"George! Give her back! George!" Alissa cried out. Alissa jumped up and tried to reach the doll which her older brother was dangling over her head. She was only 5!

"You're hurting her! Give Barbie back!" Alissa screamed.

"Guys keep it down. I can't concentrate when you are screaming like that." Dad said. Dad was an amazing inventor. He has never actually invented anything useful. All his projects seem to either malfunction or explode.

"Daddy! George took Barbie!" Alissa moaned, sitting down. She started to cry.

"George! Give her the Barbie back! You're a 13 year old boy, surely you don't need Barbie to live." Dad said, glaring at his son. "Then again George, you have a choice. You can either give it back to Alissa or you can play with it yourself." He bargained.

"She's a her, not an it!" Alissa scolded.

"Alright. You can play with her yourself." He corrected.

"I'll play with it!" George exclaimed, much to every one's surprise. "It's better than seeing Alissa make Barbie and Ken go on excruciatingly slow dates. Honestly Dad, have you seen it? They just sit down and say in their ridiculous voices ;

'This spaghetti is very nice.'

'Yes I agree. Very nice spaghetti. Cheese?'" George mimicked in his pretend high voice and stupid low voice. Alissa burst into fresh tears.

"But I want to play!" Alissa screamed.

Dad whispered something in Alissa's ear and she stopped crying immediately. In fact, she started laughing. Not just a chuckle. Full on, rolling around laughing.

"Will you do it?" Dad asked, with a mischievous grin.

She nodded, grinning ear to ear. Alissa ran off and Dad disappeared down the ladder, back down to his lab.

George shrugged. He wanted to know the satisfaction of playing Barbie, why all the little girls were playing it.

He picked up Barbie and Ken.

"'Oh Ken! You look handsome tonight!'

'Thank you Barbie! Back at you! Do you want to get some chicken?'

'Yes! It's so tasty!'

'No! I meant to keep in a cage! I'm vegetarian.'" George said, imitating Alissa when she plays. He looked up to see Alissa hiding behind the large potted plant with Dad's filming camera! He threw the Barbie's down and Alissa pressed two buttons as she ran into her room.

George chased after her but as the door slammed shut, he knew his social life was ruined.

He was furious. He picked up Barbie and stormed into the lab.

"Dad." He said, anger in his voice.

"Shut up son! I am in the middle of an important experiment." Dad said, flapping his hand at his son.

George wandered round the lab, his father was in his corner where he tested his experiments and elixirs.

He picked up a flask containing a bright purple liquid.

'Highly dangerous.'

"Highly dangerous. Perfect." He muttered. He picked up another flask which contained a florescent green liquid.

'Explosive.'

He nodded, contently and turned both flasks around. The label which was hand-written by his father contained the exact same words.

'If misused, severe injuries can occur and may result in death.'

"Perfect." He muttered again.

He picked up the green liquid and poured half of it into the purple flask. It made a small 'Poof!' and rather than turning a brown color, it turned bright red.

George picked up the flask which now held red liquid and picked up Barbie. He dipped her, head first into the flask.

Nothing.

His shoulders sagged in disappointment.

So her lay the now slightly wet Barbie in a nearby sink and poured the liquid onto her perfect head.

'POOF!' A cloud of red, green and purpled smoke flew everywhere and small sparks came shooting out the cloud.

"Aaah!" George exclaimed.

"George!" Dad exclaimed, rugby tackling his son to the floor as the room became flooded with the multi-colored smoke.