The first, however many chapters, were originally in my Lab Rats oneshot book. I decided to make it its own thing. I somewhat rewrote the chapter I already posted on that. If you already read them, you don't have to reread them, but I tried to make...
Adam, Bree, Chase, and Chelsea came into the lab after a mission. "Whoo-hoo! Yeah!" Adam cheered.
"Guys, that was awesome!" Leo said. "You just prevented the biggest oil spill in history!"
"Pretty slick, huh?" Chase punned.
"If only we could've prevented that disaster of a pun," Leo said.
"Hey, uh, Mr. Davenport. Anything you'd like to say to us, rhymes with "good job"?" Bree said.
"The answer's in the clue," Adam said.
"What were you guys thinking?" Davenport said.
"Nope. Not even close. Two more guesses," Adam said.
"You completely ignored my mission plan, improvised everything, and jeopardized the entire mission," Mr. Davenport said.
"Mr. Davenport, we bust our butts all the time," Chelsea said.
"And all you ever do is sit around the lab making lists of things we did wrong," Chase said.
"I do not just sit around making lists of things you did wrong," Davenport said before hiding the screen of the tablet he was holding.
"That's true," Leo said. "He also practices taekwondo in his tighty-whities."
"They are not tighty-whities. They are breathable exercise briefs."
"Whatever they are, keep your swinging high kicks away from my screen!" Eddy said.
"Look, you guys got lucky this time, but without my precise planning, you are opening yourselves up for disaster," Davenport said. "So just follow my orders."
"Well, maybe your orders aren't always right," Chase and Chelsea said.
"Um, excuse me."
"He said 'Well, maybe your orders aren't–'" Adam was cut off.
"I heard him!" Davenport said.
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Leo was looking through the fridge. "Hey, whenever my mom goes away on a news assignment, she always leaves me two peanut butter sandwiches with the crusts cut off. Where are they?" He asked.
Davenport, with a mouth full of peanut butter, said, "No idea." Adam, Bree, Chase, and Chelsea then walked in. "Hey, guys, don't forget training after school, 4:00 PM sharp."
"Oh, okay, Mr. Davenport," Chelsea said sarcastically, putting her snapback hat on backward after fixing how tight/lose it was.
"Wouldn't want to miss another opportunity for you to tell us everything we are doing wrong," Chase added.
"Oh, and while we're on the subject, do we need a detailed plan to get home from school? Oh, and what are these things we're carrying with words in them?" Bree asked sarcastically.
