So here's the mysterious project KnowMyNameNotMyStory and I have been mentioning over the past couple of months- a collaboration between two awesome Cabbie writers! Actually, this story is more Robbie-centered than anything, but there will eventually be Cabbie :). I came up with this idea after watching a rerun of Victorious after it was cancelled. After Robbie got captured by the bandits and escaped, I got to thinking—What if Robbie never was able to escape? What would happen to them? And see if you can guess where we got the title from and why we named this story after that!

However, both my partner and I have pretty busy lives outside of fanfiction so updates may not be very frequent. But we're so excited to be writing this story and we really hope you guys enjoy it!

It was 12 AM on an early Saturday morning in Santa Barbara, California. The city, best known for its late-night beach parties and rocking concerts on the pier, was awake with activity despite the early morning hours. High school and college students, hyped up on caffeine and occasionally high amounts of alcohol in their systems, hopped from one activity to the next, high on the prospect of fitting the most amount of fun into just a few hours of the day—or night, depending on your perspective.

However, the city was slightly less abound with people itching to have a good time this morning because a huge event was going on in the middle of town. Wanko's Warehouse, a popular store infamous for its wide variety of products and great deals and bargains, was having a huge sale on all of its products. In this economy, 80% off of everything was practically unheard of. Stores didn't dare cut their prices that low in fear of going bankrupt, but since Wanko's was the most popular store within southern California, what had they got to lose?

The sale was such big news that people started lining up outside the store's doors as early as 7 PM, two hours before Wanko's closed for the night. Eventually, the line became so long that it was overwhelming to even look at. By the time the seven Hollywood Arts teenagers arrived at the scene, antsy after driving an hour and a half in heavy traffic, the line was already wrapped around the corner of the building and extended half a mile down the street.

The clever one of the group, Jade West, suggested that they all hide out in the warehouse overnight until the sale started. It was a pretty good idea at first—until the security system was turned on, that is. In order to override the system, the gang sent out the brightest (and flattest) out of all them to slide underneath the red laser beams locking them inside the aisle like they were trapped in a cage and turn off the alarm.

After crashing into a shelf full of Pearphones, Robbie Shapiro dusted himself off and weaved through the halls of Wanko's Warehouse, attempting to find the manager's office where the control panel was most likely located. He winced, pressing lightly on his thigh where the walkie talkie that Tori had thrown at him had hit. There was no doubt that there would be a bruise in that very same spot when he woke up the next morning. He muttered under his breath in frustration, still mad at how everyone had put down his walkie talkies earlier, until he came across a big room which he was sure was the control site of the warehouse.

He smiled in satisfaction, but came to a sudden stop when he saw a labyrinth of laser beams in front of him. His smile faltered and he reverted to secret-spy mode as he pulled out his handy-dandy walkie talkie. "Shapiro to base."

"Robbie, would you please just use your first name and stop calling me base?" Tori Vega pleaded from the speaker.

"No! Base," Robbie insisted. Just in case this didn't happen to him ever again, he wanted to keep up the secret-spy gig as much as possible.

He scanned the room briefly. "Okay, I'm just outside the security area, and I can see the control panel on the wall along with a partially eaten Fat Cake on a desk."

He heard Andre moan in the background, still suffering from his bout of claustrophobia. "Just turn off the alarm!" Tori ordered him.

"On it."

Robbie crouched down and swung his arm back gently a few times before sliding the walkie talkie underneath the beams. He then turned around and lied on his back, using his heels to propel him below the beams. He winced as his knees almost grazed one of the beams, but he kept going and scrambled to his feet as soon as he had cleared them. "Alright, I've reached the alarm panel."

"Then go turn off the laser beams!"

Robbie sighed, a little offended by Tori's impatient tone. "Go turn off the laser beams," he mimicked her in a squeaky voice, rolling his eyes and sauntering towards the panel. His eyes widened as the huge electronic screen on the wall filled his vision. "Wow. This is quite the panel," he commented, impressed.

He pressed the START button on the screen and a bunch of settings popped up. "Ah, the lighting controls. This is cool!"

He started playing around with the lights in the warehouse, feeling like he was a kid in a candy store. The lights followed his every command and he made some bizarre sci-fi noise as he manipulated the lights, clearly enjoying himself—so much that he didn't see the two figures dressed in black approach him from behind. "Well, well, well," one of the guys said.

