Nobody's POV
"Hey, guys, check this out. I picked this up at auction today, and it only cost me a million dollars." Donald says as the five teens walk into the living room.
"Wha-? For a sheet? Boy, I guess I'd better start saving up if I'm gonna be a ghost for halloween." Adam sighs.
"It's a painting, Adam, by a very famous artist named Von Schtopp." Donald explains pulling the sheet away, revealing an ugly painting.
"Hm. I wish I would have been there to "Von Schtopp" you from buying it." Leo says.
"Good one." Mia chuckles hi-fiving Leo.
"What is it?" Adam asks.
"It's abstract art, Adam. It's whatever you think it is." Donald explains.
"I think it's a crying woman." Bree says.
"I think it's a storm at sea." Chase says.
"I think someone just blew a million bucks." Leo chuckles.
"I think I'm about to blow chunks just looking at it." Mia groans as Donald's phone rings.
"That's me. Davenport Industries. Hello? Uh-huh. Oh, boy. All right. Looks like I've got to put out a fire at work." Donald sighs before hanging up the phone.
"What happened?" Chase asks.
"Betty from accounting got her head caught in the positron collider again." Donald sighs.
"Ohh!" Leo groans.
"That's gonna be messy. Can you guys put that in the art vault for me?" Donald asks pointing to the painting.
"Wait, you have an art vault?" Leo asks.
"Yeah, its where I go and play with all of Davenport's weapons." Mia says, making Donald give her a look. "Which has never happened." She stammers.
"Just put it away. But whatever you do, do not touch the Davenportraits." Donald says.
"What's a Davenportrait?" Leo asks.
"Am I screaming out loud or just inside my head?" Leo asks as he stands in the art vault, mouth agape while he looks at the Davenportraits.
"I'm just gonna say it: Davenport is one weird dude." Chase groans.
"Ah. Voila. The Van Schto-" Adam says placing the painting down, struggling to stifle a sneeze.
"Ew, gross, gross, gross...!" Mia shouts.
"Turn around! Not on me!" Bree groans.
"Ah-choo! Whoa." Adam groans turning towards the painting and sneezing, burning a hole through the painting.
"Adam, what did you do?" Chase gasps.
"Oh, I think that sneeze accidently triggered my heat vision!" Adam groans.
"Big D is going to freak out!" Leo shouts.
"Let's not panic. This hole is barely noticeable." Chase says, trying to remain positive.
"Ah-choo!" Adam shouts as he sneezes again, creating an even bigger hole in the painting.
"Well that's noticeable." Mia mumbles.
"Adam, if you're going to destroy paintings, do it to those!" Leo snaps pointing to the Davenportraits.
"Adam, I cannot believe you just destroyed Mr. Davenport's million-dollar painting!" Chase gasps as he and his siblings stand in the art vault.
"Mr. Davenport's gonna kill us when he sees what happened." Bree gasps.
"Okay, well, maybe he won't notice if we fill the room with things that look much more hideous." Adam suggests.
"Quick Bree, stand in front of the picture!" Mia shouts, getting a punch from Bree in the process.
They hear the elevator ding, and they only have a few seconds to throw a sheet over the ruined painting before Donald walks into the room.
"Hey. Big D. What are you doing back?" Leo stammers.
"Uh, I forgot something. I forgot that I left my million-dollar painting in the hands of the five most destructive teenagers in the world! Please tell me it's okay." Donald sighs.
"It's fine." Chase lies.
"Looks great." Bree says.
"It's fine. Great." Leo adds.
"Perfect." Adam says
"Pff, its all good." Mia stammers as Donald walks towards the painting.
"Don't do that!" Chase shouts jumping in front of him.
"Why not?" Donald asks.
"Because. B-Because I... have an idea. You should pose for a Daven-Sculpture." Chase stammers.
"Daven-Sculpture! Yes! Chase, your brilliance is only matched by your good taste. I'm gonna get to work on that right away. Oh! Get ready, guys, for six feet of stone-cold me!" Donald gasps walking towards the elevator.
"Six feet?" Bree asks.
"There's a pedestal!" Donald shouts before leaving the room.
"Okay, Mr. Davenport's gonna be at the sculptor's studio for a few more hours. They're only up to his knees." Chase explains as he walks into the lab with the painting.
"How do you know that?" Leo asks.
"Because he's giving me a photo play-by-play." Chase groans holding out his phone.
"Ok, how long until I can unsee that?" Mia groans.
"Okay, there's got to be some way to fix this painting." Adam says turning back to the important subject.
"I know. We can make a replica. 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." Chase explains.
"That'll never work. We can't paint that fast." Leo sighs.
"I can paint that fast." Bree says holding up her hand.
"Good for you. Quit bragging and help us come up with a solution." Adam groans.
