A/N: Story for cartoonnetwork90sfan, she owns her OC's, everyone else is Hanna-Barbera, she kindly let me borrow her characters and make them into stories. Read & Review.

It was a normal day in Joseph Williams High School. Inside there was a particular student we were going to study today. The girl had fair skin with black hair tied into a low ponytail with a blonde highlight. She wore a coal-black jacket with an orange top, jean shorts and dirty brown shoes. She was paying close attention, but found herself daydreaming. She didn't know why, but she had this dream to become a driver, not just earning her license at age 16, but to become more than that. Such as a racecar driver. The teen smiled at herself as instead of taking notes, she sketched a racecar for herself and envisioned it.

"And the winner is Ashlyn!" the announcer in her head cheered as she sped to the finish line and won the gold trophy.

"Ashlyn! Ashlyn! Ashlyn!" the imaginary audience cheered.

"Ashlyn? Ashlyn!" a voice snapped, pulling her from her daydream. "ASHLYN!"

"Huh?" the teen's eyes flashed open as she was in the high school classroom and not in her destined fantasies. "Oh, yes, sir!" she put her hands together on her desk, sheepishly.

"What did I just say?" the teacher demanded, sharply to see if she were really paying attention, but he knew she wasn't. The question was merely rhetorical.

"Oh! Uhh... We were reciting the Pledge of Allegiance?" Ashlyn smiled nervously.

The other students laughed at her.

The teacher released a sharp sigh. "No, Miss Pittman... This is your homework assignment..." he went back to the board, very exhausted from endless teaching high school students. What was the point? They never listened anyway, why now? "Your assignment is family history. I want each and every one of you to gather as much family information you can from your ancestors, grandparents, mothers, fathers, etcetera!"

"Uhh... Sir," Ashlyn raised her hand. "What if your family's not interesting?"

The teacher grunted and rolled his eyes. "Oh, Miss Pittman, I'm sure you can find something about your family to write about. You're all dismissed!"

The bell rang. Ashlyn was following her friend Brianna Smith down the block, feeling stuck.

"Man, what am I gonna write about?" Ashlyn grunted. "My family's not that interesting."

"Oh, come on, Ashlyn, I'm sure you'll find at least something," Brianna encouraged her friend. "You never know unless you try."

"I guess," Ashlyn shrugged. "But, what can I do?"

"Why don't you ask your parents? Maybe your ancestors discovered oil or something."

"Maybe... Wanna come over?"

"Sorry, but I better get started on my homework, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Alright, see ya, Bri." Ashlyn waved her off.

"I'm sure you'll think of something, Ash!" Brianna called back, walking her way home.

"At least she has an interesting life..." Ashlyn sighed, folding her arms. "She's with Mystery Incorporated almost all the time... Meanwhile, I'm rotting away with my family..."

Ashlyn had an 'eccentric' family. Above it, she wasn't an only child, she had an older brother named Ashton and a little sister named Ashley. Ashlyn didn't really like being the middle child, there was a lot of pressure to it. She gets more attention than her older brother, but less attention than her younger sister. Plus, almost everything was her fault. The girl walked home and heaved a sigh and walked into the house. Ashley was bragging about her perfect marks in school and how she was prettier than a lot of her friends.

Ashley was a girly girl with light brown hair tied into a braid. She wears a lot of pink, and we mean a lot, many of her outfits are heart based, but she wore a black skirt with red high-heeled boots. Ashton, on the other hand, is kind of more relatable than Ashley is. Ashton is a punk himself, he has black spiky hair with a skull T-shirt, black jeans with a red hoodie and a Grim Reaper necklace. A lot of girls his age want a piece of him. Yeah, these two with a stay-at-home mom and a mechanic father will make an EXCELENT family history report for school.

"Hey, kid," Ashton greeted as he saw Ashlyn. "What's up?"

"School's a bum," Ashlyn grunted a bit and walked forward to toss down her backpack and recline on the couch with her brother.

