Some people write crazy stories at 2 a.m. I have the insane ability to write crazy stories at 8 p.m. Also, it feels good to get over writer's block! This is the third story I've updated today. I'm hoping to post Forgetful sometime soon; either tomorrow or sometime this week.

So originally this was going to be something completely different. And then this happened. This whole chapter (including the title) is based off the song "Cray Button" by Family Force 5, and it's highly recommended that you listen to that while reading.

Get ready for a short dose of weirdness! :D I don't own Lab Rats or "Cray Button." Enjoy!


* * * Watch Me Hit the Cray Button! * * *


"Chase, help me out here!" Bree called.

"What?"

"Do you know what Mr. Davenport's password is?"

"No."

Bree bit her lip. "Any guesses? I've already tried 'password,' but it didn't work."

"What on earth are you trying to do?" Chase asked, coming over from the other side of the room.

"Trying to get into Davenport's computer, duh."

"But why?"

"His music is on there."

"Again, why?"

Bree sighed. "For a super genius, you're awfully stupid. Do you remember this?" She held out a long metal cylinder with thousands of minuscule light bulbs implanted in it.

"Mr. Davenport showed us that last week. It's a laser projection system, for concerts and stuff like that."

"Exactly. It's programmed to go off to music. Well, I thought I'd help him out a bit and test it."

Chase folded his arms across his chest. "That's not really what you want to do, is it?"

"Again, you're the dumbest genius I've ever met."

"You've only ever met four people in your entire life."

"Irreverent."

"I think you mean 'irrelevant.' Irreverent means you don't have respect for serious things."

"Hmm, well, either work."

Chase scowled. "You're impossible."

"Whatever. Help me figure out Mr. Davenport's password."

"No."

"Right, I'm the impossible one." Bree's fingers flew over the keyboard as she attempted another password. The computer told it was incorrect. Again. Stupid computer.

"Why do you even want to do this?"

"I was watching one of my movies after training on Saturday, and they had something called a 'dance party.' They played loud music and had a lot of lights and everyone started dancing."

"What's that?"

"You basically just jump around all crazy and wave your arms. I don't know how to do it, but it looks fun!"

"It sounds awful. Why would you want to do that?"

"Of course you wouldn't understand. Why can't you be a fun six year old like everyone else?"

"Because I'm a bionic super genius. I'm not everyone else."

"Whatever. I want to be everyone else, and this might get me close. Wait, I think I know his password!" Bree's fingers found the keys to type it in: "Donald-Davenport-Is-Awesome!" The computer beeped its acceptance and loaded the home screen. "Yes!" Bree cheered. "I should've figured that out a long time ago."

"Bree, you shouldn't be doing this."

"Hey, Chase!" Adam said as he walked in from the direction of the bathroom. "Did you get it working, Bree?"

"You're in on this, Adam?" Chase asked.

"Of course. I want to jump around. It sounds fun!"

"You guys are gonna get in trouble."

"No, we're not," Adam said, "because you're not going to tell Mr. Davenport anything."

"And why wouldn't I?" Chase folded his arms across his chest and locked his eyes on Adam. Bree almost started laughing. Her little brother looked so . . . so sassy!

Adam matched his brother's pose. "If you do, I'll see if throwing you into the lab doors will leave a dent."

"So you're threatening me with physical violence?"

"Yes, how I was not clear about that?" Adam asked, raising his eyebrows.

Chase rolled his eyes. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."

"Ooh!" Bree squealed. "Mr. Davenport has a whole dance playlist."

"You're kidding," Chase said.

"Pull them up, Bree!" Adam cheered.

"Here, let me plug this in."

Bree crawled under the desk and plugged in the wire from the light display. Then she put the invention on the desk and instructed Adam to turn off the lights. "You ready?" she called.

"No!" Chase called back.

"Hit it!" Adam screamed.

Bree turned up the volume and hit the first song on the list. Loud music filled the lab. The lights flicked on, and multi-colored bulbs shot rays across the ceiling and the walls in time with the beat. Bree grinned at her older brother and he gave her a thumbs up.

The two of them started doing their version of dancing. Bree didn't care if it was the way the outside world did it. The fun music made her want to move around. She started jumping all over, pumping her fists in the air. Never in all her seven years had she felt so alive. This was so much better than training.

