It was a perfectly normal Saturday for Beatrice Flynn... she was miserable at the Googleplex Mall, babysitting her Human sister Bethany. "Please don't let anyone see me here," Beatrice muttered to herself as Bethany played on an indoor playground.

"Hey, Bea!" Said Jennifer Amberwall, as she ran up and hugged the robotic teenager.

"Jennifer... what are you doing here?" Beatrice asked as she returned the hug.

"Just doing some clothing shopping, want to come along?" Jennifer asked.

"I'd love to... except I already have something to do," Beatrice said, pointing to Bethany swimming around in a ball pit. "Believe me, even if you only wanted me to be a glorified mannequin. Then watch my sister run mess around... AGAIN."

"Isn't she a bit old to be in a ball pit anyway?" Jennifer asked.

"Yes, yes she is," Beatrice answered with her father's catchphrase. "But every Saturday for the last five years. I've had to take Bethany to this same ball pit... for THREE, HOURS." Beatrice bemoaned.

"That sounds... incredibly boring," Jennifer said sympathetically. "Still, I'd kill for siblings."

"And the worst part is, there's a perfectly good park that we could go to," Beatrice complained, then a thunderbolt went off.

"I think you're forgetting what the weather is looking like." Jennifer pointed out.

"Well, it wasn't raining when we left home! I just... I love my sister, even if she's properly Human and I'm not. I just want to do more on Saturdays then watch her play in the same ball pit over and over! I mean between this and my Saturday chores, and my time as the Silver Automaton, I pretty much have no ME time for today." Beatrice complained.

"Wait..." Jennifer said as the ball pit inexplicably drained. "What are 'chores'?" She asked, unfamiliar with the word.

"It's where you do a task around the household. Mainly clean things." Beatrice explained in bemusement.

"And... do you get some kind of payment?" Jennifer asked, still baffled by the concept of 'chores'.

"Well, now that you mention it I should renegotiate my allowance. It's gone unchanged since I was two-" Beatrice then noticed that the ball pit was completely drained of plastic balls... and one Bethany. "BETHANY!" She wailed as she dove down the hole. And found a seven-foot-tall alien making off with Bethany. "BIG MISTAKE ALIEN!" Beatrice roared as she entered her combat mode.

The chase was on, the alien sprinted with Bethany struggling to get from its grip. While Beatrice pursued it with animalistic tendencies, the alien threw booby traps. But all these really did was slow Beatrice down.

Eventually, this chase led to the mall roof. "Cricket, call my armor!" Beatrice commanded, and she was quickly donned into her Silver Centurion armor. "I will only make this offer. Once! Give the girl to me, and I will consider letting you walk away."

"No can do," the alien said with a distorted mechanical voice. "I've taken a contract, and that requires that I deliver you to my employer. And armor or no, I'm taking you in." The alien said as he tossed Bethany aside.

"Then you have opted for death!" Beatrice bellowed as she fired a shot at the alien's throat. Aiming to kill it quickly... it didn't work.

"YOU BROKE MY VOICE MODULATOR!" The alien shrieked with a screeching high pitch voice. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT WAS TO FIND ONE THAT COULD HANDLE MY VOICE?!"

"What?... you seriously sound like Gilbert Gottfried?" Beatrice said in bewilderment.

"I don't know who that is... but I doubt it's any good!" The alien bounty hunter said as it charged at Beatrice with its gauntlet claws extended. The fight was intense as the storm around them raged, thunder and lightning going off as they traded blows.

Eventually, the bounty hunter attached an antenna to her back. "What do you hope to accomplish with this?" Beatrice asked.

"See, here's the thing. My employer let me know that you're part human, part machine, and part lavender... not sure how that works. But I know enough to know that this will hurt!" The bounty hunter boasted as a thunderbolt struck the antennae, shorting out Beatrice's Silver Centurion armor.

Then Bethany drove another antenna into the alien's thigh. The alien roared like some manner of dragon. Then Jennifer, who had just now caught up with Beatrice fired a shot from her robotic arm.

