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(Lynx) You druggie

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Chapter 2: Family Time

"Okay guys, now watch me!". Instructed the Professor as he rolled a strip of brown paint in the currently bare room. In the blink of an eye the room was now covered entirely in brown, the boys having painted the entire room and the Professor in the process. Removing himself off the wall, he turned to face his boy's, his back painted entirely brown. Seeing their guilty expressions he took his roller and proceeded to cover his face with paint to appease their guilt. Immediately after they all broke out into happy laughter, the situation easily forgotten.

"Now we just have to put in the furniture". He called out as he stepped out the bathroom, drying his face from washing of the paint from earlier. Looking up, the Professor was shocked to see said furniture being tossed into the room and the boys flying afterwards, their respected colors streaking behind them. Immediately rushing over, he was even more shocked to see the room neatly arranged. Getting over his initial shock, he couldn't help but be impressed and proud of the three. The room looked good. "Whoa ho ho! This looks pretty good. What do you think?". He questioned examining the room.

Hovering in the air in front of him, the youngest spoke up. "Mhmm, I think it's a little dark". He answered hesitantly. Obviously not agreeing with him, his brother folded his arms and looked away. "Well, I like it dark!". He voiced.

"Some windows might be nice". Offered Brick, ever the peacekeeper in the trio. Agreeing with him, the Professor walked forward already imagining where to place said windows. "Yeah!". He agreed. "I could see some windows right about... here!". He finished placing his hands in the desired area. "I'll call the contractor tomor-". Turning the Professor was greeted by three boys firing up their optic blasts. Ducking quickly, he shut his eyes as the trio proceeded to make three perfect circle shaped windows. Blinking his eyes open, he quickly patted his charred hair and looked up taking in the sight. "That's works too! Who's hungry?". He asked turning to his sons.

"Ready?". Called out Brick holding sandwich bread. Across the room his brothers replied with an excited cry of 'Ready!' also holding peanut butter and jelly. "Go!". Commanded Brick throwing bread after bread with amazing accuracy, his brothers matching his pace in firing the jelly and peanut butter each making a perfect sandwich and landing neatly on the plate. Not long after stood a towering pile of perfect sandwiches all neatly arranged.

Firing up their optic blasts, the boys then proceeded to toast the sandwiches to a perfect degree of toastiness. Stepping forward now, the Professor was covered from head to toe in peanut butter and jelly. Upon seeing this the boys couldn't help but burst into tears of laughter at the sight of their father, the latter joining in to the infectious laughter.

Time Skip...

Drying his hands, the Professor made his way downstairs to check on his sons. "Okay boys, time for-". He paused upon seeing the living room a mess and his boy's all knocked out in their own piles. Butch passed out in his hockey gear and broken glass around him, Brick lying atop a pile of books unconscious and Boomer asleep holding his stuffed puppy, Spot and sporting an unusual swollen cheek. One of Butch's hockey puts laying next to him, that answered that question.

Tilting his head, he smiled at the scene. "Bed". He finished then gathered his boy's, dressed them, washed their faces and tucked them in, making sure to give Boomer spot before he leaves switching off the lights on his way. Downstairs, the Professor proceeded to clean up the mess before stumbling upon Boomers' drawing. Picking it up, he smiled at the image of his family.

In The Morning...

The Professor makes his way inside the boys' room carrying three shirts and pants all in their respected colors. "Wake up boys, time for school". Upon hearing his voice, the trio immediately sprung up wide awake.

"What's school?". They asked in perfect sync once again.

Pokey Oaks Kindergarten

"This is school". A young lady answered. She looked like a kind hearted individual, the Professor immediately feeling at ease leaving his sons' here. "I'm your teacher, Ms. Keane, and this is where children come to learn. See?". She pushed open the door and gestures inside to the kids laughing and playing with each other. Upon seeing the newcomers one kid walked up to the boys, smiling openly. "You guys wanna play?". Looking hesitantly at the boy at first, the trio looked up to Ms. Keane for approval who nodded her consent, smiling all the while. Immediately the four kids took off into the classroom in peals of laughter.

Watching concerned, the Professor couldn't help but voice his worries. "Umm, do you think they'll be okay? Cause I'm new at this parenting thing, and I wanted to come and meet you, and see them off on their first day". He ranted on, all the while peering over Ms. Keane's shoulders at his boy's who were having the time of their lives. "See, they're really special. I mean really special". He emphasize. "And I just want to make sure they'll be okay. So, so, what do you think?". He questioned nervously. "Do you think they'll be okay?". Ms. Keane only looked back at the boys who looked just like any normal kids and shrugged her shoulders.

