Build. Kick. Crash! Build. Kick. Crash! This was the pattern that for so long had repeated itself as Rick played. Said pattern was just about to repeat once more as he reared up and prepared to pounce. However, just before he could destruct his creation, his mother interrupted.

"Rick, can you come here a moment?" Caroline called to him. He sighed in defeat, drawing away from the structure. Demolition would have to wait.

"What?" he asked impatiently. In his mother's arms was his younger sister.

"I'm a bit busy. Why don't you play with the baby for a while?" She suggested. Rick groaned, throwing his arms up. He hated that baby and his own parent should have understood this by now. Despite his obvious disapproval, Caroline shoved her into his arms.

"Dumb baby..." The boy muttered under his breath. Reluctantly, Rick carried her back to the bedroom he shared with his brother. He sat her down in the corner, facing the wall, ensuring she wouldn't interrupt him. As soon as the deed was done the rascally boy resumed kicking down his stack of blocks. Delighted laughter erupted from him upon doing so.

Suddenly Chell's illiterate babbling disrupted his activities. Rick grumbled and stood up.

"Be quiet, Chell!" He shouted in her direction. The infant only replied with high pitched giggles. "Urgh! I don't wanna play this game anymore. I'm gonna go on an adventure instead." He had decided. After straightening his fedora that was clearly to big for him, Rick turned around and began marching into the other side of the room. Chell didn't hesitate to crawl after him.

"Babies can't go on adventures!" Rick snapped at her. "Especially not girl babies!" He added, sticking his tongue out at her. As soon as his statement had been brought across, he hurried over to where his trusty sidekick Indiana Jones was placed. Or, where it would have been. He smacked himself right on the forehead upon remembering he'd lost it the day before.

"Aww, now who's gonna help me fight crime?" He asked. Looking back at his sister, Rick noted that he had two options. Option one, accept Chell as a temporary sidekick. No way. Option two, have no adventures that day. That wasn't going to happen any time soon.

"Okay Chell, you can help me on my adventure." He growled. This would surely be the worst adventure ever. His dumb sister probably wouldn't even know how to fight crime. More than anything she would slow him down.

"Okay, that's Carl the dinosaur." He said, pointing to a T-Rex figurine on the opposite side of the room. "He's the bad guy and we have to stop him. I'll go first!". Rick charged at the toy, hollering at the top of his lungs. Unfortunately, he had disregarded the stray sheets in his path and tripped over them, eventually becoming entangled in them. He was stuck.

"Nng! Ah! I can't move!" He shouted. Looking back at Chell he called out to her.

"Chell! I need back up!". Immediately his sister crawled across the carpet. However, she crawled right past him and towards Carl. Rick felt a strange sense of panic in this. "No! Don't do it! He's too dangerous for you on your own!" He hollered in a panicked voice.

To his surprise, his younger sister swiped at the dinosaur, knocking it over completely. Meanwhile, Rick had managed to break free of his bonds. A great smile stretched across his face.

"Yeah! You did it!" He cheered. The boy ran over to Chell and picked her up. Cheering and praising her, Rick spun around with her in his arms until he collapsed. Laughing, his seated her on the floor in front of her. He squatted down and removed his hat.

"Here, you can wear my hat if you wanna." He said, placing it atop her head. He giggled as it was much, much too big on her. So much so that it covered her eyes.

Despite how much protest he had previously given to having a baby sister, an odd sense of pride filled him when he saw her wearing his fedora. Maybe Chell wasn't so bad after all.