Lab Rats Season 1

Exoskeleton vs. Grandma

In the lab, Leo was looking at all of the inventions Mr. Davenport made. "Ooh. Ah. Ho, ho. What's this?"

"Hey, that's part of my put that down collection." Mr. Davenport says, taking a device he made from Leo's hands.

"Oh, sweet pen," Leo says.

"It's not a pen. It's a highly-pressurized air canister that can inflate a blimp in 8.6 seconds." Mr. Davenport says.

"This little thing?" Leo says.

"Mmm-hmm."

"Impossible." Leo clicks the pen and wind blows throughout the lab. Mr. Davenport takes the pen and turns it off.

"You might wanna put a little warning sign on that," Leo says. "So, what're you having? Garage sale for geeks?"

Mr. Davenport laughs sarcastically. "No. We are preparing for...the call."

"Once a year, Mr. Davenport and I present his newest devices to all the international buyers," Chase says. "In other words..."

"Ka-ching!" Chase and Mr. Davenport both say. They start doing a handshake, and Leo tries to join in.

"What are you doing?" Chase asks.

"I wanna be in on...the call," Leo says.

"Yeah, sorry, Leo. There's no more room. I'm already the product specialist, the set designer, chief demonstrator, and insanely happy spokesmodel." Chase says.

"Although, there might be a role for Leo." Mr. Davenport says. "As long as someone follows him around everywhere he goes with a fire extinguisher."

"But Mr. Davenport, I'm way better at selling this stuff than Leo," Chase says.

"Please, I could sell nunchucks to a nun named Chuck," Leo says. "I could sell this thing without even knowing what it is." Leo walks up to one of Mr. Davenport's inventions.

"Leo, no. That's an electrofield destabilizer. Whatever you do, don't let it..." Leo taps the device against metal while waving it, and he goes flying across the room. "Touch metal."

"I have to admit. A small part of me was hoping that would happen." Chase says.

"Well, can a big part of you come over and help me up?" Leo says. Mr. Davenport and Chase run over to Leo and help him up.

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In the living room, Tasha was on the phone with her mom. "Yes, mom. Leo and I love our new home. Oh, you should come and visit." Tasha looks over at her family, who are also in the living room with her.

"467, 468..." Leo counts as Adam bench presses him. "Put some muscle in it. 469."

"Take that zombie! Die, zombies!" I shout as I play a video game while standing on the couch.

"Shh! I'm picking up radio free Singapore." Mr. Davenport says. He was standing on one foot with a device on his head, and he started singing in a foreign language. "That's gonna be a hit. You mark my words."

"But not today. Why? Because Donald's not feeling well. Look, I gotta go. He just threw up in my purse. Love you, bye!" Tasha says. She hangs up the phone.

"You know, we're gonna have to have your mother over eventually." Mr. Davenport says.

"No, we don't," Tasha says. "Look, my mom doesn't just visit. She has inspections. If she spots anything weird, she will use it as an excuse for her to move in." Bree super speeds over to Tasha and Mr. Davenport and catches the ball she was playing with Chase.