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Chapter 22 - Driving Lesson

"Me bored," Tyson whined as he laid on his stomach on the porch. His legs were swinging franticly up and down behind him as Brooklyn laid beside of him. Cosmo was curled up beside of Tyson while Yuki was perched on Brooklyn's stomach. The rain had at least stopped pouring and was now gently falling. One of the reasons why they had not gone anywhere today. The adults had said the weather was too messy.

"Me too," Brooklyn sighed as he petted Yuki and gave him a cookie that he had stuffed in his pocket for later. Yuki ate it rapidly and then disappeared into the house. He still had the bad habit of taking things but now he brought the items to Brooklyn since he was his master. "Wanna watch cawtoons?" Brooklyn ask as Tyson shook his head no, "how about a game then?" "Not interested," Tyson replied with a bored air, "me wanna pway outside with car." "Me too," Brooklyn agreed but the rain kept coming down and prevented them from doing just that.

The temperature was mild as they sat and watched the rain fall out of sheer boredom. "Are you two still sulking?" Bruce ask from the doorway as both chibis nodded, "there is plenty to do inside." "We wike outside bettah, daddy," Brooklyn informed, glumly as Bruce chuckled, "wish Kai, Tala and others were coming ovah." "You will have to make due playing with each other," Bruce reminded as he ruffled his hair affectionantly, "you will see them tomorrow." He left them on the porch as he went back inside.

Tyson excused himself from Brooklyn when the need to potty arose. He ran off to the bathroom, leaving Brooklyn to watch the rain fall alone. After a few minutes, he saw Tyson run past calling Bruce and screaming about a sea monster. It seemed that the toliet had stopped up again. Bruce then ran past with a plunger in hand as Tyson returned to the porch. "Stoopid potty," Tyson grumbled as he sat back down in his spot, "It twied ta drown me."

Brooklyn giggled and wondered where Hiro was since he hadn't seen him since breakfast. He had said something about taking a nap. He was complaining about losing sleep and had wanted a day where he could just stay in bed. Well, he had gotten his wish since it was raining but the two chibis were not happy. They sat in silence and moped for a while longer before they both decided to go inside and play since wishing for the rain to stop was not working. At that moment, Yuki returned with his first stolen item.

He placed a key ring in Brooklyn's lap. "Why ya take daddy's keys again,Yuki?" Brooklyn ask, looking at the ferret, "daddy might need them." Tyson looked at the silver keys as an idea struck and he grinned. Brooklyn rose and was going to give them back when the small bluenette stopped him. "No, wait!" Tyson called, jumping up from his position, "give 'em ta me."

He took the keys from Brooklyn's hand and looked at them with a smile. "Why ya want them?" Brooklyn ask, innocently, "they for big car that bewong ta daddy." "We can dwive," Tyson informed, "we gots experience from dwiving our own." He pointed to the toy Hummer that was sitting under the porch with them. "Ya gots ta be kidding," Brooklyn laughed, "that different than weal car."

"No, it not," Tyson defended with a pout, "me watch daddy dwive. It gots the same pedals and wheel. Besides, we can't dwive ours 'cause of rain. Wanna try?" He dangled the keys in front of Brooklyn's face mischievously as the small chibi thought it over. He had gotten better at driving the Hummer and besides what could it hurt?

"Oway," he replied with a giggle, "let twy." They snuck inside and grabbed their shoes. Bruce and Grandpa were on the other side of the house in the bathroom trying to stop the toliet from flooding. They made a mistake trusting that Tyson and Brooklyn were behaving themselves. They didn't think the duo would try something so reckless on their own.

Yuki was perched on Brooklyn's shoulders as Cosmo followed Tyson. They managed to get to the driveway without being caught as they looked at the car. The rain trickled down on their heads as Tyson shoved a key in the door which wasn't necessary since the car was not locked. He had a time getting it out since it had been the wrong key he had shoved in. Between he and Brooklyn, they managed to pull it out and open the car door.

Cosmo jumped inside first, followed by Brooklyn and then Tyson. Yuki climbed off of his master's shoulders and sat down on the dash as Tyson and Brooklyn looked at the controls. "What we do?" Brooklyn ask with a shrug of his shoulders. "Start car first," Tyson informed as he shoved every key on the ring into the ignition. The last one he tried finally fit as he turned it and the motor came to life.