"Step away from the robot superhero and the little girl with the weird triangle head!" Jennifer said.

"Hey!" Bethany said indignantly.

"That's our fathers head!" Beatrice said, her armor no longer disguising her voice.

"Just go! Scram and never bother anyone ever again." Jennifer said.

"This ain't over Humans." The bounty hunter said as he disappeared in a ball of light.

"Bethany... Bethany are you alright?" Beatrice said in concern as she removed her helmet and looked over her sister.

"I'm fine Bea, I just feel a little- ACHOO!" Bethany sneezed.

"Oh, you've got a cold. We're going home right now! Thanks for the assistance, Jennifer!" Beatrice said as she rocketed to home.

Meanwhile onboard the Vow of Vengeance, the alien bounty hunter had just teleported to the ship. "Pre-Dour... do you mind explaining why you have returned empty-handed?" Ty'raka asked of the seven-foot-tall humanoid.

"So... you're going to laugh," Pre-Dour said, Ty'raka then grabbed the large muscular alien down to his eye level.

"Oh, I better laugh... because if you don't." Ty'raka said as Pre-Dour chocked in Ty'rakas grip. "Because if I don't. Then I'm certain you can imagine what I will do to you."

Meanwhile, at the Flynn house, Beatrice had finished drying off her sister and put her to bed. "But Bea I'm-ACHOO!"

"Not another word Achoo," Beatrice said sternly to her sister Bethany. "You need rest, and you're in no shape to go anywhere until this cold passes." She said as she scanned Bethany. "You've got a high fever; I'll get some soup on for you. DON'T. Leave your bed, got it?"

Beatrice then made her way to the kitchen, just in time for her parents to return. "What happened at the mall?" Phineas asked in concern.

"Alien bounty hunter kidnapped Bethany to get to me. We fought on the roof in my Silver Centurion armor. I got electrocuted, then Bethany stabbed him in the leg, also Jennifer was there." Beatrice said as she readied to make soup.

"Why do you sound so... nonplused by all that happening?" Isabella asked.

"Well, the alien said something weird... something that's been on the back of my mind since he brought it up." Beatrice inhaled sharply. "Dad... why am I part lavender?"

"Oh, it's not just lavender. I spliced all kinds of herbs and spices into your nanobot makeup." Phineas said.

"Phineas, you know how she feels about your geeking out," Isabella warned.

"Oh yeah I not only spliced in lavender, but I put in nutmeg, garlic, rosemary, roses, onion, oregano, basil-"

"Wait..." Beatrice said, cutting off her father. "You mean to tell me, that in addition to be in a robot. I'm basically a living SPICE RACK AND HERBALIST SHOP!?... AND MAYBE A FLOWSHOP AND FOREST?!"

"Now there's a reason for that!" Phineas said.

"No wonder I smell weird whenever I sweat!... is that why the first letter of my name means 'botany'? Ten years and you've never thought to just TELL me that!" Beatrice said in anger.

"Beatrice I know your upset, heck you didn't tell me that either Phineas," Isabella said to Phineas.

"Uh... don't you have a soup to make?" Phineas said trying to defuse the conversation.

"This conversation is far from over," Beatrice said sternly as she went back to making the soup. "Also, I absolutely refuse to refer to our spice rack as family." She said as she applied garlic powder to the soup.

"W-We weren't thinking that," Phineas said, repressing a laugh.

"Oh I know you better than that... also I took one of your dad jokes and used it with Bethany," Beatrice said with a smirk.

Phineas then fell to his knees. "NOOOOOOOOO!"

"Beatrice! You know your dad loves making dad jokes!" Isabelle said as she tried to console her husband.

"Exactly..." Beatrice said as she used her combat mode voice. "Also, I want to renegotiate my allowance. I'm not nearly paid enough for all this, AND I don't want to spend what feels like that majority of my Saturday's watching Bethany play in a ball pit. When I have to clean the bathroom, and dust and- I cannot complain about these things and work at the same time."