Adam shook his head back and forth in time to the music. He started tapping his feet. His face was covered in a huge smile and he was waving his arms around too.

Chase was being boring, as usual. He stood with his back against the wall, watching his siblings with a disapproving look. At the moment, Bree couldn't care less. They were having so much fun. Dancing was a rush! The flashing lights and crazy music helped with the peppy mode.

By the time the chorus came around for a second time, Bree knew it well enough to sing along. She shouted at the top of the lungs. Adam joined in with her and they sung the song as best they could. It didn't sound great, and they were already getting winded from jumping around, but neither of them cared.

Bree ran back to her capsule as the second song started—just as loud and upbeat as the last—and grabbed Teddy. She started tossing him in the air and spinning him. He loved it just as much as she and Adam did, Bree could tell.

"I bet Albert would love to dance to this, Chase!" she shouted.

"No, he wouldn't!" Chase said. "And this song hurts my ears."

"Then move away from the computer, bozo."

Chase looked like he was about to protest, but he closed his mouth and walked over to the other side of the room. He stood near the rock wall with the same scowl on his face. What a party pooper, Bree thought.

Adam didn't even seem to notice the younger boy's attitude. He continued swinging around to the music as the lights flashed around him. "I love this!" he shouted.

Bree turned to stick her tongue out at Chase. His scowl only deepened. Bree went back to throwing Teddy in the air and dancing like her life depended on it.

At some point a few minutes later, Adam decided that it would be a good idea to showcase his dance moves on a higher surface. So he climbed up onto one of the stools to get on the cyberdesk. Bree realized too late what the problem with that was: Mr. Davenport still had all his inventions strewn across the desk.

"Adam!" Bree screamed, but it was too late.

Adam's tapping feet had already stepped on several inventions. They flew off the desk and some cracked beneath his shoes. He didn't even seem to care. He just spun around and swung his arms over his head.

"What on earth is going on here?"

All three bionics turned at the sound of the new voice. Bree bit her lip and squeezed Teddy to her chest.

Mr. Davenport flipped on the lights and stormed over to his computer, turning the music off. He turned to glare at the kids, especially Adam, who had shards of several inventions beneath his feet.

"I tried to stop them, Mr. Davenport!" Chase wailed, running from the other side of the room.

"Quiet," Mr. Davenport said in a dangerously low voice. "What do you even . . . you know what? I don't want to know. What I do know is that you're all grounded. No TV, no video games, no nothing. It's going to be a very hard week of training."

Adam and Bree groaned.

"To your capsules!" Mr. Davenport continued. "And no dinner tonight!"

"Even me?" Chase asked. "But I didn't—"

"I said go to your capsule!"

Chase sighed and marched back to the glass tube. Adam and Bree were already in theirs. Chase glared at them as he got into his.

Mr. Davenport looked pretty mad. Bree tried to shrink back into her capsule, as far away as she could get. She didn't like being in trouble. She sighed when she realized Chase had been right. She hated that. Still, it had been totally worth it. She didn't regret anything.

One of the songs was still stuck in Bree's head. It was playing in her mind, and she found herself dancing silently to it. She glanced over at Adam two capsules over—Chase had leaned back and closed his eyes, probably trying to sleep. Bree and Adam moved together as if the music was still playing. They shared a smile.

No regrets.


I don't know. XD I needed a new chapter, and I didn't really have any ideas. I pulled up "Cray Button" and thought, 'Huh, what if they had a mini-dance party in the lab?' So . . . this happened.

If you guys have any more ideas for one-shots, I would love to hear them! I need ideas for the next few chapters, so ones where Adam is nine, Bree is eight, and Chase is seven (or roughly that age) would be great.

One more thing, though? I've got a request to do "one where the lab rats get big kid bodies." Sorry, but this story is going to completely skip the subject of puberty. Thought I'd warn you all now. Perhaps a passing reference to obvious changes, but nothing more than that. It's not really something I'm comfortable writing. I apologize, but this story is rated K and I'd like to keep it that way. Thanks for understanding.

Thanks to everyone for reading! Reviews are great. :3 Ideas are much appreciated. I'll see you all soon. Bye!