"Okay, so anyway, Jessica heard from Andrea and Kathryn that Luna doesn't like Zac anymore, cuz..." Ashley started to gossip, she was like a young teenager. "Hey, are you guys listening!"

"Yeah... Sure, why not?" Ashlyn asked, taking her brother's headphones and listening to some punk rock with him.

"UGH! This is so not cool! I'm going to my room." Ashley growled, then stormed off, slamming her bedroom door.

"Is the coast clear?" Ashton asked.

"I thought she'd never leave..." Ashlyn mumbled.

After what felt like forever, the woman of the house made dinner. Amber, even after Ashley was old enough to go to school, she decided to stay home and take extra car of the house. Amber was an interesting mother though. She had light brown hair with a purple headband, wearing a red shirt, black skirt, gray sandals with a necklace around her V-neck.

"I hope you all eat your broccoli this time!" Amber's voice rang from the kitchen.

"Great..." the children said together, already sitting at the table.

Amber smiled and served the kids their dinner, which only appeared to be very little turkey with mountains of broccoli.

'Why don't you ask your parents? I'm sure they know something.' Brianna's advice rang in Ashlyn's ears.

"Umm... Mom? Do you know anything about our family history?"

Amber glanced at her with a small smile. "Not really, dear... Why?"

"It's this project in school." Ashlyn revealed.

"Oh, when I was in school, Luna said to Audrey and Zac..." Ashley spoke up to talk about more gossip.

"Ashley, you're 10, stop acting like you're having your sweet sixteen." Amber lightly scolded her younger daughter, she then smiled at Ashlyn. "Why don't you ask your father, dear?"

"Dad?" Ashlyn nearly snorted.

"Yes, I'm sure he has a thing or two in our family name, you can talk to him after dinner when he watches the game." Amber told her, lightly patting her on the head, then joined them for dinner.

The family ate together while Ashley was gossiping as usual. She always acted like a premature teen. Yakking on the phone, shopping in the mall for any possible kind of shoe, dreaming about boy bands and marrying a rich and handsome actor. Ashton just ate quietly like his mother and other sister. Finally, the man of the house Austin came home.

"So, what's new kids?" Austin asked, getting himself some dinner.

"Your daughter is interested in your family's history." Amber told him.

Austin froze a bit. He turned to Ashlyn specifically. "Meet me in the attic."

Ashlyn nodded and continued to eat. Ashton and Ashley froze as well. They wondered what that was about, but this was about their sister, and not them.

After dinner, instead of watching the game, Ashlyn met her father as promised. He stood by the attic string as she came over to him.

"Okay, ready?" Austin asked.

Ashlyn nodded. "Ready."

Austin stepped back a bit and pulled down on the string to get the attic ladder out. Austin climbed up with Ashlyn following. She looked around the surroundings as she followed her father in the mysterious storage room usually for Christmas decorations and present storage. Austin came across an old photograph and blew dust off from it, nearly coughing. He hadn't seen it in ages and he smiled fondly.

"What is it?" Ashlyn asked, kind of wheezing from the dust.

"Do you know who this is?" Austin asked, holding the photograph to her view. It was a photograph of the famous Wacky Racer dressed in pink that many people knew too well.

"Penelope Pitstop," Ashlyn told him. "But... What does she have to do with our family, Dad?"

"Well, Ashlyn, you should know something," Austin sighed a bit. "Not a lot of people know this, but Penelope had a brother. They raced together when they were very young before Penelope became a professional driver in the Wacky Races against Dick Dastardly. They lived with their guardian, Sylvester Sneekly."

"Who was her brother?" Ashlyn had to know now. She had idolized Penelope Pitstop nearly all her life, but never knew anything about a brother.

"Well, Ashlyn," Austin sighed, looking at her, smiling. "I'm pleased to tell you, I am Penelope's brother."

Ashlyn's eyes widened. "But, that means..."

"Yes, Ashlyn, you are the niece of Penelope Pitstop. I was trying to protect you and the family against Dick Dastardly and the Hooded Claw, so I ran away from the town while Penelope became a racecar driver. I changed our family name from Pitstop to Pittman for our own protection."