"What have we got here?" the other guy, a little shorter than the other bandit, finished for him.

Hearing the voices, Robbie stopped playing with the control panel and turned around. "Oh. Hey fellas," he greeted them awkwardly, walking towards them.

"Hey," the tall guy said, a sly smile creeping up on his face, making Robbie slightly nervous.

"Yeah. Hey," the short guy said, imitating the other bandit's actions.

"So…What are you guys doing here?"

The tall guy stared him down. "We're fixing to rob this store."

"Oh." Robbie laughed, still uncomfortable, but quickly realized what he was getting himself into. "Oh." His voice deepened and his heart rate accelerated. He strode past them to the other counter, trying to calm himself down. "So, you guys are like…thieves."

"Uh huh," the short guy grunted.

"And now…" The tall guy gestured over to an area slightly to the left of the control panel. "You are going to walk right over there for us and open that there safe."

"Me? Why?"

The short bandit chuckled. "So we's can get the money out of it, smartie!"

"But wait, why do you think I'd be able to open Wanko's safe?" Robbie asked them.

"You work here, right?"

Robbie stared at the tall bandit in confusion, taking little notice that the two bandits looked alike—almost exactly alike, in fact. "What makes you think I work here?"

"You calling me a liar?" the tall guy demanded, taking an intimidating step towards Robbie.

"No, no, I'd never!" Robbie stuttered. "Listen, I'm just here with my friends. We're just here for the night so we can be here early for the big sale tomorrow."

He pointed behind him to the control panel. "I just need to turn off the alarm so my friends and I can leave."

"Oh…" The two bandits glanced at each other knowingly. "Well there's one problem with that, buddy: we can't let you leave."

"Nope. Not now."

Robbie started to tremble in place. "W-w-why can't you let me leave?"

"Because you know we're burglars."

"You've seen our faces. If we let you leave, you may go to the po-lice."

"And get us arrested."

"Oh god no, I would never do that. Uh-uh," Robbie shook his head vigorously.

"Well you know our names."

"No I don't, and please don't tell me!" Robbie covered his ears.

"My name is Barry Triplet. And this is my twin brother Barney."

"I said don't tell me your-" Robbie paused, thinking. "Wait… your last names are Triplet?"

"Yeah."

"Uh huh."

"And you're twins?"

"Uh huh."

"So you're the Triplet twins."

"Yeah." Barry nodded, getting impatient.

"That doesn't make sense." Robbie furrowed his eyebrows.

"Now you calling me a liar?" the shorter twin said angrily, cracking his knuckles and taking a step closer to Robbie.

"No, of course not!" Robbie cowered in fear. Taking a step back, he was stopped by the counter behind him, keeping him from going any further away from the bandits. The walkie-talkie that he placed next to the Fat Cake fell off the counter, making a thud.

The taller brother bent down to pick up the device and examined it as if it were a rare species. "What's this?"

"Oh!" Seeing the curiosity in his walkie talkies that his friends had lacked, Robbie pepped up. "That's a walkie talkie."

"A what-y what-y?"

"Walkie talkie." Robbie grabbed the device from his hands. "They come in pairs so you give one to someone and you keep the other. You can talk AND walk within 600 yards from each other. Just push the talk button to speak, the call button to page them, and right over here…" He pointed at the side of the device. "is the volume controls. My friends don't think they're cool but I do."

"Wow, that's neat." The tall guy looked at the little black device in awe.

"Real neat."

"You know a lot about them techie stuff, nerd."

"Yeah, I guess so." Robbie nodded.

"So why don't you show us how this here control panel works." The shorter guy gestured over to the big screen.

Reassured of his techie expertise, Robbie nonchalantly trotted over to the control panel, explaining every lever and switch and demonstrating the lights once more to the brothers.

Eventually, the twins stopped playing nice with Robbie and forced him over to safe. Robbie gulped, feeling something prodding in between his shoulder blades, and was just about to put his hands on the lock when he and the burglars heard the alarms go off. Instantly, he froze in place in panic but secretly thanked whoever set them off so he could have a chance to escape.

"Ow, that alarm is so loud!" Barry, one of the twins, shouted, covering his ears.

"Turn it off!" Barney, the short guy, ordered Robbie.

"Why should I?" he snapped. "You guys are thieves anyway! I've helped you enough!"