"Pedals makes it go," he stated, "one of us steer while the other pushes pedals." Tyson stood up in the seat as Brooklyn climbed into the floorboard. "Which one do what?" Brooklyn ask as Tyson had to stand up in the seat to see over the dash. "Just try them," he stated as the one pedal did nothing but the other made the car rev. "It that one that make it go," Tyson called but Brooklyn pushed it again and nothing happened.

"Daddy, pull stick," Brooklyn called pointing to the gear stick on the floor that shifted the transmission, "that make it go." Tyson nodded and pulled the stick one gear back into reverse. The car lurched backwards making Cosmo howl in the backseat and Yuki dive under the front seat in a panic. "STOP!" Tyson screamed at the top of his lungs as Brooklyn let off the gas. The car came to a stop in the middle of the road and left skid marks in their wake. It was a good thing that it was raining and there were not any other cars on the street; otherwise, there would have been quite an accident.

The car stopped suddenly as the two chibis regained their breath and Tyson was clutching his chest like he was having a heart attack. "Not wike that," he snapped to Brooklyn, "push down just a wittle." "This not fun," Brooklyn complained as Tyson pulled the gear shift into drive. He wasn't that smart to know what the letters meant. He just didn't want to go backwards again.

"Can't swee," he complained as he pushed and pulled every button and knob on the steering column and dash. The horn blared, the music on the radio went up, the lights went on and off along with the emergency lights, the air conditioner started blowing cold air out of the vents and finally the windshield wipers came on. They were going quite fast but that didn't matter since Tyson could now see. "That bettah," he stated, "now Brookie, push down a wittle." Brooklyn did as he was told and pushed down a tad on the pedal. The car moved forward slowly but it was moving and it was only going to get worse before it got better.

Hiro had been having a very nice dream that involved himself, Brooklyn at his normal age, handcuffs and whipped cream when he was startled out of sleep by a car horn. He shot up in bed, confused as hell. "What the-" he stated, cursing as he tried to wake up fully. Since his window was close to the driveway, he looked out and saw the car was missing. "I guess dad or grandpa went to the store," he mused with a yawn as he laid back down but a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach would not abate. He was forced to get up and get some tea to settle it.

He yawned and stretched as he pulled on a t-shirt over his pajama bottoms and made his way to the kitchen. He walked into the room and muttered greetings to those gathered as he reached for a mug. His brain finally started to work as he turned around to see his father and grandpa sitting at the table and talking while one was researching material on the computer with the radio on in the background. He dropped the mug in surprise as it shattered on the counter. "Why are the both of you here?" he ask with surprise as he blinked.

"What do you mean, Hiro?" Bruce ask as he looked up from his monitor and sipped his tea. "I thought one of you went out," Hiro remarked, looking out the window that also faced the driveway. "Well, we are sitting here, little dude," grandpa remarked, "so how can either of us be gone?" Hiro looked out the window again to make certain that his eyes were not deceiving him but the car was not where it was suppose to be. "Where is the car then?" Hiro ask, "it is not in the driveway."

"Of course it is," Bruce stated with a sigh as he rose to please his eldest son. He gasp when he saw the vehicle was missing, "where did it go?" Grandpa jumped up from his chair as well as they crowded around the window. That funny feeling was still in Hiro's stomach as he realized who was missing. "Where are Brooklyn and Tyson?" he ask, quietly as Bruce and grandpa looked at each other before the younger darted to the porch.

Several colorful curses could be heard as Bruce reappeared. "They are not out there," he stated, starting to panic, "you do not think that they would attempt to drive the car?" He looked at his son and father, who exchanged a look with each other before the three men bolted out the door in a panic. They saw the skid marks in the driveway and came to only one conclusion. "Kuso!" Hiro cursed, running out into the street in his pajamas and bare feet while fearing the worse.

Meanwhile, Tyson and Brooklyn had made it to the end of the street without incident. When Tyson attempted to turn the car left, he went too wide and hit a mailbox and recycle bin. Brooklyn who was sick of being in the floor decided it was time to change positions. "Me wanna dwive now," he begged, standing up as his foot hit the gas pedal and the car sped up considerably. "No, me wanna dwive," Tyson protested as Brooklyn grabbed the steering wheel and they fought over it as the car swerved, "it mine idea."

