bionic besties 1 | lab rats

The One With the Drone

Delta's POV:
We were over at the Davenport's...no shocker there. Tasha and Davenport were trying ready to leave for a trip to Australia and left the house for Eddy to look after.

"Oh, this is so exciting! I have never been to Australia before."

"Hey, maybe you'll like it so much, you won't want to come back." Eddy suggested.

"You know, I've never been to Australia before." Zadie smiled sweetly. "Maybe you have room for one more...?"

"Yeah, because I'm gonna leave my kids at home, just so I can take their best friend." Davenport said sarcastically.

"He gets me so much." Zadie joked.

"Donald, honey, do you have the plane tickets?" Tasha asked.

"Honey, we're taking my fully automated private jet." Davenport scoffed, "Plane tickets. Why don't we just slap on a bunch of stamps and mail ourselves there?"

"Private jet. That works."

"Score for T-Dawg!" Delta, Leo, and I cheered.

"Okay, Leo, this is your chance to prove you're responsible enough to stay at home without us."

"Me? What about them?" Leo asked, motioning to the three.

"They were designed to go on missions and save the world. You were designed to break stuff." Davenport said, causing Zadie to break into laughter.

"That's so true." She laughed.

"Yeah, Zadie, you were designed to break stuff too."

"Me?!"

"Don't worry, I know the rules: no touchy-touchy your stuffy-stuffy."

"Leo, I'm serious. There's millions of dollars' worth of technology here. So no goof-ups, no explosions, no fires-you know what? I'm not going. I'm not going." Davenport said.

"Donald, Leo will be responsible." Tasha defended. "He is a big boy. Sweetie, I left your flame-retardant undies on the dresser."

"Mr. Davenport, Leo will be fine." Bree spoke up. "I mean, what's the worst that could happen?"

"Funny you should ask. I've made an actuary chart which covers every possible catastrophe. You have an 82% chance of coming back to a perfectly normal house." Chase said. "Happy travels." Yeah, that really helps, Chase. Great job.

Davenport tried to back out again, but Tasha stopped him. "Don't worry! Eddy is here to monitor every room in the house. He is like a virtual babysitter."

"Yeah, and I virtually care about your kids." Eddy remarked.

"Big D, I got this. No explosions, no goof-ups, no fires, no floods." Leo said, as Tasha pushed Davenport out the door.

"Wait, I didn't think about floods."

"Donald, let's go!" Tasha yelled.

"Okay, be careful." He finished. "There's an inflatable raft in the closet."

"Goodbye, go!" Leo rushed.

When the door finally shut and the two had left, Adam cheered, "Whoo-hoo! Party in the lab!"

"Did you not hear what Davenport just said? We're supposed to be responsible."

"Oh right, I'll be responsible for the snacks. Leo, you're responsible for blowing up that raft. Whoo-hoo! Party in the lab!" Adam cheered, running out of the lab.

"Yeah!!" Chase agreed, running out behind Adam.

"And he's worried about me?!" Leo said, following the tree into the lab.