Lab Rats Season 1

Night of the Living Virus

In the living room, Adam, Chase, Leo, and I are playing a video game. "Yes! Totally gonna make it to the final level!" Chase says. When we lose, we sigh and sit down on the couch.

"I just wasted three hours of my life getting to that level. I'm never playing Mental Chaos again." Leo says.

"Me neither," Chase says.

"Me neither," Adam says.

"This game is so boring!" I say.

"Again!" We all say and continue to play Mental Chaos. Tasha walks into the living room.

"Leo, will you stop playing that game? It is nothing but a huge time-waster that is going to rot your brain." Tasha says.

"Ooh, Mental Chaos! I got next!" Mr. Davenport says, walking downstairs and jumping over the couch.

"Donald! I was just telling Leo that he's playing too much." Tasha says.

"Huh, you're telling me. He almost beat my high score." Mr. Davenport says.

"I'm just saying, this game is affecting him. Last week he tried to pause me. Twice!" Tasha says. Adam, Chase, Leo, Mr. Davenport, and I laugh.

"That'd really come in handy." Mr. Davenport says. Tasha gives him a look. "If it wasn't so wrong. Okay, Leo, what else are you interested in?"

"Well, I keep telling you I'd love to work with you in the lab," Leo says.

"Yeah, and I keep telling you I don't wanna die in a fiery explosion." Mr. Davenport says.

"Donald, this is perfect! Leo wants to be like you, and you love you." Tasha says.

"But the lab is where I go to investigate the complex mystery that is me." Mr. Davenport says.

"Well, now you can investigate the complex mystery that is Leo," Tasha says.

"I'm deep, baby," Leo says.

"But he's gonna touch all my stuff!" Mr. Davenport whines. "Fine! You can be my...lab assistant."

"I prefer scientific liaison," Leo says.

"Yeah, how about Vice President of stop talking before you blow it?" Mr. Davenport says. Bree walks into the living room.

"Hey, I thought I told you guys to get lost," Bree says to us. "The coolest girls in school, are coming for a sleepover, and I don't want this place smelling like feet and pickles."

Adam sniffs himself. "Well, not me, I'm armpits and onions."

"Hey, why does she get to have a party?" Chase asks Tasha and Mr. Davenport.

"Because other than Cassie, she needs to socialize more with girls so she'll stop challenging random strangers to loogie contests," Tasha says.

"Aw, but she's the champ!" I say.

"She has had some epic hang times," Chase says.

"You gotta work up a green one. They're meatier." Bree says.

"That's my little princess." Mr. Davenport says. He leaves the living room.

"So, I have watched every slumber party movie ever made. We're gonna have a pillow fight, we're gonna put cucumbers on our eyes, and then we're gonna shave Francesa's legs." Bree says. "Her knees have eyebrows."

"I know her. Every time she sits, she looks surprised." Chase says.

"Hey, how come I wasn't invited to this party?" I ask Bree, feeling a little hurt that she didn't want me to join her slumber party.