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The Building of the Tree Houses

The Hero group-

"I should obviously be the one to look for supplies because I can fly, breath fire, and lift very heavy objects," Jake was saying. No one in the three wanted to be the one to actually build the tree house.

"I can do all that," Danny interrupted, "Well, not the breathing fire part, but I can shoot ectoplasmic blasts, not to mention that I can freeze things and become both intangible and invisible." Claire, who was listening in, rolled her eyes. She could see where this was going.

"Well, I can do all those things," Ben jumped in. "I can also duplicate myself, cause ultrasonic screams-"

"So can I!" shouted Danny.

"Become a slimy substance-"

"Cool," muttered Jake under his breath.

"Shoot rocks out of my hands and become bigger than ten dinosaurs." The other two heroes stared at him.

"You go ahead and get the supplies," Danny finally decided. "Jake and I will draw up the plans." Danny was their unofficial leader. Ben grinned and punched the Omnitrix. He turned into Big Chill and disappeared.

The Sidekick group-

Kevin was livid.

"I am so more powerful than Ben. He gets to go with the super powered kids, and I get stuck with the nerds." Tucker, who had been making a blueprint on his PDA with Spud, looked up.

"I am not a nerd!"

"Really?" Tucker decided not to reply.

"Why don't you get the supplies?" asked Spud, who was looking at Kevin. Tucker had returned to the blueprint.

"At least I'll be able to do something," grumbled Kevin. He stood up and walked away. Spud went back to the blueprint with Tucker.

"I think that we should get a tire swing," he said. Tucker tapped something on the screen with his stylus, and a tire sing appeared, hanging from a bough.

The Girl group-

Sam and Trixie were already building the tree house.

"Where does this go?" Trixie asked Sam, who was closest to the blueprint they had made. Sam consulted the blueprint.

"Right above that board," she said finally, pointing. Trixie went over to the small pulley system they had devised, and went up, placing the board in its spot.

"How many more?" she called down, nailing it into place.

"Only five, I think. I'll finish up the roof and you can finish the last wall as soon as Gwen comes back with more supplies." Trixie came down.

"Wow, ours is sweet," she commented. It was.

"Okay, here's the last of the boards that we need," said a voice. Gwen came out of the darkness, carrying five boards.

"Thanks. Think you can go find some paint?"

"I'm on it." With that, Gwen left.

Claire had scattered supplies for their tree houses throughout the forest they were in. So, naturally there was paint.

Five minutes later-

Sam, Gwen, and Trixie stood back to examine their handiwork. Their tree house gleamed, the first coat of brown paint glistening in the dappled sunlight. They were going to paint it a camouflage pattern.

"Perfect."

"Definitely."

The Heroes had a few boards nailed to the tree. They still hadn't decided what to do.

The Sidekicks had one wall up and a tire swing.

An hour later-

Sam dragged the cot that Gwen had in the forest into the basket. The cot was pulled up and dragged out. A few seconds later, Trixie stuck her head out the window.

"Next one!"

"Things are getting lighter, so what's next is only a box of supplies, and then a few paintings. Maybe later today we can do some drawings or decorate the inside with some colorful leaves," Sam called up. Furniture had been lying around as well. Trixie's head disappeared, but she stuck a thumbs-up out the window to show her approval.

The Heroes had one wall up.

The Sidekicks had a floor, three walls, and a tire swing up.

A half hour later-

Trixie, Gwen, and Sam were sitting outside their tree house, watching the dysfunctional boys struggle to put up their tree houses.

Claire sniggered from her perch on a cloud high above. So far, her plane was working out perfectly.