"Ben, stop it, it's disgusting!"

"What are you talking about, Gwen?"

"That thing with the hoverboard!"

"What? Oh, do you mean this?"

With a smirk even bigger than before, Ben pulled a small switch on the side of the device, which squirted out some strange sticky green goo that Gwen was already covered with. She shrieked and tried to dive, but the goo held strong, bonding her to the seat. She screamed some more as the gunk splattered all over her chest, dripping down to her legs before it stuck.

"BEN! You are SO gonna PAY for this!" Ben merely shrugged and sprayed his cousin with more goo. "I'll- I'll-"

"You'll what?"

"GRRRAAAAANNNNDDDPPAAAA!"

That wiped the smirk of Ben's face.

"GRANDPA, BEN'S SQUIRTING GOO AT ME AND I-"

"Shut up Gwen!" Ben fired a line of slime directly at Gwen mouth, preventing her from speaking anymore. Yet he wasn't quite fast enough, as Grandpa Max halted the RV and stomped back to where Ben sat. "Ben, what did you do?"

Trying as hard as he could to not burst out laughing, Ben turned towards Grandpa with his feet crossed and fingers laced on the table with an obvious look of "innocence". He changed from silly, mischievous Ben to an immaculate angel in about 2.1 seconds.

"What ever do you mean, Grandfather Max?" Ben said in a high-pitched, fake-saintly voice. He blinked several times to encourage the look of confusion. Gwen sat in utter disbelief, blinking at Ben's little charade.

Grandpa Max gave Ben an I-wasn't-born-yesterday look. He knew Ben. Besides, he was sitting across from Gwen who was covered in the same goo Stinkfly spat out. There wasn't exactly a line of suspects.

"Ben, be serious."

"I am!"

Grandpa Max stared daggers at Ben. "Ben…"

"Really!"

Grandpa sighed, shaking his head. "Are you sure you don't want to change your answer?"

Ben was really confused now. "What? I was just goofing around…"

Grandpa Max sighed again and began pulling at Gwen wriggling body. "Here, help me get her up."

Ben leaped up and helped heave. They got a lot off of her arms and almost got Gwen off the chair, but ended up taking off more dried goo. When they got the mouth piece off, Gwen complained to Max about Ben's irresponsibility and how he should locked up in a cage and how he should grounded and…

"Please Grandpa, can't I glue her mouth shut? Just this once!" insisted Ben. "Then I'll never ever do it again! Puh-leeeeease…"

After a half an hour or so, Gwen was finally freed. She showered another half hour while Grandpa gave Ban a stern talking to about his powers and how he should- and shouldn't- use them.

"But I didn't use my powers!" Ben started, "It's in the hov- er, I mean… uhh… actually…"

Gwen stepped out of the RV where Ben and Grandpa were sitting. "I hope your happy Ben," she snapped, "It finally came out, but it took like 20 shampoo bottles!"

Ben rose slowly, as if deciding what to do, then stood and ran to his cousin.

"Hey, I'm sorry. Here, let's get in and… um… do something!" He seized her arms and shoved her all the way to the RV. He rammed her into the vehicle and almost made it to the back when Grandpa Max said, "Ben, give it here."

"Aw man!" Ben trudged to the front of the van, by the table where he and Gwen sat only an hour before. He sighed and ducked under the table. He appeared holding a large, flat, black, disk-like object in his hands. He sluggishly passed it to Max and marched to the back. Gwen passed by with a smirk and sat in the chair Ben had before, typing on her laptop.

"The only fun around here and Gwen's gotta go mess it up. What a dork." Ben began playing a video game to take his mind off things, and in hope the noises would bother Gwen.


Hey, guess what show I like nooooowww! I'll give you a hint...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Ben Tennyson, Gwen, Max, or pretty much any character or thing in this story, just the story, thanks.

It's one of my famously short chapter! Woo! Read and Review please, thanks much.