"Not fun in fwoor," Brooklyn snapped, "ya push pedal for while and see if ya wike it." "Me wanna dwive," Tyson fought back as the car fortunately slowed down to a crawl as Brooklyn lifted his foot, "ya get your turn soon. Mine idea!" "WOOK OUT!" Brooklyn screamed as a tree suddenly appeared in front of them. They both screamed as the car bumped the tree and then they went silent.

Hiro ran faster than both grandpa and Bruce as he made it to the end of the street and looked in both directions. "Where, where, where?" he ask, jumping up and down in a panic and saw the mailbox and recycle bin. He ran left ignoring that his feet were hurting from the pavement and finally saw the car sitting in a neighbor's front yard. "Oh kuso!" Hiro screamed, seeing that the front was now in a tree. He ran to the car and threw open the door with such force that he nearly ripped it from the frame. He didn't notice that the car had barely bumped the tree or that there was minimum damage to the vehicle itself.

Tyson and Brooklyn were sitting in the front seat holding one another tightly and crying hysterically. The impact hadn't even been hard enough to deploy the air bags. "Thank the gods," Hiro murmured as he looked the pair over since they seemed unharmed; only scared. At least he could be thankful for something. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING!" he screamed, snapping the pair out of their hysterical fits of crying.

"HERO!" Brooklyn cried out and jumped into his arms, "It awful! Ty-Ty bad at dwiving. Made me go potty in pants!" Hiro found himself with an armful of a wet Brooklyn as the little chibi cried into his neck. He was reluctant to wrap his arms around him since he was wet but Hiro bet that Tyson had not come out of the accident unscathed. Hiro was upset but couldn't find it in his heart to yell at the pair anymore from the way they were crying. They had definitely learned their lesson about trying to drive.

Bruce and grandpa arrived at that moment which was a good thing since the owner of the tree and front yard stepped out onto her porch. "Hello, Mizoguchi-san," Grandpa greeted the elderly woman politely and hoping to minimize the damage done from his grandson, "I can explain everything." The woman's attention turned to grandpa, who was happy, since he had a crush on the woman. "Tyson, Brooklyn," Bruce called as he ran to the car and Tyson jumped into his arms, bawling loudly, "are you all right?" "It awful, daddy," Tyson bawled, "Brookie wouldn't let me steer."

"Me didn't wike pedals," Brooklyn sniffled, "me wanted ta dwive but Ty-Ty wouldn't wet me. Thought it would be fun but it not. All his idea! Me gonna give keys back!" The two chibis put the blame on each other as they pointed fingers and called each other names as they cried.

Bruce put Tyson down as he looked in the car to survey the damage. Cosmo whined as he jumped out with Yuki perched on his back. That scene would have been cute if the situation had not been so serious. Both the dog and ferret did not look at all happy with either Tyson or Brooklyn. Bruce got in the car and turned the ignition as the car came back to life. He backed the car up as Tyson was firmly attached to Hiro's leg bawling. "The car is fine," Bruce stated with a sigh of relief, "I'll drive it home after dad gets everything settled."

"Everything is fine, dudes," Grandpa said with a smile as he approached and waved at the older woman, "we just got to replace what was damaged like the fence and her flowers but otherwise everything is A-okay." "What did you have to do to satisfy her?" Hiro ask since the woman was known to be a pain around the neighborhood. "She couldn't resist my charms, little dude," Grandpa stated with a grin, "and I got a date tonight." "The sacrifices we make," Bruce joked as they were going to get in the car but Tyson and Brooklyn both refused, making Hiro have to walk back with them on foot and the pets as well. When Tyson tried to pet Cosmo, the puppy growled and actually bared his teeth at his master.

When they got back to the house, they were surprised to see Cosmo disappear for the rest of the day while Yuki gladly went back in his cage. He somehow even managed to pull the door shut behind him to keep the humans out. Grandpa made both of the chibis some hot chocolate to try and calm them but Brooklyn refused to leave Hiro's arms and they both were still crying. "There is a dent on the front bumper," Bruce stated, entering the kitchen and pouring himself a mug of coffee. He needed something stronger than tea after this experience and was tempted to raid grandpa's liquor cabinet.

