7 year old Garfield Logan was walking around his new home. He'd only been there 7 months, but it was already starting to feel like home. He still missed his parents, but he was happy. Gar heard noise coming for the garage and ran to go see what it was. He ran in and saw Cliff working on the wheels of the ship.

"Hi Cliff!"

"Hey kid."

"What are you doing?"

"Fixing the ship."

"Oh. Can I help?" he asked walking over to him.

"No."

"Why not?"

"You're too little."

"No I'm not." he said raising his voice.

"You're littler than me."

"Everyone is littler than you." he countered.

Cliff thought about what he just said. Bad example. Think of something quick. Ah-ha.

"You're littler than Rita."

"Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaassssseeeee!" he said making his eyes go huge.

"Fine, but stand over there." Cliff said pointing to the table near the wall on the other side of the garage.

Gar ran over to the table.

"Don't-" he was cut off by a loud thud.

"Run."

Garfield heard something fall, but he didn't see where it went. Then he felt something wet on his leg. He looked down and saw the leg of his costume filling with blood. Cliff saw the drill in his leg and ran over to help. The drill fell out of his leg from the lack of support and Garfield started to pock at his leg.

"Kid, don't mess with that."

He examined the boy's leg and picked him up under his arms.

"Rita's gonna kill me." he muttered.

"Cliff, I'm fine. It's doesn't hurt."

The robot didn't listen. He carried his nephew to the kitchen where everyone was talking but stopped when he walked in.

"Garfield!" Rita yelled grabbing the boy from Cliff. She sat him on the table and looked at his wound. She turned to Cliff and gave him a look that would make Batman run and hide.

"What. Happened?"

Cliff gulped. Before he could answer, Garfield decided to get talkative.

"Well, I got bored so I started walking around. Then I heard noise and went to go so what it was. I saw Cliff and asked if I could watch. He said I was too little. Then I said please, and he said I could watch by his table, but I tripped and got the drill in my leg, but it didn't hurt. I fine so no need to worry."

Steve, Larry, and Rita paled at his story and then glared at Cliff.

"Garfield, we're going to need to take you to the medical bay ok?" Rita said sweetly. Her acting skills hid her anger.

"Ok Rita."

She picked him up and sent Cliff another glare. She left and it was just the boys.

"What were you thinking?!" Mento yelled.

"I was thinking I moved that drill."

"No time for jokes. He may have a broken leg." Negativeman added.

"If he broke his leg, he would be screaming."

"We have to go to the medical unit and you need to stay here. This conversation is not over." Mento said walking away with Negativeman.

Meanwhile Garfield was sitting on the table in the medical unit smiling like a drill didn't just go into his leg.

"Gar, can you take off your clothes and put on these."

She handed him a t-shirt and some basketball shorts.

"Ok."

"I won't look." she said turning around.

Garfield took off his uniform and put on the clothes he was given. He now fully some how much blood was coming from the wound.

"I'm finished."

She turned and pick him up and placed him on the table. Rita didn't even hear when Steve and Larry came in until she felt someone tap her shoulder. Steve examined the wound. It wasn't that deep, but would leave a scar.

"Ok Garfield, I'm going to clean your wound. It's going to hurt a little."

He nodded and reached for Rita. She gave him her hand and he squeezed it when he felt the sting. After he was done Steve got something from the drawer and hid it behind his back.

"Garfield, I'm going to need to give a tetanus shot."

"NO!" he screamed.

"It's not gonna hurt."

"NOOOOOOOOO!"

"Why not?" Larry asked.

"NEEDLES ARE EVIL!"

"No they're not." Rita comforted.

"Yes they are!"

Gar tried to run away, but Larry blocked the door. Steve carried the boy back to the table and prepped the needle. He started crying big crocodile tears. Mento looked away while Rita stared into them and felt her heart ache.

"NO! I DON'T WANT A SHOT!" he said kicking his legs.

"Garfield Mark Logan if you don't calm down right now-" he was cut off by his wife.

"Steve, I almost forgot. I need my tetanus shot too today."

"But, you don't-"

She shook her head and then pointed to it. He knew what she meant and they set up a link.

He doesn't know I don't need one. It'll make him feel better.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Do you want a shot?

No

Thought so. Now just give me the shot and it'll be over with.

Fine.

They broke the link and Steve prepared another needle.

"Would you like me to go first?"

"Yes." he said wiping tears from his eyes.

Rita rolled up her sleeve and waited for the shot. She hated needles with a passion, but if it would make Gar feel better. She'd deal with it. She felt the needle in her arm and used her will power not to flinch. Steve moved the needle from her arm and placed a pink bandage on it. Next it was Gar's turn. He closed his eyes and felt the needle in his arm. Then it was over.

"I'm done."

Gar looked at the green bandage on his arm and smiled. Steve wrapped his leg in bandages and he was back to his preppy self. Cliff walked in the room and the temperature dropped a little.

"Kid, I'm really sorry about your leg."

"It's ok."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Actually, there is." Rita said speaking up.

"Hey, Gar guess what?"

"What?"

"Your Uncle Cliff is going to take you to the Midway Candy factory and you can get as much candy as you want." she said smirking at him.

Gar's eyes grew to the size of quarters and fell off the table in excitement. Then he got up and started jumping up and down.

"And he's going to the new toy store that opened up." Steve added.

Garfield ran out of the room screaming THIS IS GOING TO BE THE BEST DAY EVER! Cliff was horrified. The kid was hyper enough. Just imagining him on a sugar high in a toy store made him shutter. Negativeman walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder.

"Have fun."

The others walked out of the room smirking and he smacked himself in the head.

"I'm doomed."

This actually happened to me, but I didn't get a shot or get to go to a candy factory. Wish I did though. These are going to be a bunch of one shots. Some happy, some sad. I'm open to ideas and requests. Hope you enjoyed! Review or I'll get a sugar high Garfield after you! =)