"Hey guys," Leo wandered into the kitchen, Bree and Chase were on either side of Adam clearly egging him on in some way. "What's going on?"

Chase's eyes were wide and he was wearing a giant grin. "We're seeing how many pieces of popcorn Adam can fit in his mouth. You can do it, buddy!"

Adam grabbed a piece and shoved it into his mouth- which was already pretty full. His cheeks were pushed out and his face was turning out. Leo could see sweat trickling down Adam's neck.

"Sweet! How many so far?" he asked, pausing to grab a soda from the fridge.

"We lost count a minute ago," Bree turned and told him softly, "but this is too funny to stop."

Adam's mouth moved, a few kernels of popcorn and an unintelligible sound came out.

Chase shrugged. "Yeah, that's right, keep going."

Adam swept down to pick up the kernels off the floor, losing a few more on the way. They all stared on, entranced as he kept picking one off the floor just to lose another.

"What is going on here?" Davenport's voice echoed through the kitchen. Leo, Chase and Bree started, various expressions of guilt on each of their faces.

"Mr. Davenport," Bree started...

He'd already caught sight of Adam underneath the bar bench scraping up popcorn kernels.

"Ooh, how many did he fit in there this time?"

"We lost count at 53," Bree finished, relaxing. Leo grinned as Adam started trying to speak again, losing more popcorn kernels to the floor.

"Donald," Leo heard his Mom saying, and was startled to see her standing beside him.

"I mean you kids shouldn't be teasing your brother." The glare Davenport was getting from his mother convinced Leo they were probably off the hook for a few minutes.

Adam looked up, tried to speak again and lost several more kernels of corn. His eyes widened and as he started to pick them up, more starting falling out. Leo giggled, earning a glare from his Mom and the end of their reprieve.

"Leo Dooley..."

A harsh knock on the door interrupted her. Leo sighed, relieved as the adults turned the door. Chase elbowed him and he rubbed his arm. "Ow," Leo hissed.

"Donald Davenport," the voice from the door was loud and booming. They all turned to see several men in crisp, black suits standing at their door. Even Adam looked up, more of the popcorn spilling out of his mouth. Leo froze.

"Donald Davenport," the man repeated, "you are under arrest. Men poured into the mansion, at least two dozen, all in identical suits.

"For what?" Davenport asked. He'd moved so that Leo's Mom was behind him.

"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law," the man answered. He was tall, he towered over Davenport (even more than other men) as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"Can I see the arrest warrant?"

"What do we do?" Bree whispered. Chase was watching the proceedings, eyes wide. Adam was furiously chewing, swallowing and spitting popcorn onto the floor.

"You forgot the right to an attorney," Chase shouted to the incredibly tall, incredibly muscular scary man in the black suit. Leo did the elbowing this time. Mr. Davenport shot him a look that clearly telegraphed, "Shut up, Chase, you are not helping."

"Bree, run," Leo whispered, too late. He watched horrified as the men shot at his family with some kind of electricity weapon. Even though he'd been electrocuted before, it hurt more than he expected when the blast got him square in the chest.