"All right, here we go. All right, Bree, do your thing." Chase says as he scans the unpainted design of the painting onto a blank canvas.
Bree steps forward, paint palet in hand and covers the painting in colour in a matter of seconds.
"Done and done. What do you think?" Bree asks turning to her siblings.
"It's perfect." Chase gasps.
"Can't tell the difference." Leo says.
"Still ugly." Adam groans.
"He's got that right." Mia adds.
"All right, well, we don't have much time. We'll go hang the replica. Adam, you take care of the original." Chase orders.
"What? What am I supposed to do with it?" Adam asks.
"Hide it someplace that Mr. Davenport will never find it. Make it disappear!" Chase explains.
"Okay, but I'm gonna need a magic wand and a volunteer from the audience. How 'bout you, young lady?" Adam asks turning to Mia.
"Just go Adam!" Mia groans as Adam runs out of the room, taking the painting with him/
"There, Mr Davenport will never know the difference." Chase sighs as he and his siblings put the new painting in the art vault.
"Look, face it. If it's not a mirror or his bank account, he's not really paying attention." Leo says.
"Hey! What are you doing down here?" Donald asks walking into the room.
"What are we doing down here? Well, were down here because-uh-uh." Chase stammers.
"Your painting really spoke to us." Mia lies.
"That's right, and it said...I'm lonely, come hang out with me. It's a lot like you that way." Bree chuckles.
"Did you guys really think I wouldn't notice?" Donald asks walking up to the painting.
"What do you mean?" Chase mutters, scared they've been caught out.
"Your looking at it upside down." Donald chuckles flipping the painting around.
"Oh, that makes sense." Leo chuckles.
"There you are." Donald sighs as his kids walk into the living room, where he is stood with the painting.
"It was Mia!" The four older teens shout pointing at Mia, making her glare at them.
"Just take the hit, the youngest one always get's punished the worst." Bree says.
"Guess what, I sold the painting." Donald says with a smirk.
"What? Why?" Chase asks walking over to Donald.
"Some wall street guy called me and said he'd pay a million more than I payed for it! The guy came over, looked it over and went straight to the bank!" Donald chuckles as the doorbell rings. "Oh, you hear that? That, my friends, is a seven figure ding-dong." He chuckles walking towards the door and opening it up, to reveal about 10 men stood there with badges on.
"Donald Davenport? I'm Special Agent Riker. We got a call from a perspective buyer that said you were trying to sell forged art." Agent Riker says as many other agents walk inside.
"Forged art? What are you talking about?" Donald asks.
"I'm talking about this. The buyer reported that this canvas still had the price tag attached, and that it was purchased at the Art Depo, on sale." Agent Riker explains grabbing the painting and showing the price tag.
"I-I don't understand." Donald stammers.
"Mr Davenport, selling fake art is a felony. You could be facing 20 years in prison." Agent Riker says handcuffing Donald.
"20 years! Well at least you'll be out in time for Adam and Mia's graduation!" Leo chuckles.
"I don't understand! That piece of art is an original! It's got an ID Chip embedded in the canvas, scan it!" Donald gasps.
"There's no chip." Agent Riker says as he scans the canvas.
"Wait? He is telling the truth, we painted the fake." Bree sighs stepping forward.
"What?!" Donald snaps.
"We accidentally destroyed the painting so we forged a copy so you wouldn't find out." Chase explains.
"Technically its all Adam and Bree's fault as Adam destroyed the painting and Bree created the new one." Mia mutters, making her siblings glare at her.
"Look, I'm sure this is just one big misunderstanding. Chase, go and get the real painting and show it to the nice man with the big badge and the tiny little scanner." Donald orders.
"Adam, where is it?" Chase asks turning to his brother.
"Oh, I threw it in the dumpster at school." Adam says.
"What?!" Chase shouts.
"Well you told me to put it somewhere he wouldn't look. Did he look there, no. Your welcome." Adam groans.
"Look, maybe its still there. If we get it back, will you let him go?" Bree asks turning to Agent Riker.
"I suppose. If you produce the original, the case is closed. Until then, I've got a warrant to search this place." Agent Riker explains.
"For what?" Donald asks.
"Any forged art. We'll check every room in the house. Don't worry, we'll be careful." Agent Riker says before the agents disperse, knocking stuff down all across the room.
"Relax Big D. You didn't really break any laws that they know of." Leo mutters.
"Have you guys thought about what happens when they find the lab? That would be bad." Donald gasps.
"They're gonna mess with my stuff." Mia whines.
"Adam, Bree, Chase and Mia, you guys go find the painting. Leo, you stay here and help me keep the agents away from the lab." Donald orders.
"We're on it, keep them away from my stuff." Mia says before running out of the house, her siblings following close behind.
