The greasers x white chicks?

Kevin and Marcus Copeland. They're two secret FBI agents undercover.

Their always recklessly doing their work, so they're on the verge of being fired by their Chief. This case may be the last chance they have to save their job.

A kidnapping scheme was executed and it is assumed that the kidnapper's victims are two white girls, Brittany and Tiffany Wilson, who are two heiresses to the Wilson enterprise. They're both going to the Hamptons to prep for the attendance of a fashion show to make it onto the cover of the Hamptons Magazine.

Once they flew in, Kevin and Marcus took them in their car as part of the case's procedure to escort them safely to the Hamptons. However, things don't go well...

The Wilson sisters' dog, Baby, had fallen out the window, only being held by the leash, the only thing keeping Baby in the car. And out of panic, Kevin was trying to focus on getting Baby back into the car, and with that happening, the Wilson sisters screaming their bloody heads off, and the unfocused driving and swerving of the car, they ended up crashing into a field on the side of the road. The Wilson sisters ended up getting minor facial injuries. A scratched nose bridge and a busted lip. To anyone else, it wasn't a big deal! But to them?

"You want me to go out looking like this?!" Brittany pointed to her scratched nose, on the verge of actual tears and an overexaggerated expression of distress. "I am so... frickin'...pissed."

The Wilson sisters refused to attend the event. And Kevin didn't like this; he wanted to save their job. And he decided they weren't stopping here.

Long story short, they called some people to help disguise them as the Wilson sisters so that it looked like they did escort the Wilson sisters to the Hamptons.

And so here they were, in the parking lot of the Hamptons Royal Hotel, standing in uncomfortable pink high heels, pristine clothing, expensive hair extensions and heavy makeup. All they had to do now was act like ladies. Can't be that bad, right?

Well, if they thought things couldn't get any worse, it just did.

The greaser gang was loitering in the parking lot leaning on the hood of a car, in what they thought was Soc territory. And to be honest, who could blame them?

Dally and Steve spotted the white car that "Tiffany" and "Brittany" just got out of, and finally, the entire gang's gazes landed on those "girls". Dally raised an eyebrow.

"Them soc brats are lookin' a little big today," Steve remarked with a scrunched up nose. "Are they s'posed to be that...beefy?"

Dally smirked cockily. "I dunno, man." He took a drag of his cigarette. "But it makes 'em look more fun than these soc brats are s'posed to be."

Ponyboy swallowed. "C'mon Dal', don't start this again..." He uttered out, looking around with uncertainty. "We're already loiterin' in soc territory. What if we get jumped?"

Dally scoffed. "Ain't no harm in playin' around with a few white broads with big shoulders. Besides, Pony, we've been in rougher rumbles. Dally leaned toward Ponyboy with a taunting grin. You scared of gettin' hit with their purses or somethin'?

Johnny intervened, just as terrified as Ponyboy. "Cut it out, Dal'. He's right, we're already in territory we ain't s'posed to be in. We can't go 'round makin' it worse." He messed with his sleeves nervously, looking around with his shoulders hunched up as if expecting a soc to jump out of nowhere and beat their asses.