"I got a new lab! I got a new lab! I got a new lab!" Donald sang gleefully, leading his family downstairs.

"Woah, woah, woah," Bree said, "I think you mean, 'we got a new lab.'"

"Excuse me, did we pay to rebuild it?" He asked sarcastically.

"Do you sleep in a glass box?"

Donald paused. "We got a new lab! We got a new lab! And here it is."

The sliding doors opened to reveal a short purple tunnel. Inside was a totally revamped lab. There were new cyberdesks and nicer capsules, and hexagons patterned the floor and walls.

"Guys, look at all these upgrades!" Chase breathed. "Mr. Davenport, this place is amazing."

"Of course it is! I designed it," Donald smiled.

Leo cleared his throat.

Donald groaned. "Fine! We designed it! We, we!" He sighed and walked to the middle of the room, gesturing to different objects. "Upgraded capsules, bam! Quantum processing super computer, bam! Four-dimensional combat simulator, bam! This, my friends, is what a multi-million dollar makeover looks like."

"Is there a mini fridge?" Adam asked.

"No," Donald replied.

Adam turned to Chase. "I bet our real dad's lab has a mini fridge."

"Wait, Leo, where's your work station?" Maeve asked.

Leo smiled and took Donald's iPad, stepping over to the side of the room. "This way, children." Leo clicked a button on the iPad. One of the hexagons on the floor sank down and then rose back up with a desk and computer set up. "Floor in the lab is compartmentalized, meaning we can store things in it! May I?"

Donald nodded.

"Bam!" Leo exclaimed.

Suddenly, Chase turned his head and gasped. "Is that a nuclear magnetic resonant spectrometer?" He practically leapt to the other end of the lab, where there was a metal stand holding some sparking red thing. Chase smiled wide. "I've never seen one in person before! It's so beautiful."

"...Why am I jealous of an inanimate object?" Maeve frowned, half-joking.

"Mr. Davenport, how did you afford all this?" Bree questioned.

"Well, I used some of the money from the jet-wing stunt, but the rest of it I got from a huge government contract I just signed," said Donald. "I am developing a rocket system to protect the earth from rogue asteroids. Thanks to this little baby, I'm on my way back up Rich Man Mountain, and whoo! The air smells better up here!"

Maeve and Bree exchanged annoyed glances as Donald breathed in.

"Oh, wait, there's one more thing I forgot to show you," Donald said, typing on his cyberdesk.

"Mini fridge?" Adam gasped.

"There's no mini fridge!"

"But there is me!" A familiar voice jeered.

The family groaned to see Eddie smiling from his screen on the wall.

"Hello, friends! And I use the term 'friends' loosely because you're not my friends, and I hate you," he said.

"Did you really have to bring Eddie back?" Bree said.

"Yeah, I don't know that I'm okay with that," Chase frowned.

"Well then you definitely won't be okay with this!" Eddie laughed.

The hexagon Chase was standing on suddenly dropped down, taking Chase with it. Bree and Adam laughed as Maeve gasped.

"Bam!" Eddie smiled.

"Hey, bring him back," Maeve scolded.

"Oh, hush, blondie! I don't take orders from girls like you."

Maeve was taken aback. She generated a ball of water in her hand, holding her arm up, threatening. "Excuse me?"

Eddie frowned. "Okay, okay, alright, calm down!"

The floor rose back up, carrying a very annoyed Chase.

-

Maeve and her friends walked into the parking lot of the school. They watched as a flashy red car drove loudly around the lot in circles. 

"That jerk has been doing donuts in the school parking lot all morning," Bree stated.

"I know," smiled Adam. "Finally, a good reason to come to school."

"Guys, look out!" Chase grabbed onto Maeve and pushed his friends out of the way. The car skidded up to where they had just been standing, knocking over a trash can on its way.

Principal Perry stepped out of the car. "What's up?"

"What are you doing?" asked Leo.

"Pushing the envelope on this little baby's rollover specs," Perry explained.

"How did you afford this?" Adam's brow furrowed.

"Your daddy gave me my first payment for keeping your little bionic secret!" She answered. "So naturally, I went out and bought my dream car, a barrel of pudding, and a lifetime supply of kitty litter. The fancy kind that clumps!"

"...I think we have different definitions of 'fancy'," Bree replied.

Perry rolled her eyes. Bree, Maeve, Leo, Adam, and Chase began to head inside, but Perry walked after them.

"So, you guys are bionic. How's that work? Can you recharge my cell phones? Do you have vacuum attachments? Can you turn into wolves?!" She gasped, following them into the lobby.

"Not yet, but I did put that in the suggestion box," Adam smiled.