"And a bit of the paint is missing," he continued after a sip, "but otherwise everything seems fine. Tyson, what possessed you and Brooklyn to try something so dangerous and reckless?" "Don't know," the little bluenette cried, getting into Bruce's lap when he sat down and hugged the man tightly, "ya made dwiving wook easy and fun." They both had been so severely traumatized by the event that the three men had doubts if they would ever get in their toy car again. Bruce stroked Tyson's hair as he tried to calm his youngest son as his eyes turned to Hiro, who was trying the same tactic with Brooklyn.

Brooklyn's crying had dulled considerably as he hiccuped slightly with his head on Hiro's chest and a thumb in his mouth. "I'm going to give him a bath," Hiro remarked after a while, "and see if it helps calm him. He needs one as do I after this adventure. You know, I would rather have them streaking the neighborhood than do something like this." "Don't give them anymore ideas," Grandpa warned with a glare, "I don't know if my heart can take another shock like that."

"Me either," Hiro mumbled as he left the kitchen with his charge. He heard the phone ring as they were bathing and Bruce popped his head in his room as he was dressing Brooklyn. "We have been invited to dinner at the house," Bruce informed, "Oliver is in one of his creative moods and is cooking dinner with Kevin's help. Hopefully, a food fight will not ensue in the kitchen this time." His attempt at humor did not amuse Hiro, who frowned at his father.

"Stanley will send the bus since I doubt we will be able to get these two into the car," Bruce added with a weak smile, "you had to understand that I had to try." Hiro's dark expression made Bruce leave and turn his attention to Tyson. "You do not deserve to be rewarded for such bad behavior," Hiro mused as he finally got Brooklyn dressed but the chibi was clinging to him like he was his second skin, "and it appears that you are going to be even more clingy than usual. I am so looking forward to the spending the rest of the afternoon and evening with you." His dark sarcasm made Brooklyn's bottom lip tremble as the tears started to fall from his lashes again.

He started to wail so loud that both grandpa and Bruce thought Hiro was killing him and had to check on the two. "Brookie, I'm sorry," he apologized, lifting him into his arms, "I love you, tenshi but sometimes you do some of the stupidest things. You had me worried to death. I thought you had killed yourself. And where would I be without you? All alone is what."

Brooklyn was too upset to speak any coherent words but Hiro's softer voice did get his crying down to a whimper. He knew that he had done something really bad and he had no idea of how to make it up to him. Would his Hiro ever be able to forgive him for being a really bad boy? "Me sorwy," he cried into Hiro's neck, "didn't mean ta cause twouble. Don't want to weave ya awone."

About an hour later, their transportation arrived and pulled up to the curb. "Time to go," Bruce remarked as he entered the lounge where the three of them were sitting and watching television. Brooklyn was curled up in Hiro's lap as Tyson was using one of his legs as a pillow. They had no problems putting on their shoes and sweaters until the two chibis saw the bus. "Daddy, no," Tyson pleaded as he grabbed on to Bruce's legs, "don't make me."

Bruce sighed and rolled his eyes at Tyson's behavior before he lifted his son and carried him on the bus. He cried the entire time as it was Hiro's turn. Hiro's eyes narrowed on Brooklyn, who was shivering as he looked at the vehicle. He had a bad feeling that Brooklyn was going to be just as difficult or more so than Tyson and prepared himself for the headache that was about to develop. He grabbed Brooklyn's hand and pulled him toward the bus.

"Hero, don't wanna," Brooklyn cried as Hiro tried desperately to pull the chibi on the bus, "me don't wike riding now." Since Bruce had a similar experience with Tyson, it proved that what they had feared earlier was true. The duo would probably never drive their car again. "Brooklyn if you do not get on the bus," Hiro warned, "then you will not see Kai or Tala. Don't you want to see your friends?"

Brooklyn stopped crying and sniffled as he thought it over. If he wanted to see his friends, he would have to get on the bus. "Can they come here?" he ask, pitifully as you could hear Tyson crying from inside the bus. "No, they can not," Hiro replied with a frown, "get on the bus." "NO!" Brooklyn protested as Hiro heard his father laughing softly. Even the driver had a big grin on his face from the chibi's actions.

Hiro gave up being nice and picked Brooklyn up, who started to scream like bloody murder. He then practically threw him through the door and jumped on quickly to prevent him from scampering down the steps. Fortunately the driver closed the door as the bus lurched forwards making both Tyson and Brooklyn cry even louder. Both Bruce and Hiro massaged their temples and the ride seemed longer than usual because of Tyson and Brooklyn's behavior. When they arrived at the house, both men literally jumped from the bus when it was still moving to escape the noise.

