A young 17 year old boy sat by the ruins of his old house. His dirty blond ponytail was just swaying in the light breeze. His summer sky blue eyes had stayed in a consistent downwards position when he approached the splintered remains. He can still remember the time his parents were slain in front of his eyes. Two of the greatest people in his life had fallen. The murderer had met his fate by making the mistake of attacking the boy's friends. They were all pretty good fighters. The murderer was faced with life imprisonment. The boy was named Samuel. His two friends, Gavin and Sam, arrived a few minutes after him.

"Samuel?" asked Gavin with concern. Samuel turned his head to see his friends. He got up and went to shake their hands, deciding to be social.

"Gavin! Sam!" said Samuel. "Good to see you again! What have you guys been up to?" Sam got a cocky smile on his face.

"Well" began Sam. The other two boys had one thought going through their heads that went along the lines of Oh No Here We Go Again.

"As I was walking to the green yesterday, a poor woman was getting mugged outside the fire station. Knowing my moral duty" he didn't finish his blatant lie as Gavin told the true story.

"He tried asking someone out and didn't take no for an answer, so she set his brother on Sam" translated Gavin.

"That explains the black eye" said Samuel, noticing that Sam's right eye was indeed black.

"So you're looking to die early, huh?" said Sam rolling up his sleeve.

"At least I'd go to Heaven" said Gavin, totally unafraid of Sam. Sam took a ridiculous fight stance and Gavin followed suit. They tried to throw a punch at each other, but their stances were so off balance that they accidentally punched Samuel. They immediately started apologizing.

"It's alright" said Samuel. "Accidents happen." Samuel made two fists. "Now, what are these?"

"Those are fists" explained Sam.

"What are fists for?" asked Samuel.

"They're used for hitting things" said Gavin.

"Like this?" asked Samuel. He then hit their guts and nose like Moe would do in the Three Stooges.

"Yeah!" said Gavin, massaging the areas that were struck.

"Now enough with the fooling!" snapped Samuel. "What's the occasion for this visit?"

"Someone sent you a package at our clubhouse" said Sam.

The clubhouse, childish as it sounds, was in a big tree in the middle of the woods. There was a long path laden with booby traps that can only be shown when members of their club insert a specific code at the beginning of the path. Inside, it was nerd heaven. There was an AI called TY-GR (Tactical Youth Grand Ripper) that took the shape of a cartoon tiger, not like Hobbes, which would let them into the house when they said a specific voice password. There was a new game system that Nintendo made called the Game Sphere. When a bodysuit attached to the sphere was put on, the player then falls unconscious in the real world and wakes up as his own character in the game. It was perfect for MMORPG style games, like the newest game Technimagicks!.The house had another floor that had a dance floor, a fully stocked bar with drinks suitable for teenagers at their age, and weapons that looked like they had fallen out of Kids Next Door. Their club was named G.R.O.S.S.A (Get Rid of Stupid Student Athletes). Any smart student athlete with good intentions was welcome into the club, but jocks, bullies, and smart student athletes that wanted to stomp them into the dirt were shown no mercy. Keep in mind that the weapons and booby traps were designed to deter people, not kill them.

The trio approached the path that led to the clubhouse. Samuel saw a number key that had the numbers 1 to 9 on it. Samuel typed in 953. A microphone popped up with the question "Why that number?"

"That's the Doctor's age" answered Samuel "and the Rani's." he finished. A path made out of red wire tape popped out of the ground showing the safe path around the traps. They followed it over a bridge, through an underground tunnel, and under the same bridge. They reached the tree house and said 6 verses of tigers getting praise. Rope ladders came down. Samuel's rope ladder was just out of reach. He kept jumping for it while Sam and Gavin climbed up their respective ladders. Samuel got annoyed.

"Come on TY-GR!" snapped the kid. "Let me up in the tree house!"

"What's the rest of the password?" asked a voice, this would be TY-GR.

"No, you know it's me!" growled Samuel. "Let me in!"

"You may be some other kid in disguise" said TY-GR. Samuel got mad.

"IT'S ME! SAMUEL!" he shouted. "LET ME UP, YOU SPARK-SHOWERING EXCUSE FOR MICROCIRCUITRY!"

"An insult!" exclaimed TY-GR. "Well thou canst just stay down there forever! As Shakespeare would put it, 'A Pox o' your firstborn, you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog!'" Samuel smacked his forehead.

"All right!" he said with exasperation. "I'm sorry! Now let down the ladder!"

"Say the rest of the password" said TY-GR. Samuel decided not to push it any further.

"Verse 7

Tigers are perfect

The E-pit-o-me.

Of good looks, grace

And quiet dignity"

The rope ladder came down for Samuel. He started climbing it promising that he was going to make TY-GR into an aquarium.

"Now to business" said TY-GR. Sam was at the bar pouring root beers into wine glasses. He handed them to Gavin and Samuel.

"To business" said the boys, as they clinked their glasses together.

"I beg your pardon?" asked the AI. The boys looked apologetic.

"Sorry" said Gavin. "I thought you were proposing a toast."

"What's this about a package delivered here at the clubhouse?" asked Samuel. He had been kept in the dark long enough.

"The delivery guy came and went without triggering any booby traps!" said TY-GR with confusion in his voice. "It was a guy looking like a butler. He just teleported in, said it was for Samuel Vinton, and teleported out."

"Teleported?" asked Samuel. "You did say teleport, right?"

"I did" said TY-GR. "I meant what I said. The guy teleported in and out."

"That is definitely interesting" said Sam.

"Have you scanned the package for anything that could hurt and or kill us?" asked Gavin.

"Yes and there's just a metal glove in there" said TY-GR. "No bomb, no poison, no knife, nothing."

"Let's check it out" said Samuel. The boys found the package in the game room. They got a pair of scissors and opened the box. It was indeed a metal glove. It was green and had a symbol on its wrist.

"That's interesting" said Samuel. He put the glove on and examined it. There seemed to be a button under the symbol. Samuel pressed it and a cylinder from under the symbol popped up. A silhouette of a creature appeared. Something clicked in Samuel's brain.

"Oh dear Lord, this is a promo toy for a new Ben 10 series!" said Samuel. "Look! There's the Omnitrix's symbol!"

"I've said it once, I'll say it again!" said Sam. "The Omnitrix is now too powerful!"

"Maybe the Omnitrix has a new wielder" suggested Gavin.

"Let's look at it in the morning" said Samuel, taking off the glove. Sam and Gavin left the tree house while Samuel stayed behind. The tree house served as Samuel's home after his parent's death. As Samuel made one of his famous stir fries for himself, he wondered why Cartoon Network would send him a promo toy. After he finished his dinner, he played a bit on the game sphere, and then went to bed.