"Come on," Perry whined. "There's gotta be more you're not telling me. Spill! Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme..."

"She's not gonna stop, is she?" Bree frowned.

"What do you think?" Replied Leo.

"Okay, okay!" Adam groaned. "We use our bionics to go on missions."

Perry gasped. "Missions? I would be so good on missions. I can see it now!"

They watched as Perry stared off into space.

"Is she okay?" Chase asked.

"I think she's having a hallucination..." Maeve grimaced.

"Please, make it stop!" said Leo.

Perry snapped out of her trance. "So, when do we go on our first mission? Do I get nunchucks? I want nunchucks. I want nunchucks."

The whole day went basically like that, with her unrelenting whining. By the end, Maeve thought Perry's voice was drilled permanently into her skull.

"Man, I'm exhausted. Perry's been nagging me all day about going on a mission," Chase sighed, setting his backpack down.

"What's up, mission buds?" Perry called. They turned to see her walking into the living room.

"What are you doing here? How did you get in our house?!" Bree exclaimed.

"I used the doggie door," Perry answered.

Chase narrowed his eyes. "We don't have a doggie door."

"You do now!" Perry held up a saw and laughed. "So, when are we going on our mission?"

"We don't know. It's not like these things just happen every day," Maeve shrugged.

"That's cool, I'll wait," said Perry.

"You can't stay here," Bree scoffed.

"Au contraire, Cinderfrella," Perry snapped. "I can do whatever I want. And if that means waiting here for six months until a mission comes up, so be it." She sat on the couch and grabbed the TV remote. "Delete all recordings? Yes!"

Maeve and her friends gasped.

"Might as well get comfortable! You kids wanna help me with a perm?" Perry asked.

Adam gasped. "Sure!"

"No!" Bree yelled as Perry walked over to the kitchen. "This ends now."

"Well, what are we supposed to do?" asked Chase. "It's not like we can take her on a real mission."

"So we take her on a fake one," Maeve suggested.

Bree nodded. "We can blindfold her, say we're at some remote site, and then just take her down to the lab."

"No. No," Chase shook his head. "You know Mr. Davenport's rules. No outsiders in the lab ever."

"Who wants to help me with my hard-to-reach spots?" Perry called from the kitchen, trying to give herself a perm.

"And I'm in," Chase said.

-

Maeve and Chase stood in their mission suits in the lab, waiting for Adam and Bree to fetch Perry for the fake mission. Maeve laid on the floor, coloring a picture and watching as Chase further examined the lab. He looked so at home, studying each scientific invention with peaked interest. It was kind of nice to just be in the lab with him, comfortable silence.

Chase reached the same invention he had been freaking out over earlier. He looked so excited to even be in its presence, like he couldn't contain his happiness.

Maeve set down her coloring book and sat up. "So, what does that - the... nuclear... resident... spectometer - do?"

Chase looked over to her and smiled. "It's a nuclear magnetic resonance spectrometer. It was invented in 1945 to analyze molecular structure of different materials. I've always wanted to use one."

Maeve stood up and walked over to Chase and the spectrometer. It was kind of pretty, sparkling a bright red.

"How?" She asked.

"In a magnetic field, an atom's nucleus start to act kind of like a magnet. You can use radio waves to produce resonance signals that will excite the nuclei of the atoms in your sample. It has these radio receivers to examine the intramolecular magnetic field and detect the resonance frequency so you can see the molecule's structure, functional groups, compounds, almost anything!"

Maeve cocked her head, staring blankly at him, nothing but a smile on her face.

"You don't know what any of that means, do you?"

"No... but I like listening to you talk," she giggled.

He furrowed his brow a little. "Why?"

Maeve shrugged. "It makes you happy. You get really excited when you talk about science. It's cute."

Chase seemed happy at this, as he blushed a little and laughed. Grinning widely, Maeve kissed him on the forehead. He wasn't one to show affection through physical touch, but he never seemed to mind when Maeve did.

-

Finally, they retrieved Perry. They blindfolded her and led her down to the lab.

"Alright, here we are," Adam said.

"Woah, we got to the mission site fast!" Perry gasped.

"Uh, yeah," Chase said. "That's cause we took a hyper loop. It moves at the speed of sound."

"I know. This isn't my first teen spy mission," Perry scoffed. "Why am I blindfolded?"

"Cause... we're bionic. Your human eyes can't take the radiation of the hyper loop," Chase lied.

"What about the rest of my body?" Perry asked.

Bree laughed. "You're on your own with that."

Chase removed Perry's blindfold and she looked around the lab in awe.

"Where are we?" she breathed. "Are we in space?"

