cause someone you don't even know thinks you're family?" "I think you should go anyway," said Edna. "Otherwise, you may never see that woman again, and you really need to straighten this out." It was then that Candy suddenly had a thought. "What if my 'aunt' saw us pull up in the Vipermobile and saw us for who really are? She's expecting a bunch rich snobs in luxury cars, not people like us in a custom van with snakes painted on it. So, lets take the Vipermobile and, though we still need to dress up, just be ourselves! Incidentally, I am aware that some of us are rich, but none of us are snobs." Everybody decided to try Candy's idea. So when they met that Friday, everyone was dressed up in their best, yet they didn't look like socialites. Otto, Raxel, Picky, Bahn, Grace, and Ruth still had their usual "accessories", and few had bothered to comb their hair. They climbed into the Vipermobile and drove off to the country club.