"Gwound," Tyson greeted after jumping down from the steps and kissed the pavement, "nevah thought me see you again." That scene brought a smile to both Bruce and Hiro's face but when Brooklyn was going to follow Tyson's lead, Hiro grabbed him in his arms. He didn't want his nice white clothes to get dirty. "Dad, do we tell them?" Hiro ask as they walked to the door and rang the bell. "Stanley all ready knows about their joy ride so I guess we might as well," Bruce replied as they heard footsteps, "everyone is going to notice their odd behavior." Both of them got quite a surprise by who answered the door.

"LOOK WHO IS BACK TO NORMAL!" Max yelled in a sing song voice as the door flew open. Both Hiro and Bruce sweatdropped as they walked inside as Max giggled hysterically, looking more insane than Brooklyn had during his fit of madness and glomped the two of them before he took off running. "What was that all about?" Bruce ask with confusion as Daichi appeared. "Have you seen Max?" he huffed, looking quite mad. "He went that way," Bruce offered, motioning to his left, "he seemed a bit hyper."

"He got into my stash of candy," the small red-head wailed, "and ate all of my sweet tarts and chocolate. Wait until I get my hands on him." He took off in pursuit of the hyper master of Draciel. Hiro and Bruce exchanged a look and thought perhaps that dealing with Brooklyn and Tyson was better than this mad house. Judy arrived at that moment and was breathing heavily. "I do not know what is worse," she mused with a laugh, "a hyper four year old or a hyper fifteen year old but his sugar rush should be wearing off at any time."

When they didn't laugh, Judy looked at them oddly and from the expressions on their faces knew something had happened. "Do I even want to know what happened to you?" she ask with a raised eyebrow as she looked at the four of them. "Where do we even start?" Hiro murmured, darkly, "you would not believe what these two did earlier." "I have a feeling there is an interesting story behind this display," Romero smirked as he surveyed them, "and I want to hear it. Hiro, is that a grey hair?"

Hiro's eyes widened as he practically threw Brooklyn into his father's arms. "Where?" he began to panic as he pulled his hair down and was looking franticly, "Brooklyn, you gave me a grey hair and I'm too young to have grey hair." He freaked out even worse as he ran to the nearest bathroom to look in a mirror. Everyone in the hall sweatdropped from his odd behavior. "I wouldn't be surprised if I had more than one," Bruce added with a sigh, "not after what my sons did."

"We say we sorwy," Tyson pleaded, tugging on his pants violently, "didn't mean ta cause twouble." He started to bawl again as Bruce sighed since it turned into a duet with Brooklyn. "What ya do!" Kai demanded, appearing suddenly with Tala and had his hands on his hips, "who make Brookie cry?" He glared at the adults, who shrugged since they had no idea what was going on except for Bruce. "Go play with the others," Bruce soothed, setting Brooklyn down as Tala embraced him in a hug that had no effect. Tala looked put off a moment later when he did calm down after Kai held him for a few minutes.

"Brookie, ya okay?" Kai ask with concern as his crimson orbs looked into a pair of sea foam green, "what wrong?" "Sometwing bad happen," Brooklyn whimpered as he buried his face in Kai's shirt, "me upset daddy and Hero and gwandpa." He cried softly, soaking Kai's shirt as the dual hair stroked his hair. He hated to see the younger upset and he was determined to find out what had happened to the smaller chibi. "Did Ty do sometwing ta ya?" he inquired as Brooklyn nodded and Kai gave Tyson a chibi death glare.

"What he do?" Tala demanded with his own chibi death glare, "me teach him lesson." It was a good thing that Max reappeared looking calm with Rei and Mystel in tow. Otherwise, Tyson would have probably received a beating from the two little Russians, who were quite protective of Brooklyn. "What happen?" Rei ask, looking at the three of them, "why Brookie crying?" "Don't know," Kai shrugged, tighting his grip on Brooklyn, "no one say."

Max felt pity for his chibified friend but cringed from the glares Tyson was receiving from Tala and Kai. He had an overwelming urge to protect the chibified world champion in case Kai and Tala tried something against him. "Ty, are you all right?" he ask as Tyson mumbled a few incoherent words and glomped Max around the legs. Max looked at his mother, who shrugged in confusion and then turned to Bruce, who sighed. Hiro had not returned from the bathroom, leaving him to explain what had happened. "I'm guessing that Stanley did not tell you," he began, selecting his words carefully.

