Wednesday, 6th November 2013

The next day, the four siblings walked in the living room where their father was standing, next to a sheet, hiding something.

- "Hey, guys, check this out." Donald said. "I picked this up at auction today, and it only cost me a million dollars."

- "Wha...? For a sheet?" Adam asked, in disbelief. "Well, I guess I'd better start saving up if I'm gonna be a ghost for Halloween, next year."

Chase shook his head, in despair.

- "It's a painting, Adam, by a very famous artist named Von Schtopp." The scientist explained as he unveiled the painting.

It's hideous. The genius boy thought.

- "Hm. I wish I would have been there to 'Von Schtopp' you from buying it." Leo replied.

Agreed. The green hazel-eyed boy nodded.

- "What is it?" The tall guy asked.

- "It's abstract art, Adam. It's whatever you think it is." The father explained.

- "I think it's a crying woman." Bree said.

- "I think it's a storm at sea." The youngest Davenport replied.

- "I think someone just blew a million bucks." The short boy answered.

Donald's phone rang.

- "That's me. Davenport Industries." He smirked, before answering.

Yeah, we know. Chase thought.

- "Hello?" The scientist replied in his hone. "Uh-huh. Oh, boy. All right." He hung up. "Looks like I've got to put out a fire at work."

- "What happened?" The genius boy asked.

- "Betty from accounting got her head caught in the positron collider again." The father explained.

The teenagers grimaced.

- "Ooh!" The green hazel-eyed boy exclaimed.

- "That's gonna be messy. Can you guys put that in the art vault for me?" Donald asked.

- "Wait, you have an art vault?" The Dooley boy questioned.

- "When are you guys gonna learn? I have a everything." The scientist chuckled. "But whatever you do, do not touch the Davenportraits." He said, firmly, before walking away.

- "What's a Davenportrait?" Leo frowned.

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A few minutes later, the four teenagers were standing in the art vault, looking at the Davenportraits.

- "Am I screaming out loud, or just inside my head?" Leo asked as he held his head.

- "I'm just gonna say it: Davenport is one weird dude." Chase said.

- "Ah." Adam put the new painting on a stand. "Voilà. The Von Schto..." He started to sneeze and turned towards his siblings.

- "Ew, gross, gross, gross...!" Bree exclaimed.

- "No. No. No." The genius boy replied.

- "Turn around! Not on me!" The short boy yelled.

The tall guy sneezed and accidentally triggered his heat vision, which burned a hole through the painting.

- "Whoa." He frowned.

- "Adam, what did you do?" The green hazel-eyed boy asked, in panic.

- "Oh, I think that sneeze accidentally triggered my heat vision." The oldest Davenport replied.

- "Big D is going to freak out!" The Dooley boy exclaimed.

- "Let's not panic. This hole is barely noticeable." The youngest said, before Adam sneezed again and burned a bigger hole in the painting. "That, however, is incredibly noticeable!" He yelled.

- "Adam, if you're going to destroy paintings, do it to those!" Leo yelled and pointed at the Davenportraits.

- "Adam, I cannot believe you just destroyed Mr. Davenport's million-dollar painting!" Chase yelled.

- "Mr. Davenport's gonna kill us when he sees what happened." The bionic girl said.

- "Okay, well, maybe he won't notice if we fill the room with things that look much more hideous." The tall guy replied.

- "More hideous? Have you seen the Daven Lisa?" The Davenport girl asked.

The genius boy shuddered, in disgust.

The elevator dang, and they all scrambled to cover the ruined painting with the sheet. They leaned against the wall and tried to act naturally as Donald walked in.

- "Hey. Big D. What are you doing back?" The short boy questioned.

- "Uh, I forgot something. I forgot that I left my million-dollar painting in the hands of the four most destructive teenagers in the world!" The father exclaimed.

That's fair. The green hazel-eyed boy thought.

- "Please tell me it's okay." The scientist said.

- "It's fine." The youngest Davenport replied.

- "Looks great." Bree answered.

- "It's fine. Great." The oldest sibling, nervously, responded.

Donald started to walk to the covered painting.

- "Hey, wait." The Dooley boy stopped him. "Hey. We've already seen this one, and it's boring. I would like to know more about this beautiful..." He gestured to a painting of fruits, across the room, where his father's face was on an apple. "What are we looking at?"

