Big Hero 6: Spills and Chills

Chapter 5: Colours

"OH MAN, I was right!" Dr. Cello gasped, backing away from them.

Dash and a raven-haired woman sat before him on a red sofa in Fred's living room, their deadpanned expressions exuding disapproval of his behaviour. He shuddered, his eyes widened as he looked at them with surprise. Calming instantly, he moved closer to the woman, his hand stroking his chin.

"I knew it, from the stilettos, the makeup, your hair, your clothes," he leaned back, closing his eyes as his voice deepened, "Your fragrant parfum."

"Not funny, dude, you'll get us sued." Dash frowned.

"You're a woman! Aren't you? Oh, I knew it all along." Dr. Cello backed away.

The woman's eyes drooped, her hand stroking the bridge of her nose as the scientist froze up in fear. Shaking her head, she huffed as her brother raised his brow, his mouth agape in confusion. Dr. Cello grinned, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Um, who is she again?" he looked at Dash with a blank face.

"I just told you seconds ago." Dash shook his head.

"You did," the scientist turned to the woman, gasping again, "I remember!" he moved toward her, breathing in deeply as he closed in on her, "Who're you again?"

"Just forget it." Dash groaned.

A window exploded into pieces as Fredzilla jumped into the room and went into a fighting stance. Pacing around, he breathed heavily, his eyes scanning, alert for any danger nearby. Spotting the others, he walked up to them, flipping his mask over his head.

"Uh, dude, you know you've gotta fix that, right?" Dash pointed at the shards on the floor.

"Nah, Heathcliff can take care of it." Fred grinned.

"I shall do no such thing, Master Fredrick." His butler walked past him, "You father will be quite displeased when he returns this evening."

"He's not coming back," Fred chuckled then his smile died down, "Wait, is he?"

"Leave the mess there and try to see if I'm wrong." Heathcliff left the room.

"Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man!" Fred panicked then sat down on the couch, relaxing, "Whatever, he can just punish me if he wants to."

"So, you'd rather get punished than clean up before he gets back?" the woman raised her brow.

"Meh, it's too much work." He shrugged.

"And what're you twelve? You dad still punishes you?" she chuckled.

"Maybe he won't," he shrugged.

"Oh, Fred, this is –," a loud thud interrupted Dash.

Hiro, Honey Lemon, Wasabi, Baymax, Maxwell, GoGo, Phineas, Ferb and Cat entered the room, each of them, except the redheaded girl, shouldering backpacks. They chatted amongst themselves excitedly, Wasabi folding his arms in irritation and Baymax looking around, doing rudimentary scans. Turning to the group, Fred jumped, his glee stiffening the woman's face.

"What'd you bring the whole Stark Industries with you?" Dash stood up.

"We could," Phineas turned to him, "We thought of making a device that shrinks objects at a subatomic level, but then we suddenly quit 'cuz we found out about Capsule Corp." he rubbed his neck, "I'm still lost at how we forgot a company as big as that existed a year ago."

"We just wanted somewhere to hang out since the office's a lil cramped." Hiro pocketed his hands.

"And this is any different?" Wasabi's voice stifled behind gritted teeth, "the contracting walls encroaching on us," he frowned, "sweat increasing from all the friction." He shuddered, "Sickening."