A/N: This takes place in the 3d world and sometime after the rumor weed episode. Other characters/places from the 2d adventures will be in here as well. Info and a picture about my oc will be posted on my page. Please like and review some of my other stories. This is also a combined parody of Marvel's "Ant man" and WB's "Batman Beyond". Jade, , and other characters that aren't from the Larryboy/Veggietales universe are my oc's.

Jade's POV~

How's that for a title: "My First Job."

I know, such a great title. It really pulls in the reader. I bet you're reading this and thinking to yourself, "I wonder what kind of job it is? Is it like my first job as a kid, when I worked at my local grocery store, bagging groceries?"

Well it's not.

And, no, I didn't work at a shelter, or mow my neighbor's lawn, or wash my parent's car, or do extra chores around the house.

My first job might not have been as "exciting" as being a bagger at the grocery store, but it did lead to one of the most action packed, and exciting, and heartbreaking adventures of my life!

Sounds like a good story, right? If you said yes, you are absolutely correct.

But my story's a long one, so give me a minute to figure out where start. I should obviously start at the beginning. But so much happened at the beginning, it kind of makes it hard where in the beginning to start.

I was just being brought home from the police station. Great way to start off a story, I know, but it's the only place I could think of to start.

Anyway, there I was, up in the passenger seat of a police car, listening to a Scottish carrot named Officer Scooter, aka Officer Snotcicle-stache , making a speech about good morals and honesty and whatever else he was babbling on about.

"…kids these days have no respect for the wisdom of their elders. If they only would listen to their parents and stayed in school, they wouldn't be about causing trouble and getting into mischief!" he rambled on.

I sighed, gazing out the window. Apartment buildings whizzed by as we headed down the road that I knew would lead us to one of the most oldest and reserved places in all of Bumblyberg.

As soon as we reached the edge of Bumblyberg, we pulled up to a dilapidated, old building. Paint was beginning to peel off of the rotting wood. The windows, cracked and smeared with dirt and grime. An old sign hung on the left near door, the words faded but still readable. "Bumblyburg Orphanage." Officer Snotcicle-stache parked the car, got out, and opened my door. He escorted me up the creaky steps and rapped the ancient door.

Mr. Heffery, the green pepper who was the orphanage manager, opened the door. "Officer Scooter, how are you this fine day?" He wasn't surprised that I was being brought home by the police. This isn't the first time that this has happened.

"I'm doing well, thanks for 'asking. How's everything here?" Officer Scooter asked.

Mr. Heffery smiled, "Things are going well, thank you." He looked down at me. What did you do this time?"

"Caught her in the middle of a fight with two gourds." Officer Scooter was saying. "The poor fellas were shaking like leaves. One of them had a black eye the color of charcoal, and the other, his jaw was so swollen it looked like it was going to explode!"

"Really…" Mr. Heffery looked back up at Scooter. "Thank you, again, for bringing her home safely. I will take it from here."

Before I could step inside, Snotciclestache called out to me, "This had better be the last time I catch you in a fight! The rough streets of Bumblyberg are no place for a lady." With that, he headed toward his police car and drove out of sight.

By this time, I was already sneaking my way to the flight of stairs that lead to my room. Only a few more hops-

"Jade." I froze, and slowly turned around. Mr. Heffery had a look of disapproval on his face. "Jade, who were you fighting?"

"The Gourdson twins." I muttered.

"Because…" continued.

"Because they were picking on Percy Pea again." I finished.

He sighed, went over to the stairs and sat down on the second step. He then motioned for me to sit next to him. The steps were our special "talking place" for when I get in trouble once I was seated, he shook his head disapprovingly. "Jade, I appreciate you sticking up for your class mate like that, but Mr. Scooter is right. The streets of Bumblyberg are no place for a lady to run around in."

"Well, who else was going to help Percy? He's one of the weakest kids in my class, not to mention in the entire school. 'Wasn't gonna let some fat, tiny brained jerk-faces beat the snot out of him."

Mr. Heffery sighed again. He does that a lot. "If Percy's getting picked on, he needs to tell his teacher or his parents. You, little girl, are not the police." The clock above the door chimed and Mr. Heffery gasped, "I almost forgot! We're having a guest come over; it's almost 3:00 he'll be here any second." He got up and turned to me. "Go wash up and put on some nice clothes. Tell the others to get on some nice clothes too. And Jade," he sighed once more, "get some ice for that bruised nose, ok?" And with that, he made his way into the kitchen.

I headed off to my room, which was on the second floor of the orphanage. My room is small, consisting of only one person: me. I knocked on the opposite doors of the hallway. "Guys we have company, told us to wash up." Multiple voices rang out at once. "And can one of you guys bring an ice pack to my room?"

I entered my room, shut the door, and flung my green blue hoodie on my bed. Opening the closet, I pulled out a hot pink tee shirt and some blue jeans and slipped them on. The door opened and a round ice packet was handed to me; I said thanks and gently applied the ice pack to my purple, slightly bloody nose. Near the wall next to my closet, was a tall, brown, free-standing mirror.

Looking in the mirror, I saw how bruised my nose was. The edges of my nose had dried bits of caked blood, which I wiped off with a tissue. I don't like to look in the mirror. I'm twelve years old and I didn't like how I looked. My short, Taupe colored, curled- at –the- edges hair; my stout, fat pear shaped body; my jade colored skin ( it's what I was named after, I guess) ; but the number one thing that I hated about myself was my eyes.

Red. Blood red irises. And red –orange sclera's surrounding them.

I never knew why they looked like that. When had taken me to the doctors to get them checked out, the doctor said I had subconjunctival hemorrhage, which is a fancy term for "broken blood vessel in my eye." I know this because I looked it up at the Bumblyberg Library.

So whenever people stop in their tracks and gawk at my evil looking eyes, I best as I can politely tell them that I have a "condition" and that it's not contagious and there's no need to quarantine me.

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. A little carrot head poked in "The guest it here, Mr. Heffery wants us to come down to the living room."

"Thanks." I said as the carrot, Kelly, closed the door.

Once she was gone, I levitated my hairbrush over to me, did a few quick stokes, and sent it back over to my dresser.

That's something else you should know about me.

I have superpowers.