- "Yeah, I remember posing for that one." The scientist smiled. "You know, it took us hours to get the fruit positioned just right?"

- "Well, you've just killed apples for me." Leo replied.

- "I was gonna be the big banana, but I thought that'd be a little too much." Donald turned to go uncover the destroyed painting.

The bionic trio stood in front of it.

- "Don't do that!" Chase exclaimed.

- "Why not?" The father frowned.

- "Because. B-Because I..." The genius boy stuttered, before wrapping his arm around the older man's shoulders. "Have an idea." He leaded him across the room. "You should pose for a Daven-Sculpture."

- "Daven-Sculpture! Yes!" The scientist exclaimed, happily, before putting his two hands on his youngest son shoulders. "Chase, your brilliance is only matched by your good taste." He said to his grinning son. "I'm gonna get to work on that right away. Oh! Get ready, guys, for six feet of stone-cold me!" He walked inside the elevator.

Six feet? The green hazel-eyed boy frowned.

- "Six feet?" The bionic girl asked.

- "There's a pedestal!" Donald yelled, offended.

The doors closed, and the teenagers looked at each other, wondering what they could do about the painting.

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Later, the oldest siblings were in the lab, when the youngest walked him with the destroyed painting.

- "Okay, Mr. Davenport's gonna be at the sculptor's studio for a few more hours. They're only up to his knees." Chase explained.

- "How do you know that?" Bree asked.

- "Because he's giving me a photo play-by-play." The genius boy showed them a picture on his phone ,and the three groaned and frowned, in disgust. His phone rang. "Not again." He threw his head back, not daring to look at his phone.

- "It's not Davenport." Adam looked at the screen, before grinning. "It's your girl friend."

The green hazel-eyed boy, quickly, looked at his phone and smiled, blushing, before texting the alien girl back.

- "You need to stop staying it like that." He said to his older brother.

- "Like what?" The tall guy asked.

Like she's my GIRLFRIEND. The youngest Davenport's cheeks reddened more.

- "Forget it." He replied.

The three older siblings grinned at each other.

- "Okay, there's got to be some way to fix this painting." Leo said.

- "I know. We can make a replica." Chase replied. "I can pull an image of the painting from my internal hard drive and project it onto a blank canvas. Then we can trace it and paint over it." He explained.

- "That'll never work. We can't paint that fast." The short boy answered.

You forget about someone. The genius boy smiled.

The bionic girl cleared her throat, loudly.

- "Hey, do you mind? We're trying to think over here." The oldest said.

The green hazel-eyed boy rolled his eyes.

- "I can paint that fast." The Davenport girl replied.

- "Good for you. Quit bragging and help us come up with a solution." Adam answered.

Bree sighed, annoyed.

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Later, in the lab, the teenagers brought a blank canvas and painting.

- "All right, here we go." Chase put his fingers on his temple, searched for a picture of the painting, before transmitting it onto the canvas from his internal hard drive. "All right, Bree, do your thing."

Bree, quickly, filled in the canvas.

She's really good at that. The genius boy smiled, widely.

- "Done and done. What do you think?" The bionic girl smiled, proudly.

- "It's perfect." The green hazel-eyed boy replied.

- "Can't tell the difference." Leo answered.

- "Still ugly." Adam said.

- "All right, well, we don't have much time. We'll go hang the replica. Adam, you take care of the original." The mission leader ordered.

- "What? What am I supposed to do with it?" The tall guy asked.

- "Hide it someplace that Mr. Davenport will never find it. Make it disappear!" Chase exclaimed.

- "Okay, but I'm gonna need a magic wand and a volunteer from the audience." The oldest replied, before looking at his sister. "How 'bout you, young lady?"

- "Just go." The Davenport girl replied.

Adam ran out.

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Later, the three youngest siblings were setting the new painting back up on the stand, in the art vault.

- "There. Mr. Davenport will never know the difference." Chase said. "Good job, sis."

- "Thanks." Bree smiled.

- "Okay, let's be honest. If it's not a mirror or his bank account, he's not really paying attention." Leo explained.

True. The genius boy thought.

Donald walked in from the elevator.

- "Hey! What are you doing down here?" He asked.

- "What are we doing down here? Well, we're...we're down here because your painting really spoke to us." The green hazel-eyed boy explained, before, nervously, smiled.

- "That's right, and it said, uh, 'I'm lonely. Come hang out with me'." The bionic girl chuckled. "It's a lot like you that way."