He soon felt the prodding again in the same place and regretted what he had said. "You helped us with nothing, bushy. All you did was show us your stupid walkie talkies that no one cares about. Now turn off the damn alarm before something bad happens to you," Barry growled.

"But I don't know how to turn it off! I don't work here!"

At that moment, Cat, Andre, Beck, Jade, Trina, and Tori came running through the room with buckets on their heads, and Robbie saw his chance. "Hey! Guys, wait for me!" he called out to them.

He ran to join them, but his sprint wasn't fast enough. The bandits caught up to him in no time, grabbed his arms, and twisted them behind his back. "Andre, Beck, help me!" Robbie yelped, feeling the pain of the twist coursing through his arms.

"Head butt!" Andre shouted. Using the buckets on their heads, the two boys ran full force towards the bandits and knocked them to the ground. He then motioned to Robbie. "Come on, get under the bucket now and we'll make a run for it."

Robbie smiled in relief and took a few steps towards him only to be tripped by the bandits and pinned down to the ground. "Guys, I need help! Again!" he grunted.

"Hey get off of him!" Beck shouted. This time, they threw the buckets off of their heads and grasped the bandits from behind.

Unfortunately, Andre and Beck didn't have the same fighting expertise as the bandits did. Barry elbowed Beck hard in the stomach, having him land on the ground with an "Oof!" and clutching his stomach in pain. On the other side, Barney kicked Andre's shin, and as soon as Andre let go of him, he turned around and punched him in the nose.

Beck got up, stumbling a little bit, and walked over to Andre, who was cupping his heavily-bleeding nose with his hands. "Geez man, are you okay? Looked like he slugged you pretty hard."

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine. How about you?"

"Never been better," Beck grunted, grimacing.

The two boys froze as they heard the click of a loaded gun behind them. "If you take one more step towards your little friend, things are going to get reeeal ugly."

Barney snickered as the teenagers turned around. Behind Barney, they saw Barry restraining a struggling Robbie with ease, pressing his arms together behind his back and covering Robbie's mouth with his hand. Their anger rose at the sight of their friend being man-handled so violently, but their fear mounted at the same right at the gun pointed at their sternums. "Dude, just let him go so we can leave. We promise we give you any more trouble," Beck reasoned calmly.

"Yeah, we won't go to the cops or anything," Andre agreed. "We just want our friend back."

Barney narrowed his eyes at them, a wry smile creeping up his face. "You really think I'm dumb enough to fall for your garbage?"

The guys widened their eyes and shook their heads furiously. Suddenly, a gunshot went off, and they saw Robbie unconscious on the floor with Barry pointing yet another gun at them. "Now get the hell outta here!"

Suddenly, a gunshot went off, and they saw Robbie unconscious on the floor. The boys gasped, not knowing if their friend had been shot or not. They were once again furious at the harm they caused on Robbie, but they knew better than to jump in the middle, seeing clearly that the odds weren't in their favor.

Barry pointed yet another gun at them. He and Barney hastily gathered up an unconscious, beaten-up Robbie off of the floor and started dragged him towards the direction the gang came running from.

"An' unless you know better, you two will let us leave and not follow us. Otherwise…" He brought his arm down and pressed the tip of the gun to Robbie's unconscious forehead. "Your friend gets it."

They exited through the back of the building. Tossing the out-cold teenager in the back of their van, the brothers drove off.

Once they were out of sight, Beck and Andre let go of the breath they were both holding back.

"Man, what are we going to do?" Andre panicked.

"We're going to go back to your van, get everyone to safety, and then tell everyone what happened once we get back to Tori's house," Beck told him, the plan forming in his head as he spoke. "No reason telling them here and making them even more scared than they already are.

And then…" Beck picked something off the floor and wiggled it in front of Andre with a defiant glint in his eyes. "We're going to find Robbie."

So since KnowMyNameNotMyStory is posting this on her account as well, just wanted to mention something that alarmed me greatly... For the first time ever, I got no reviews on a chapter of a story. NONE. Even when I first joined this site that didn't happen. And it seems like the only way I can get reviews nowadays is if I plead for them. i don't know if this is happening because the show was cancelled or not, but it made me really disappointed. And trust me, I don't want to beg for reviews because that's just really pathetic. The story is called Geek Charming if you want to look at it and it IS an AU Cabbie story. Thanks!