"Phoebe! Where's my three-eighths wrench?" Max called to his sister as he emerged from his "lair".
"Oh, you mean this wrench?" Phoebe replied, producing the said item from out what seemed to Max like thin air.
"Think fast," she replied, tossing the tool far too hard at her twin.
Max easily caught it, glaring at his sister for going into his room and taking one of his things and then trying to hit him in the head with it.
"I'm the super villain in this family. Stop trying to be good at everything you little Goody-Goody bar!"
"Well least I'm sweet. Unlike you," his twin rebutted.
"Yeah, but your candy bar also has a whole loada nuts," Max said, snapping his fingers sassily at the annoyed look that crossed his sister's face.
Max hastily returned to his lair before Phoebe could come up with a comeback comment, sliding down the slide and somersaulting off his bed.
"I got my wrench back from Phoebe,"
"See! I was right! She did take it! Whatcha do to her? Stick a kick me sign to her back when she wasn't looking? Fill her shoes with pea soup? Put raw hamburger meat in front of her and tell it was brains?" Doctor Colosso interrupted, eager to hear about how Max got revenge on his twin sister.
"No of course not!" Max replied, putting his headphones on.
"I put tomato soup in her favorite shoes earlier today!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, pulling his headphones off out of excitement.
"I am so proud of you, you little do-eviler!" the bunny said, pretending as if he were about to cry.
"Thank you. Now, since I was able to retrieve my wrench, I can continue with the creation of my latest feat of engineering genius. The MaxVolt 2.0 will shoot into the atmosphere of earth, land on a satellite and steal it's power. That power will then be sent to my room, giving me the ability to watch those elusive international channels,"
Max explained to the rodent before he replaced his headphones on his head and started listening to his techno music playlist. It was a secret weakness for him that no one knew about. Not even Doctor Colosso.
The rabbit had soon gone to bed, ceasing his talking for the evening while Max whittled away at the time into the early morning hours.
Max woke with a start. He didn't even remember falling asleep.
He wasn't in his lair anymore, waking up from the table and realizing he was in the kitchen not exactly sure how he had gotten there.
The voices of children began to waft through the house, getting louder and louder.
A moment later, three kids came running into the room and instantly began arguing.
"I was totally first! Mark it down as another win for Dixmiester!" one of the two boys exclaimed, pointing at himself with both thumbs.
"Oh no you didn't! I got here first!" the girl exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You guys are both wrong! This is your victor. Please hold you applause," the other boy said, his siblings obeying his order far too quickly.
"Well you didn't have to hold it so convincingly," he muttered, walking over to the table.
"You kids need to stop arguing. I was clearly here first," Max said, gesturing to himself as he sat at the head of the table.
For some odd reason, he felt like he knew these kids. He couldn't remember ever seeing them before in his life, but it filled him with a strange sense of déjà vu when he saw them.
"Morning Dad," the boys said in unison as they sat at the table at the same time.
"Morning Dixon, Alex," Max replied, not really sure how he knew their names but strangely not suspicious that he did. It just felt so natural to him.
The girl made her way to the other side of the table, giving Max a hug before she sat down beside him.
"Morning Daddy," she said happily, the victory that she had just missed out on completely vacated from her mind.
"Who won this morning?" a fifth voice asked, joining in on the conversation.
But before anyone could answer, Max suddenly startled himself awake.
He hastily looked around, realizing that he was in his room.
He must have fallen asleep while he was in the middle of the completion of his MaxVolt.
Max shook his head before removing his headphones and rubbing his eyes of any signs of sleep.
His eyes grew wide as he thought about his strange dream.
"I- I had kids. Three of them! I was a dad. All of them called me Dad! What were there names again?" Max muttered, searching through his drawers for his personal chronicle.
Unlike his evil chronicle, Max's personal chronicle was all about things that he didn't feel he could talk to anyone about. Things he struggled with, dreamed about doing, and future inventions that he thought other people might want to get their hands on before he had a chance to make them a reality.
He instantly began to write down details about his dream, starting with the names of his children.
"Dixon and Alex. My boys names are Dixon and Alex," his mind practically exploded as he pondered on this thought. They both had brown hair styled very similar to Max's own typical hair style, as well as bright, blue eyes that even in that short amount of time, Max could tell were full of curiosity and mischief. There seemed to be very little age difference between them, causing Max to deduce that they were most likely twins.
He didn't remember if he had ever heard the girl's name, but she was most certainly his daughter when it came to looks. She had long brown hair and brown eyes the same shade as his own. She was clearly younger than her brothers, possibly by two or three years.
Max wrote down as many details as he could remember from the dream before a yawn interrupted his thoughts. He glanced at his clock and saw that it was only four in the morning.
Shrugging, Max returned his chronicle to its drawer and hopped onto his bed, an odd hope filling his heart as he slipped under the covers and into a peaceful sleep.