The father glared at her, offended, before looking closely at the painting.

- "Did you guys really think I wouldn't notice?" He asked.

- "What do you mean?" The youngest questioned.

- "You are looking at it upside down." The scientist scoffed and flipped the painting.

The teenagers acted amazed.

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Thursday, 7th November 2013

The next day, Chase was walking to the school.

- "Chase!" Maddie yelled from behind.

The genius boy turned around.

- "Hey, Mads." He smiled.

- "You didn't text me back." The alien girl said.

- "Yes, I did." The green hazel-eyed boy frowned and took out his phone. "Oh. I forgot to hit send." The blue-eyed girl laughed. "Don't laugh at me. I was in a very stressful situation." He explained.

- "What happened?" The Matthews girl asked.

- "Adam destroyed our dad's new painting." The Davenport boy replied. "We had to make a replica."

- "I swear Adam is as chaotic as Leo." Maddie chuckled.

- "I know." Chase laughed. "How can they be so much chaotic?"

- "I don't know." The alien girl shrugged.

- "Wanna come home after school, to study for our AP chemistry test?" The genius boy asked.

- "Sure. We walked to your house together, or I meet you there?" The blue-eyed girl questioned.

- "Together?" The green hazel-eyed smiled.

- "Okay. I'll meet you, at your locker." The Matthews girl replied.

- "Alright." The Davenport boy nodded. "I'll see you, later."

- "Yep." Maddie smiled.

- "Bye, Mads." Chase walked away, smiling.

The alien girl pressed her lips together to stop herself from smiling more.

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Later, the siblings walked in the mansion with their best friend, while Donald stood in front of the painting.

- "There you are." He said.

- "It was him!" The three oldest siblings pointed at Chase, who looked at them, in shock.

Maddie snickered.

- "Just take the hit. We all know you're his favorite." Bree explained as Adam pushed his youngest brother towards their father.

That's true. The alien girl smiled.

- "Good news. I sold the painting." The scientist grinned.

Shit. The blue-eyed girl thought.

- "What? Why?" The genius boy asked.

- "Some Wall Street guy emailed me and said he'd buy it for a million more than I paid for it." Donald chuckled. "Guy came by, looked it over, and he went straight to the bank." The doorbell rang. "Hear that? That, my friends, is a seven-figure ding-dong. Money's comin' Money! Money, money, money." He sang as he walked towards the door, before opening it to several FBI agents.

- "Donald Davenport?" One man asked.

- "Uh-huh." The father replied.

- "I'm Special Agent Ryker." The man showed his badge, before walking in. "We got a call from a prospective buyer that you were attempting to sell forged art." He explained.

- "Forged art? What are you talking about?" The scientist questioned.

- "I am talking about this." The agent walked over the new painting. "The buyer reported that this canvas still had the price tag attached and that it was purchased at the art depot..." He flipped over the tag. "On sale."

- "I don't understand." Donald said.

- "It's when a store offers a product at a discount. Mr. Davenport, selling fake art is a felony. You could be facing up to 20 years in prison." Ryker handcuffed Donald.

- "20 years?" Leo asked, in disbelief. "Well, at least you'll be out in time for Adam's graduation."

The four teenagers nodded in agreement.

- "Guess I'd better start studying." The tall guy scoffed.

- "I don't understand how this could have happened. That painting is an original. It's got an I.D chip embedded in the canvas. Scan it." The father said.

Ryker scanned the painting and the scanner buzzed.

- "That, sir, is the bad buzz. Which means no chip." He explained. "But there is a Chip in prison, and he is mean."

Two agents started walking away with Donald.

- "Wait." The bionic girl stopped them. "He is telling the truth. We painted the fake."

- "You what?" The father asked.

- "We accidentally ruined the real painting, so we forged a copy so you wouldn't find out." Chase explained.

- "You what?" The scientist shouted.

- "Okay, we're going to have to act it out for him. Chase, you be the painting." The oldest sibling grabbed his youngest brother's shoulders. "I'll sneeze a hole in you."

The genius boy pushed his brother's hands away.

- "If you do that, I'll attach you to the flag, at school, by your underwear." The Matthews girl whispered to Adam, who hid behind Leo.

The green hazel-eyed boy shook his head and smiled.

- "Mads." He warned, in a whisper, pretending to be mad.