"Uh, we're at an enemy base on the other side of-" Chase began. When he realized Perry was not listening to him, he snapped his fingers to regain her attention. "We're at an enemy base on the other side of the world. We have to access their computers and download sensitive information."

"Oh," Perry nodded in understanding. "Where's my uniform?"

"Uh, you don't get one," Adam said. "The tailor says science hasn't caught up to that yet."

"Okay, so what do I do?" Perry walked over to a cyberdesk and grabbed a laser gun. "If a bad guy shows up, I call dibs on wasting him."

"No, no, no, no," Maeve rushed over, prying the gun out of Perry's hands. "We don't waste people."

"Just stand guard," Chase instructed, positioning a frustrated Perry near the door.

"Got it!" Perry huffed. "Don't worry. When they see me, they'll run."

"I don't doubt that," Bree grinned. Maeve and Adam laughed.

Perry wandered around, picking up random objects.

"Hey," Chase snapped. "Look, look, just sit- stop. Sit down and stop touching stuff."

"Hey, I'm on a mission now, too," she cried. "And I don't have to take any-"

"Sit down!" Maeve and her friends yelled in unison.

"Fine!" Perry planted herself into a chair and laid her head on the cyberdesk.

As Maeve and her friends walked off, Perry took out a juice box and angrily stabbed it with the straw. Juice droplets flew from the box, causing the cyberdesk to spark.

"Gah, oopsie!" Perry jumped from her seat.

"What'd you do?! That's a brand-new console!" Chase exclaimed.

"So what?" Perry said. "It's not yours. What do you care?"

Chase scoffed. "Because... if we leave the place a mess, we're no better than they are."

As Maeve and Chase tried to clean up the desk, Perry wandered to the other cyberdesk.

"Ooh, live satellite feed!" She stared, mesmerized, at the computer. "Let's pull up the school. I wanna see if the sheriffs are still sniffing around for me."

Perry was typing on the computer when suddenly, an alarm blared.

"What was that?" Bree asked.

"I didn't do it!" Perry backed away from the cyberdesk.

Chase made his way over to the computer. "Guys, she just activated Mr. Davenport's defense program and fired a rocket at Mission Creek High!"

"Hey, what a coincidence! We go there!" Adam laughed.

Chase shook his head. "This is really bad. That rockets gonna hit the school, and the place is packed. Tonight is the state championship."

"Plus, Leo's there on a date with Janelle," Bree added.

Adam sighed. "Two disasters in one night. Poor Leo."

Maeve hit him lightly on the arm.

"Okay, what's really going on here?" Perry asked.

"Principal Perry, we're not at an enemy base," Bree explained. "We're actually in our lab, which is in the basement of our house."

Perry stomped her foot angrily. "You tricked me?! I hate being tricked! Do you know how many magicians I've made disappear?"

Eddie appeared on the screen on the wall. "Hey, what's the deal with Señorita Sausage Paws?"

"What is that?" Perry asked.

"I'm Eddie," he answered. "Their smart home security system."

"I'm Terry Perry, their principal, moral compass, and 1984 log-splitting champion of Alberta, Canada, men's division."

"I thought I recognized the beard!" Eddie laughed.

"It was a 'stache!" Perry lunged at the screen.

Bree held her back. "Principal Perry! Focus, focus! There is a rocket headed toward our school and we have to stop it."

"No, not the school! All my wrestling equipment is in there!" Perry cried.

"And the students!" Maeve said.

"Guys, we only have four minutes until this thing hits," Chase warned. "Mr. Davenport redesigned everything about this lab. I can't figure out how to stop it."

Adam shook his head and sighed. "This is the kind of crisis that calls for a chilled beverage. Oh, wait!"

Chase typed on the cyberdesk. Suddenly, the alarm began to sound again as the lab doors closed.

"Wait, what was that? What just happened?" Bree exclaimed.

"Your mission leader just put you on lockdown," Eddie taunted. "Now no one can get in or out. Well, except me. Later, losers."

Eddie's screen shut off.

"We've gotta call Leo and tell everyone to get out of there," Bree said, rushing to grab her phone. "There's no service!"

"The lockdown must be blocking our cell phone signal," Chase frowned.

"Multi-million dollar makeover, and he couldn't install a landline?" Adam said. "Genius, my butt."

Maeve nodded.

"Man, I'm gonna miss that school," Adam sighed. "Well, I should get to bed. It's a school night."

Someone pounded on the door.

It was Donald. "What's going on in there?!"

"Finally, Mr. Davenport's here!" Bree exclaimed.

Maeve and Chase ran to the door.

"Wait!" Adam yelled. "It could be a trap."

They rolled their eyes and moved up to the door.