"Does this have something to do when he called ?" Judy inquired, "he was laughing so hard when he got off the phone that we couldn't understand a word of what he said. He then went to the office to sort out some matters. What could they do to make Hiro freak out?" They went into the lounge where several of the other teens were watching a movie and curled up on the furniture. Miguel and Raul were entwined with one another on a loveseat while Julia, Mathilda and Garland were sharing the couch. That was an odd sight since the two girls were curled up with each other leaving Garland sitting solemnly by himself at one end and glaring at the pair.

Bryan, Spencer, Robert and Daichi soon joined them as they all found a seat and Bruce began to tell them what had happened earlier that afternoon. The chibis were sitting in front of the television but they were more interested in the story that Bruce was telling than what was on the screen. Hiro finally returned from the bathroom by the time Bruce had got to the part where they had noticed that Tyson and Brooklyn were missing. After a few more minutes, their misfortunate driving adventure had been told to the others. The room was oddly quiet until all of the teens and adults burst into raucous laughter.

"They did what?" Judy shrieked with laughter, "I can't believe it!" "They drove the car," Bruce repeated as the blonde woman started to howl with laughter. "And I thought Kai and Tala were trouble," she managed to get out inbetween fits of laughter, "no wonder Stanley had to send the bus and why he was laughing so hard." "They refuse to get in a car now," Bruce added, looking at them darkly, "you know, it wasn't funny. We thought they had killed themselves."

"I can't believe that you ran out of the house in your pajamas," Garland remarked inbetween chuckles; even he could not help but laugh at his coach's expense and it lightened his mood. "That was very uncouth and undignified for someone your age," Robert added as he tried to hide the smile and laughter that was coming from him. Hiro blushed as he looked in a handheld mirror that he had borrowed from Mathilda. He was still looking for grey hairs since the other had been a false alarm from the lighting. The chibis were now sitting in a circle and talking animately about their joyride.

"You dwive weal car," Kai gasp as he looked at the pair, "that incredible. Brookie, ya my hero!" "No, me not," Brooklyn cried, indignantly, "It awful. Ty-Ty dwove us inta twee." "No, me didn't," Tyson protested, "ya the one steering." "Ya were," Brooklyn accused, pointing a finger at his adopted brother as they stood up to confront the other. Hiro decided to intervene before the matter turned into a chibi wrestling match.

"If I am not mistaken," Hiro added, silencing them, "you were both fighting over the steering wheel when you went into the tree so technically it was both of your faults." That remark silenced the pair as they sat down again but away from one another. Tala and Kai pulled Brooklyn to them for comfort while glaring at Tyson. Rei and Mystel didn't know who to pity since they did not want to take sides in the matter. They agreed that they were both at fault.

"Tyson, do you have any sense?" Max ask, looking serious for once as Tyson crawled into his lap, blew a raspberry at Brooklyn before he hugged the blond tightly. Tyson shivered as Max returned the embrace and was smiling. In truth, he was laughing hysterically on the inside but did not want his chibified friend to think it was funny. That would just encourage even more reckless behavior and he didn't want to be responsible for anything he did especially if he got hurt. Brooklyn for some reason pouted and looked extremely jealous.

He pulled away from Tala and Kai, who were quietly whispering about cars and driving and went to Hiro. "Hero," he whined, "me need hug." He held out his arms as the waterworks started once again and made him look even more pitiful. Hiro put the mirror down and sighed as he looked at the small chibi. "You are not going to be satisfied until you give me at least one premature grey hair," he snapped, pulling the chibi into his lap and hugged him tightly.

"Don't mean too," Brooklyn remarked, sounding sincere, "me not twink." "That might work," they overheard Tala say as Kai grinned and added, "that be wool. We twy it then." "KAI! TALA!" Judy shouted as the pair stopped conspiring and looked at the woman, "don't even think about driving a vehicle because I can guarantee that if the car doesn't kill you, I WILL!" The two chibis exchanged a look with the other, paled and shuddered violently from her threat as the adults and teens burst into laughter from the expressions on their faces. Everyone knew that Judy would not be as nice as Bruce if the duo tried something that reckless and dangerous. Tyson and Brooklyn might could get by with it but Kai and Tala definitely would not.

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