- "Yes?" The blue-eyed girl smiled, coyly, at him.

- "You're impossible." Chase chuckled, softly.

Maddie smirked.

She is so pretty. The genius boy blushed slightly, before turning his back to her.

- "Look, I'm sure this is a big misunderstanding." Donald said. "Chase, go get the original and show it to the nice man with the big badge and the tiny little scanner."

- "Sure." The youngest sibling started to walk away, before realizing he did not know where it was. "Wait. Adam, where is it?"

- "Oh, I threw it in the dumpster at school." The tall guy smiled.

- "What?" The green hazel-eyed boy asked, in disbelief.

- "You told me put it where he wouldn't look. Did he look there? No. You're welcome." The oldest sibling replied.

- "Okay, maybe it's still there. If we get it back, will you let him go?" The Davenport girl asked the agent.

- "I suppose. If you produce the original, then his story checks out, but until then, I've got a warrant to search the place." Ryker explained.

- "For what?" The father asked.

- "Any forged art. We'll have to check every room in the house." The agent replied. "Don't worry, we'll be careful."

The other agents, immediately, started searching the living room, tossing aside their furniture and fragile possessions, carelessly.

- "I'm calling my mom. You need a lawyer." Maddie took out her phone, before walking further away to call her mother.

- "Good idea." Chase replied.

- "Relax, Big D. You didn't break any laws that they know of." Leo replied.

- "Look, have you thought about what happens when they find the lab and how to explain it? That would be bad!" The scientist whispered.

- "Hey, don't worry about this. I got it." Adam said, before walking to Ryker. "Hey! Mr. Agent. We've got nothing to hide. But say we did, how would we go about doing that?"

The genius boy pulled him away.

- "The three of you go find that painting." Donald whispered. "Leo, you stay here with Maddison and me and help me distract these agents."

- "Maddie, too?" Bree asked.

- "Yeah, she's good at talking to people." The short boy replied.

- "True." The green hazel-eyed boy smiled as he looked in awe at the girl, across the room.

The bionic trio ran out. Maddie walked back to the father and his son.

- "Mom doesn't answer. She's probably still in trial." She explained.

She took out her phone and filmed the agents, destroying stuff all over the house.

- "What are you doing, Dee?" The Dooley boy asked.

- "I'm taking videos of what they are doing. Davenport will need evidences of everything they destroyed if he wants to repay." The alien girl explained.

- "So..." Leo walked over to the agent, with his father and best friend. "You're an art cop. Hope you don't plan on framing us." He said. "I'm sorry; this is my first brush with the law." He chuckled.

The Matthews girl chuckled.

- "Leo, stop it. Let these men do their jobs and canvas the area." Donald laughed with the childhood best friends.

- "Please, don't make me get the German shepherd." Ryker replied.

- "So, what made you want to become a federal agent?" The blue-eyed girl asked. "Did you always wanted to do that, or you had like an illumination?"

- "I dreamed about being in the FBI since I was a young man." The agent answered.

- "And you accomplished your dream, your mini-you must be proud." Maddie smiled.

Ryker thought for a second.

- "Yes, he must be." He walked further away.

- "You're so good at that." The short boy said.

- "I read his mind. I know how to be on his good side." The alien girl grinned and followed Ryker.

- "This is so cool and creepy, at the same time." The Dooley boy told his father.

- "Agreed. When I discovered about her powers, I wanted her to prove it to me. So, she told me things that nobody knows about." The scientist explained.

- "She did it to me, too, when we were six. It's creepy as fuck." Leo replied.

Donald nodded.

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Later, the bionic trio was searching the dumpster at school. The youngest were inside it.

- "Ugh! Sticky! Ugh! Squishy! Aah! It's moving!" Bree yelled and hit her younger brother to move to the other side of the dumpster.

- "Adam, where is the painting?" Chase asked.

- "I don't know, it should be in here. I just threw it out this morning." Adam replied.

- "Okay, this is disgusting." The bionic girl complained. "Can't Davenport just go off to jail for a little while?" She asked.

Perry walked up to the dumpster, holding a garbage bag.

- "Hey! School's over. Go home and make your parents miserable." She said.

- "Principal Perry, what are you doing here?" The genius boy questioned.

- "Getting rid of expired cafeteria meat. If you ask me, it's still good. Meat's always expired. It's dead!" The principal explained, before throwing the meal in the dumpster, next to Bree.

