10| CAN I BORROW THE HELICOPTER?

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During the night, Harper found herself in the cozy living room of the Davenport mansion, comfortably nestled on the couch

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During the night, Harper found herself in the cozy living room of the Davenport mansion, comfortably nestled on the couch. The soft glow from the television illuminated the room as she focused on the movie playing, a bowl of popcorn in hand. She was flanked by Tasha, who held the bowl, with Leo curled up on the armrest and Mr. Davenport seated beside his wife.

The room was quiet, except for the occasional crunch of popcorn and the low hum of the film's soundtrack.

The peaceful atmosphere was suddenly disrupted by a familiar sound - a soft ding from the elevator. Harper's attention shifted to the noise as she saw the bionic teenagers burst into the kitchen, all loud laughter and chaos. Adam and Chase were clearly enjoying some kind of inside joke, while Bree tried to dodge their antics.

"Mr. Davenport, I cannot stand them anymore." Bree grumbled, shoving her brother's back as they passed through the kitchen. "Can they please go live in your warehouse?"

Mr. Davenport let out a soft chuckle. "Bree, the warehouse is where I keep my explosive chemicals."

"Like I said, can they please go live in your warehouse?"

"Well, Donald, she is getting older. She needs privacy. Why don't you get her one of your extra rooms? You have like fourteen." Tasha suggested to her husband.

Mr. Davenport blinked and stood up from the couch, shaking his head. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. I do not have any extra rooms."

Harper scoffed. "Come on, Mr. Davenport. You have a pool table room, bumper car room, arcade room, surf simulator room, not to mention a room full of mirrors."

"Yeah, or as I like to call it, a room full of me." Mr. Davenport said, grinning mischievously.

Tasha, looking amused, glanced at her husband and then at Bree. "Okay, Bree, you can have my sewing room."

"Yes!" Bree cheered, throwing a mocking wave at her brothers. "So long, bozos!"

"Fine. Without you, we will make the lab totally awesome for ourselves." Chase said simply.

"That's right." Adam agreed, grinning. "No more hair scrunchies or rainbow-colored toe socks or pretty, pinky, shiny junk!" He paused, then looked at Bree with a mischievous grin. "Ooh, but I'm a little chapped. Could I borrow some of your Bubble Berry Pucker Bomb?" He snatched the Chapstick from Bree's neck chain and slathered it on his lips. "Man, it's always so hard not to eat."

Bree shot him a pointed look, glaring at him as she swiftly grabbed the Chapstick back

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The next morning, Harper made her way down to the Lab, the elevator descending smoothly with a quiet hum. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed, as she waited for it to reach its destination. The soft ding signaled its arrival and as the doors opened, she stepped out and into the familiar lab.

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