The Bionic in the Basement - Lab Rats

Chapter 21- These Explosives Travel More than Pilots!

A/N- I finally updated! LET'S GET MISSION-Y (dances like a stripper named Alice Mae)

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OMNISCIENT POV

"So, here's my new invention." Donald was saying to Adam, Chase, and Leo who were crowded around him in the lab. "Explosive infusions! It can be used as spy technology! You see, I've found a way to infuse every item on this table with explosive material. That material will explode as soon as it comes in contact with a warm surface!"

"Like, when you touch it?" Leo asked.

"Yes!" Donald said. "So, let me show you the highlighter. I infused it with only a little explosive material so no one would get hurt." He grabbed the highlighter, uncapped it, and scribbled with it on a piece of paper, only for it to explode. The boys' mouths dropped when they saw it.

"That was awesome!" Adam cried. "The whole thing exploded!"

"And it looks exactly like a regular marker!" Leo cried.

"I know! Isn't this awesome? Oh, and this is the exploding tree. I infused water with explosive chemicals from that plane you guys saved, and flooded it through the xylem of this tree. Watch what happens when you touch it!" Donald leaned forward, and tapped the tree, only for it to burst.

"Woah!" The boys shouted, as Donald threw his arms in the air and grinned.

"That is the coolest thing I've ever seen!" Leo shouted. "And I've seen a sloth riding a roller coaster un-supervised before."

"Quick, let's get the girls down here!" Donald said. As if on cue, Bree stormed out of the elevator, carrying a glass of ice water. "Bree!" Donald said. "Would you like to see me explo-"

"I have a headache, where the heck is the aspirin?" Bree asked. "What is it doing down here?" She grabbed the bottle, and twisted it. "Why won't this thing open?" She sighed, before dashing upstairs using the actual stairs, still clutching the aspirin. Everyone stared at the spot she was standing in in confusion. At that time, the elevator dinged, and Vanna White entered the room. If Vanna White were actually a 14 year old in disguise, changed her name to Eden, became bionic, and dyed her hair.

"Hey Eden!" Donald said.

"Hi. What's the matter with Bree?" She asked.

"I don't know." Jimmy proteste- OOPS I'VE WATCHED TOO MANY 1D FUNNY REELS.

"So, whatcha got there?" Eden asked, as she laid her chic (how do you pronounce this word?) backpack on the soapstone counter top.

"Oh, just some explosive objects." Donald waved it off.

"What?" Eden shrieked. "That's not a good idea! I mean, come on, Leo + empty room + explosives = NEGATIVE RAINBOWS."

"What?"

"Just... get rid of those things!" Eden ordered.

"We can't! At the dump, they burn their trash, and these explosive objects only react to heat!" Donald said. Every time I say 'Donald', I remember the duck. OMG, so tumblring that.

"Guys, come on! You're gonna be late for school!" A grumpy, maternity wear-clad walrus- Tasha said.

"Coming!" Eden said, grabbing her backpack. "Oops, forgot my pencil." She grabbed a pencil from the desk, and ran upstairs, leaving the world to wonder what sort of moron would grab an item from a table full of explosives.

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EDEN'S POV

I had 4 minutes until class started, so I was just reviewing my history knowledge. I got this idea to make up mnemonic device for all the concepts in this book. I mean, I knew them by heart, but why not help out all the stupid, brainless people like Bree, Leo, Adam, and Phil Dunphy? Here's how it works- I need to give the bio of Voltaire. Well, Voltaire rhymes with 'scare'. What's scary? A story like 'The Turn of the Screw'. Who writes stories? Authors. And I'm studying France, so Voltaire must be a FRENCH AUTHOR.