- "I can't be here. I don't want to be here. Get me out!" The bionic girl yelled.

- "Oh, man up, Mary. The maggots don't set in until the noon sun hits." Perry threw another trash bag and the Davenport girl squealed, in disgust. "So...you guys are dumpster divers like me, huh?" She smiled.

- "Nope, but thanks for that little glimpse into your life." The green hazel-eyed boy sassed.

- "You, twerps, are gonna have to dive elsewhere. I've already hauled out all the good stuff. Found the perfect painting to use as last obstacle in my golf course!" The principal explained, excited.

- "Painting?" Bree asked.

- "Painting?" Chase questioned.

- "Golf course?" The tall guy asked, excited.

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The school main hallway was covered in various rubbish items, set up as an amateur golf course. The youngest Davenport was holding the principal's golf club.

- "So, this is why you pick through the trash?" Bree asked.

- "I know this may come as a shock, but being a principal isn't as glamorous as I make it look." Perry replied. "So, I've created for myself a fancy little country club." She said with an Irish accent.

- "With trash. That is glamorous." Chase scoffed.

- "You just lost yourself a caddy job, Tiny Woods." The principal grabbed the golf club from the genius boy. "So, the tee is right there. I shoot through the lifesaver, over to the speakers, off the bongos, then the tennis racket, over to the vacuum, up to the fan, over the umbrella, into the rain gutter, up the treadmill, through the hole in the painting, into the helmet." She explained. "Back in my glory days, I was on the pro circuit. Gotta keep my skills sharp." She bent down, in front of the bionic trio, who groaned, in disgust, as they looked away.

I didn't need that engrave in my mind. The green hazel-eyed boy shuddered.

- "Guys, getting this painting back is gonna be a lot more difficult than I thought." He whispered to his siblings.

- "Why don't we just grab it and run?" Adam walked towards the principal.

Chase grabbed his brother's arm to stop him.

- "The woman is holding a metal club, and I don't think she's afraid to use it." He said.

- "Heads up. I'm more power than accuracy, so cover anything you don't want a golf ball to smash." Perry explained and the bionic trio, quickly, backed up and hid behind a column. "Whoo!" Perry whacked the ball, smashing a window in the process. "Aahh! Ugh! Chimp pickles!" She complained.

- "Um, you know what would make this course a lot easier? Removing this painting." Bree walked over the painting and took it.

- "Get your hands off my junk!" The principal yelled. "I waded through biohazard waste to get to that."

- "Look, Principal Perry, this painting is our dad's, and Adam accidentally threw it away, but it's really important that we get it back." The bionic girl explained.

- "Oh. I'm sorry. I can't give it back. It has sentimental value." Perry replied.

- "But you just found it." The Davenport girl frowned.

- "Not to me. To you!" The principal laughed and grabbed the painting from Bree's hands. "Playing through!"

She's insane. The genius boy thought and sent a text to his best friend to explain the situation.

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In the meanwhile, the FBI was still searching the mansion. Ryker leaded the cuffed Donald around the house with the childhood best friends.

- "That's how I met my husband." The agent said.

- "That is so sweet." Maddie smiled. "You, guys, had a meet-cute."

- "Yes." Ryker chuckled, softly.

- "Well, last room in the house and no forged art, so as soon as the kids get back with that original painting, I am scot-free." The father smiled as the agent uncuffed him. "You know, interestingly enough, I went to high school with a guy named Scott Free, and ironically, he went to jail."

- "You talk a lot. You know who else talks a lot? People with something to hide." Ryker replied.

- "Well, then you should probably go find some of those." The scientist chuckled. "This has been nice."

An agent took a painting off the wall to reveal the button of the secret elevator, leading to the lab.

- "What's that?" Ryker asked.

- "That? That... That is a... That's a... That's a doorbell." The father lied.

- "A doorbell?" The agent questioned.

- "Yeah." Donald replied.

- "Inside the house?" Ryker asked.

- "Mm-hmm, sure. Well, I mean, I have the one that rings inside the house. This one rings outside so I can mess with the pizza guy when he comes." The scientist explained. "You know, bing-bong, bing-bong, bing... I hate pizza." He chuckled, awkwardly.

Genius, my ass. The alien girl shook her head.

- "What are you doing?" Leo mouthed.

- "I don't know." The father mouthed.