"This is disgusting!" Bree screams as she and her siblings search the dumpsters by the back of the school.
"Adam, where's the painting?" Chase asks turning to his brother.
"It should be, I only threw it out this morning." Adam groans.
"This is so gross! Can't Davenport go off to jail for a little while!" Mia shouts, almost as grossed out as Bree.
"Hey! Schools over, go home and make your parents miserable!" Perry shouts walking over.
"Principal Perry, what are you doing here?" Chase asks.
"Getting rid of 'expired' school cafeteria meat. To me it's good. Meats always expired, it's dead." Perry groans throwing a bag of old meat into the dumpster. "So, you guys are dumpster divers like me?" She chuckles leaning against the dumpster.
"Nope, but thanks for letting us see a little glimpse of your life." Chase groans.
"You guys are gonna have to dive someplace else. Earlier on, I found the perfect painting to use as the last obstacle in my miniature golf course." Perry explains.
"Wait, a golf course!" Mia gasps.
"So this is why you pick through the trash? To build this?" Bree asks as Perry shows them the elaborate golf course set up in the school hall.
"I know this may come as a shock, but being a Principal isn't as glamorous as I make it look. So I created of myself, a fancy little country club." Perry explains.
"With trash? That is glamorous." Chase chuckles.
"So, the tee is right there. I shoot through the life saver, over to the speakers, off the bongos, then the tennis racket. Over the vacuum, up to the fan, over the umbrella, into the rain gutter, up the treadmill and through the hole in the painting into the helmet." Perry explains pointing out the various points in the course.
"Guys, getting this painting back is gonna be a lot more difficult then I thought." Chase mutters to his siblings.
"Why don't we just grab it and run." Adam suggests.
"The women is holding a metal club, do you really want to mess with her?" Bree groans.
"Hey Perry, this course would be a lot easier if you ruin the painting." Mia says walking over to the painting.
"Get your hands off my junk!" Perry snaps storming over to Mia.
"Principal Perry, we really need this painting. Our Dad needs it." Mia sighs.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I can't give it back, it has sentimental value." Perry says.
"You found it in the trash!" Mia shouts.
"Not to me, to you." Perry cackles snatching the painting from Mia.
"Guys, we have to get that painting back from Perry." Chase mutters as Mia walks back over.
"Look, I have an idea. Just follow my lead." Adam says walking up to Perry.
"What do you want?!" Perry snaps as Adam moves in front of her, just before she is about to make a shot.
"Look. How about if we make a shot, we get the painting?" Adam suggests.
"Fine. But if you miss the shot, you four have to cut the grass on the football fields for the rest of the year." Perry explains.
"Deal." Adam says.
"With these moustache scissors." She adds, holding up a pair of tiny scissors.
"Fine." Adam mumbles grabbing a club and walking up to the tee.
"Oh no, I don't play co-ed. This course is ladies only." Perry says.
"I've got it." Bree says taking the club.
"Oh no, baby Davenport's gotta do it." Perry says taking the club from Bree and handing it to Mia.
"Guys, I can't do this." Mia mutters as Perry walks across the room.
"Relax. I'll use my molecularkinesis to guide the ball." Chase says.
"Hurry up already!" Perry snaps from across the room.
Mia steps up to putt, taking a deep breath as she gets ready. She hits the ball as hard as she can, making it hard for Chase to control.
"Oh look, she put a crazy spin on that one huh?" Adam chuckles as Chase guides the ball across the room.
Chase keeps guiding the ball, but it gets stuck in the rain gutter half way down!
"Ha!" Perry cackles.
"Chase, where's the ball?" Bree asks turning to her brother.
"It's stuck! I can't move it!" Chase gasps.
"I win! I win! I win!" Perry shouts jumping up and down.
All of her jumping causes the ball to continue sliding down the pipe, going through the painting and completing the course.
"Get the painting!" Chase shouts as Adam grabs the painting, running out of the school.
They had done it! They had the painting!
"We have the painting!" Bree shouts as she and her siblings run into the art vault, where Leo and Donald are stood with the agents.
"I'll be the judge of that missy." Agent Riker says as he scans the painting. "Kid's right, it checks out. Sorry about the inconvenience Mr Davenport." He says as he and the rest of the agents walk out of the room, leaving the five teens and Donald alone.
"That was close! Too close! They were just about to discover the lab!" Donald snaps.
"We didn't mean for this to happen, it just got a bit out of hand. We're sorry Mr Davenport." Bree sighs.
"Yeah, we promise we'll always tell the truth." Chase adds.
"Well we've all learnt a valuable lesson. It was all Adam, Bree and Chase's fault. Good night everybody." Mia says before running out of the room.
Well, at least Donald wasn't going to jail.