"They'll be just fine, Professor". She said pushing him out the door. "I'll see you at noon". She called out shutting the door. Afterwards the Professor could be seen by the window waving at his kids like a doting father. Turning to her class now, "Alright class, take your seats". She commanded.

Gesturing from their seats, a boy and girl called out to Ms. Keane. "Ms. Keane, can Brick sit with us?".

"Can we sit with Boomer?". Cried a girl.

"Can Butch sit over here?". Asked a boy.

Ms. Keane walks over and ushers the trio into the middle of the class. "The boys can sit right here, so they'll be next to everyone". Upon hearing this, the class breaks out into happy cheers. "Now, let's begin".

Time Skip...

Knock! Knock!

Walking over, Ms. Keane opens the door and comes face to face with the Professor who's sporting a sheepish grin. "Hello, Professor". She greeted. "Right on time! Your boys are right outside with the other children". She continues ushering him inside.

"Oh, no!". He exclaimed looking around the messy room. "Look at this mess. Oh, I knew the boys would be a handful, but I'm so sorry". He apologized.

"What, this?". She scoffs unfazed. "This is what happens when you put twenty little kids in one room. Your boys were perfect, perfect normal, well behaved little boys".

"Nothing out of the ordinary?". He asks.

"No. Like what?" She asked confusedly stepping outside with him.

All the while the boys are playing hopscotch with a little girl. Boomer throws the stone landing on a square and proceeds to hop to it while Brick and Butch watches on. "Awesome!". Praised Brick while Butch just folded his arms and glared. "What's the point of this game anyway?". He asked sourly.

Just then one of their fellow classmates, Mitch, ran up and tag their friend. "Tag! You're it!". He exclaimed before running away. Immediately, said girl bursts out laughing and takes off after Mitch. In reaction all the kids spread out, screaming and laughing in joy.

"Whoa! Everyone's running from that girl. It's like she's been infected". Pointed out Brick.

"Maybe she's a freak". Butch answered uninterested.

"Yeah, and they hate her!". Chimed in Boomer. Just then one of their classmate ran up and tagged a very distressed looking Boomer. "Tag! You're it!". She cried.

"Oh no! I've been infected!". Boomer wailed. Upon hearing his cry, Brick was ready to hurt someone. Unfortunately Butch saw this and immediately held him back. Walking up, Mitch made to rectify the situation. "Alright, what's going on here?". He demands.

"I've been infected". Boomer cries enlisting a face palm out of Mitch. "You're not in-fec-ted". He corrects. "It's just a game!". He exclaims.

"It is?". Questions Boomer.

"Yeah!".

Hearing this, the trio broke out into smiles and Brick relaxes. "A game, neat!". He shouts excited. "Yeah, how do we play?". Butch joins in.

Groaning, Mitch explains. "Okay, look, it's very simple. Boomer, tag me". He demands outstreching his hand boldly. Boomer only regards it with a hesitant look. "Come on, it's okay". Hearing this, he quickly tags him and withdraws his arms. "Alright, now I'm it". He walks over to an excited Butch. "And all you gotta do is tag someone else, and they're it". He quickly tags Butch and races off before doubling back "By the way, you're it". He says before racing off again.

Waving his arms excitedly, Butch calls out to Mitch. "Awesome, I'm it!". He cheers. "What do I do, what do I do, what do I do?". He questions excitedly.

"Just tag someone else and they're it!". Mitch answers. Pausing, Butch looks at him uncertainly then shifts his gaze toward his brothers who looks to each other uneasily, then back to Butch nervously before running off. Grinning big, Butch immediately gave chase clearly avoiding everyone else for his brothers.

Looking back, Brick noticed his green eyed brother easily catching up to them ever so surely. "Time to kick it into overdrive, Boomer". He told his blonde brother who smirks and picks up pace alongside his brother. Seeing this Butch too immediately sped up after them. This continues until they're nothing but a blur and Butch is blazing a trail of fire. Boomer who's blissfully unaware, doesn't notice his brother's approach until he's sent careening out of control into the school. "TAG! You're it!".

A short pause insues after this...

Bursting through the roof perfectly fine, Boomer came after his brothers now. "I'm going to tag you guys now!". Not missing a beat, his brothers immediately backpeddles their way out of school grounds avoiding their brother crashing into the ground they were a second ago. Rising slowly out of the crater he just created, Boomer turns to face his brothers who were ten feet away staring straight at him.

...

A short burst of speed sent the trio crashing through countless houses, their joyous laughter heard by everyone and their exclamations. Seeing the damage his sons caused, the Professor quickly eases away to catch up with his boys.

To be Continued...

Whoa! I'm finally done. And heck I'm so proud of myself. I'm not gonna drone on this time so just Read and Review and I'll leave you guys some fresh baked cookies.

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