The agent pressed the button and the elevator became visible.

- "You have a secret elevator?" He asked.

- "'Course, I have a secret elevator. Who doesn't have a secret elevator?" Donald explained. "Right, Leo? Right, Maddison?"

- "Right!" The Matthews girl smiled.

- "Right! We're... we're rich. We need to blow our money on something!" The short boy replied.

- "True. If I had half of their money, I would do crazy things." The blue-eyed girl smiled.

No, I would not, but I am more responsible than he is. She thought.

- "What are you hiding, Davenport?" Ryker asked.

- "Nothing! Nothing! We're not hiding anything!" The scientist yelled. "Right, Leo?"

- "Right!" The Dooley boy exclaimed, nervously.

- "Well, then, I guess you wouldn't mind if we take a look." The agent said.

- "No, we don't mind at all. Right, Leo?" The father asked.

- "Will you stop saying that!" Leo shouted.

- "Let's go." Ryker said as his agents leaded the trio towards the elevator.

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Later, at school, the bionic trio was still looking at their principal's golf course.

- "Guys, we have to get that painting back from Perry." Chase said.

- "Look, I have an idea. Just follow my lead." Adam replied and walked over to the principal. "Principal Perry!" He yelled.

- "Ugh!" Perry groaned as she missed her shot. "What do you want?"

- "Look, how 'bout if we make this shot, you give us the painting." The tall guy suggested.

- "Done. But if you miss the shot, then you three have to cut all the grass on the football field for the rest of the year." The principal agreed.

- "Deal." The oldest said.

- "With these mustache scissors." Perry held up tiny scissors.

Why? The genius boy frowned.

- "Why do you have mustache scissors?" Bree asked.

- "Why do you ask so many questions?" The principal complained. Adam stepped up to the shot. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. I don't play co-ed." She stopped him. "I'm not a savage. This course is ladies only. Which means...she has to take the putt." She gave the golf club to the Davenport girl. "Good luck, skirt." She walked further away.

- "I-I've never played golf before in my life!" The bionic girl said to her brothers.

- "Don't worry. I'll use my molecular kinesis to guide the ball." The green hazel-eyed boy whispered.

- "Quit your mutter and grab your putter! Let's do this!" Perry yelled.

Bree swung and Perry blew a trumpet to mess up her shot. The youngest Davenport guided the ball throughout the course.

- "Wow, she put a crazy spin on that one, huh?" The tall guy chuckled.

The mission leader continued to guide the ball until it got stuck in the gutter and Perry cackled.

- "Chase, where's the ball?" The oldest sibling asked.

- "It must have got stuck in the pipe!" Chase whisper-yelled.

- "I win, I win, I win!" Perry jumped, repeatedly, and knocked the ball loose. "Huh? Oh. Uh-oh."

The ball completed the rest of the course and landed in the helmet, under the painting.

- "Yes!" The genius boy exclaimed.

Adam high-fived his brother and sister, before hugging her as Perry started shrieking.

- "Get the painting!" The green hazel-eyed boy said, through his gritted teeth.

The tall guy grabbed the painting and the trio ran out.

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Meanwhile, the agents were in the elevator with Donald and the two childhood best friends, listening to a recording of the scientist singing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'.

- "Is that you singing?" Leo asked his father.

- "You don't recognize his voice?" Maddie frowned.

- "Yeah." The father replied. "It's new. I thought I'd spice things up a little bit. If you want a copy, I still have 3,000 CDs left."

- "I think I can speak for everyone when I say, 'We're good'." The short boy replied and everyone nodded.

- "I rather rip off my ears than listening to THAT, again." The blue-eyed girl answered.

- "I like you, kid." Ryker smiled.

The alien girl smiled, softly.

- "I'm glad, you're not a singer." She said to the Davenport man.

Donald glared at her, offended. The door of the elevator opened on the art vault.

- "And this is my art vault." He explained.

- "So you're not a forger, but you have a secret room full of copied paintings." The agent said.

- "These are originals." The father replied.

- "That I believe." Ryker answered. "If you ask me, these paintings should hang themselves." He walked away.

- "When are they gonna get here with that painting?" The scientist whispered.

- "I've been texting them. Adam says they are playing putt-putt with Perry." The Dooley boy murmured.

- "What does that mean?" Donald asked.

- "I don't want to know." Leo whispered.