"Uh, hey, Mr. Davenport!" Chase began. "Don't worry! Everything is fine."

"Of course it is!" Donald said from behind the door. "That's why I got an alert on my phone that the lab is on lockdown! What's going on?"

"Well... remember your rocket program?" Chase asked hesitantly.

"Yes!" Donald seethed.

"Perry may have accidentally..."

"...Sent one to hit our high school," Bree winced.

"Perry?!" Donald squawked.

"Hi, Don," Perry said, upset that they had blamed her.

"Nobody touch anything! I'm gonna try and hack my way into my own security program," Donald said. "It's not accepting my override command. Why did I have to design it so perfectly?"

"Even in a crisis, that ego does not quit," Maeve remarked.

Donald continued. "Adam, would you mind using your strength to destroy my brand new lab doors?"

As Adam prepared to attack, Perry ran up to them with a laser gun. "Back up, Jumbo! I got this."

"No!" Bree, Maeve, and Chase shouted.

"Yes!" Adam grinned.

Perry pulled the trigger. An energy blast bounced against the door, coming straight back to hit her. She screamed as she was thrown into the cyberdesk.

The doors opened and Donald ran inside.

"Wow, she opened it!" Adam breathed. "Maybe we should add her to the team."

Donald rolled his eyes. Perry laid collapsed on the floor, stirring slightly. Maeve and Chase moved to help her sit up. Bree super-sped away, returning with an ice pack and placing it against Perry's head.

"I should be able to shut down the rocket remotely from here," he said, typing on his cyberdesk. "I just have to switch everything to the satellite feed."

"Satellite feed," Perry giggled, delirious from her injury.

"You okay?" Bree asked her. "You look weird...er than normal."

"Course I'm okay!" Perry smiled, removing her ice pack. She looked up at Donald and gasped. "Mr. Whiskers! Come to mama!"

Perry cooed as she tried to pet Donald.

"Get her off me. Get her off me!" Donald complained. "How could you let her down here? She's shedding. You are all grounded forever! Times three! Times pi!"

Perry stumbled away, delirious, as Donald returned to his computer. "The rocket's too close to its target. I can't stop it from here."

"Chase, can't you slow it down with your molecular kinesis?" Bree stammered.

Chase paused. "Not something that big traveling that fast."

"It's only three minutes from its target," Donald said. "We have to evacuate that school. Adam, Bree, go!"

Adam scoffed. "Is it too much to ask for a 'please'?"

"Go!" He yelled.

Bree grabbed his arm and they super-sped off.

Chase looked at Maeve solemnly. "You think they can do it?"

She looked down. "They have to."

"Mr. Whiskers, time for a rubby-rub-rub on your tummy-tum-tum!" Perry hugged Donald from behind, who began to run away. "Mr. Whiskers, bad boy! Mr. Whiskers!"

Maeve and Chase tried to ignore the shit show behind them.

"I don't know. I don't know what I'm gonna do if..." He shook his head.

Maeve placed a hand on his arm, lightly tracing her fingertips against his body. "Me neither. I hate just having to sit here and wait."

"Yeah, I wish we could do something to help."

Maeve paused. "I wish I had never suggested this stupid fake mission."

He looked at her, his gaze worried, but soft. "We all decided to do it. And it was Perry who launched the missile. It's not your fault."

Donald and Perry approached. Perry seemed a bit less delirious.

"I really hope they can do it," Donald said.

Chase and Maeve agreed. 

"Look!" Donald pointed at the computer. "Something's hurtling towards the rocket."

"Huh, that looks like my new car," Perry squinted. "That is my new car!"

They watched on the screen as the car crashed into the rocket. Upon collision, both objects exploded in midair.

"Yes!" Chase, Maeve, and Donald exclaimed.

"No!" Perry cried.

Maeve hugged Chase. She supposed debris and fragments would still fall down to earth, but that was a lot better than the whole rocket.

-

"So it's an actual mission this time?" Perry asked them as they returned to the lab the next day. She was blindfolded yet again.

"No, we're going on a pancake run," Chase said sarcastically.

"Yes!" She gasped.

"No, calm down, I'm kidding."

Perry grumbled.

Adam stepped forward. "We're in dangerous enemy territory somewhere in a place called... New Labistan."

Perry walked a few steps and took off her blindfold in excitement, but her smile dropped to see the lab. "Hey, this looks just like the place we were at last time!"

"Really?" Asked Bree. "Does this look the same?"

Bree clicked a button on the iPad. The hexagon Perry was standing on dropped down into the ground, taking her with it.

"Hey, there's a mini fridge down here!" Perry called.

"Aw, come on!" Adam yelled.