- "According to what Chase told me: Perry used the painting for a golf course. The only way to get it back was for Bree to play against her and win." The Matthews girl explained.

- "Aaaah." Father and son replied, simultaneously, as they, finally, understood.

- "Which she did, so they are on their way." Maddie continued.

- "We have to distract these agents before they find the lab." The father whispered.

- "On it." The short boy walked to the agent. "Hey, wanna hear a joke?"

- "No." Ryker replied.

- "Twenty Questions?" The Dooley boy asked.

- "No." The agent denied.

- "A poem it is." Leo answered. "'When the night turns into dawn, lights, shadows, a new day has begun'."

- "Hey, I've got one for you." Ryker stopped him. "'Roses are red, Violets are blue, Stop talking'." The agent said, and the blue-eyed girl snickered. "Okay, it looks like this room is clear."

- "Well, since that's the last room in the house, I guess that means..." The scientist started.

- "You've got another floor." The agent stopped him.

- "N-no, I don't." Donald replied.

- "Then what was that unlabeled button on the elevator's control panel?" Ryker asked.

- "Uh... That would be a question for the elevator operator, and he is not here today." The father explained. "Right, Leo?"

- "I am not going to jail with you." The short boy replied.

The alien girl slapped him upside the head.

- "You either take us there, or I'll make you take us there." The agent threatened.

The elevator doors opened, and the trio walked in with the painting.

- "We have the painting!" Chase exclaimed.

- "Finally." The Matthews girl sighed.

Mads is here? He frowned.

- "Ha! They have the painting! I'm free!" The scientist yelled, in a high-pitched voice, and hugged the agent. "I'm free! I mean, thank you for coming, officer." He said with a more 'manly' voice.

- "Yeah, this proves that Mr. Davenport is innocent." Bree said.

- "Proves." Donald repeated.

- "Well, I'll be the judge of that, Miss." Ryker scanned the painting and the scanner beeped. "Kid's right. It checks out. Sorry about the inconvenience, Mr. Davenport. Good luck with your singing career. You've, um... really got something." He walked inside the elevator.

- "My album's available online, so..." The father replied.

- "I'll walk you out." Maddie, quickly, looked at Donald, before walking in the elevator with all the agents.

What the heck was that look? The genius boy thought. And she didn't look surprise about the secret elevator. This is so weird. He frowned. I need to stop. I can't be suspicious of Mads. She has nothing to hide. He shook his head.

- "What's an album?" The Dooley boy asked.

The father glared at him.

- "That was close. Too close. The feds were just about to discover the lab." He explained to the siblings.

- "We didn't mean for any of this to happen. Things just got out of hand. We're really sorry, Mr. Davenport." The bionic girl apologized.

- "Yeah. We promise we'll always tell you the truth." The green hazel-eyed boy replied.

- "Yeah." Adam sighed. "You're selfish, you're bossy, and I wish I didn't, but I love your voice. Man, I'm so happy I got that off my chest." He smiled.

- "Give me that." Donald grabbed the painting from his oldest son's hands and displayed it.

- "It's destroyed. Why are you putting it up?" Leo asked.

- "So that every time you look at it, you'll remember that you owe me a million dollars." The father explained, smiling as he patted the bionic brothers' backs.

Fair enough. Chase nodded.

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Friday, 8th November 2013

The next day, the quintet was in the kitchen.

- "Ah. Okay. Here's a shot: Off the rail, hit the rock, off that thing, off the post, off the guitar, off the front door, and into the umbrella stand." Adam explained.

- "No way." Chase replied.

- "Never." Leo answered.

- "I need to spend more time with you." Bree said to her best friend.

- "Definitely." Maddie nodded.

The tall guy whacked the ball.

- "Fore!" He yelled.

Donald walked in with a painting as the ball whacked around the room.

- "Good news! I got a new Von Schtopp!" He exclaimed.

The golf ball hurled towards him and ripped a hole in the new painting, landing in the umbrella stand. The scientist shrieked.

- "Whoo-hoo! Hole in one! Ohh!" The oldest sibling exclaimed.

The father dropped the painting and started screaming.

- "Shit." The alien girl murmured.

- "Mads." The genius boy clicked his tongue.

- "I know. I know. Language. I'm sorry." The Matthews girl replied. "I meant 'crap'."

The green hazel-eyed boy rolled his eyes, amused.

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