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Diesel sniffed around the Cortez brother's room the next morning, searching for something to chew on. He scanned the room with his high tech right eye and snorted, crawling under Spinner's bed. He looked around in the darkness, pressing his ears against his head. What to chew on… Well, Spinner did have a few t-shirts under his bed, along with one delicious looking shoe. Diesel put his paw on a lump of t-shirt, but something snapped at him. He whimpered in fear and jumped up, bumping his head on the bottom of the bed.
Spinner jolted awake, letting out a shrill scream. Sherman sighed in frustration and put the pillow over his head, trying to ignore his brother. "Was it another nightmare about the cupcake guy again?" Sherman asked in annoyance. "Because I'm not listening to the story about how cupcake man tried to bake you inside his oven at 450 degrees!" Spinner made a face and then paused for a moment.
"Sherman?" he whispered. "What if cupcake man is under my bed?" Sherman shook his head and slid farther under the covers to avoid answering any stupid questions. "I'm serious! Something thumped under my bed!" Spinner got to his feet and dropped his sheets and pillow. He leapt onto Sherman's bed and crawled under the covers. "Dude… Go look under my bed!" Spinner whimpered, crawling on top of his brother. Sherman glared up at Spinner and rolled his eyes, shoving the older boy off of his chest.
He got up and walked to Spinner's bed, kneeling down next to the bed. He looked under it and saw Diesel trying to take a bite out of Stephen, Lucas' turtle. "Spinner!" Sherman exclaimed. Spinner squealed and wrapped himself in a cocoon of blankets in fear. "It's just Diesel and Stephen having a…fight…" Sherman said, watching as the turtle chomped down on Diesel's left paw. The dog yelped in pain and shook the turtle off, scampering out from under the bed. He pounced on Sherman, knocking the younger Cortez over.
Diesel was shaking in fear as Stephen the turtle trekked out from under the bed. "Wait… It was the dog and the turtle? Well crap!" Spinner mumbled, jumping out of his cocoon. He picked Stephen up and patted the little turtle on the head. "Aww… Let's let you see Bigfoot, huh, boy?" Spinner asked in a childish tone, talking to the turtle like he was a baby. Stephen bit Spinner's finger. "Ow! Aww, you're a feisty little fellow, aren't you?" Spinner put Stephen down on the dresser, right next to the tank that contained Bigfoot.
The goldfish swam to the side of the tank as Stephen peered in with beady black turtle eyes. They seemed to be having an animal stare down, until Stephen got upset and started trying to attack Bigfoot by banging his head against the glass. Sherman hoisted Kit's cyborg dog and set him on his bed and then looked over at the turtle and fish. "Spinner, you might wanna grab Stephen, before he hurts himself," Sherman suggested. But Spinner was already asleep on the floor.
Diesel barked and looked up at Sherman curiously. The younger brother rolled his eyes and patted the dog on the head. "I guess you were looking for something to chew on, right?" Sherman asked. Diesel barked, sending a sonic blast out. Luckily it wasn't very powerful. Before anything else could be done, Diesel's ears pricked up and he barked, running around on Sherman's bed. Just as he stopped and sat down, stock still, Kit entered the room. She yawned and snapped her fingers. Sherman watched as Diesel jumped off of the bed and ran over to her.
"Here ya go, boy," Kit said, brandishing a fish. Diesel looked up hungrily as Kit held it high above his head. "Roll over." The German Shepherd dog immediately did so, and then jumped back up, wagging his tail in anticipation. Kit threw the fish up in the air and said, "Catch it, boy!" Diesel leapt up and caught the fish in his mouth, scarfing it down afterward. "Good boy," Kit praised, rubbing him behind his ears. He barked and the brunette put her finger on his muzzle, so he quieted down.
Sherman walked back over to the fish tank and picked Stephen up, setting him down on the bedside table. Diesel walked past Kit and out the door, but she didn't mind; he knew not to get himself into any trouble. The pup trekked around for a few minutes, trying to find something to keep himself occupied. Diesel huffed and sat down, his tail wagging back and forth, although a sort of puppy frown was on his face. Suddenly his ears pricked up and he looked around, watching as a red head exited one of the other rooms.
Stanford! Was the only word floating through Diesel's enhanced mind. He wondered what he should do. Kit didn't speak much of the boy, but the dog knew who he was. Let's just say that Diesel's parents were dogs that belonged to Simon, Stanford's brother. Diesel had always hated Simon, but he hated Stanford even more. A growl trickled out and Stanford turned his tired, emerald green eyes over to the dog. "You!" the boy exclaimed, backing away. "What are you doing here? You're… You're Simon's creation!" Stanford yelped.
Diesel barked and lurched forward, but Stanford ran like a little girl. He ran back into his room and made sure the door was closed. Diesel barked out what would be considered a laugh. He trotted back to the brother's room and entered, acting as if nothing had ever happened. Kit looked at him suspiciously as he made himself comfortable on Spinner's bed. "Crazy dog," she muttered under her breath, walking into the bathroom. The door slammed shut and Diesel snickered.
A few minutes later, Kit emerged dressed in a white, long sleeved shirt, with a sleeveless gray hoodie, and dark blue jeans with tears in the knees. She had on the thick black sneakers. "I got a gig to go to," Kit explained. "We'll be back later on." The brunette stepped back into the bathroom and pressed her thumb into a tray of black paint. She smeared her thumb against her cheeks, thus creating a thick black line of paint underneath both of her eyes. It resembled the look of the football player, but this was more to go with the persona she played while in her band.
After smudging a little glitter across her face, she applied gray mascara and then she proceeded to exit the bathroom. She flipped up her hood so that no one could see her face, however. "Why do you even bother with the paint and glitter if you're just going to wear your hood up?" Sherman asked, a little amused.
"I dunno. If the hood comes off, this sort of disguises me," Kit replied. "I gotta go! I'll be back later! Make sure Diesel doesn't eat Stephen!" With that, Kit ran out of the room.
The Battle Force 5 was sitting in the diner, having a quiet lunch. Well, Spinner was turning into a production, as he and Zoom were having a burping contest. Agura just rolled her eyes, and suddenly she realized that Stanford was nowhere to be found. "Hey, Vert!" she called. The blonde looked over at her curiously. "Where's the epic failure?" Just before Vert could even open his mouth to answer, Stanford burst in.
"Guys! Guess what we're doing tonight!" the red head exclaimed. No one answered. "We're going to a concert!" He waved tickets in the air. Sherman almost choked on his drink, while soda shot out of Spinner's nose, soaking Agura in snot and Sprite. The girl was annoyed, but she didn't say anything. "What?" He looked curiously at the brother's.
"Umm… What band is it?" Sherman asked, as Spinner whined about his nose burning from the carbonated drink.
"Blacktop, why?" Stanford replied. When the others didn't answer, he continued by saying, "You know, Blacktop as in the asphalt in parking lots?"
"No, no, we get that part," Sherman replied, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Then what's the big deal! They're one of the biggest bands!" the boy with the thick British accent replied. "They're great!"
"Oh wait, I know what band you're talking about!" Zoom exclaimed. "I love that band! The guitarists are awesome!"
"I know, right?" Stanford said in agreement.
"You got tickets?" Vert asked in surprised. "I think the kid on the keyboard is the best!"
"So we can go, then," Stanford said with a satisfied smirk.
"Of course!" Vert replied. "We all need a break." Spinner snorted and pulled out a VIP pass. "How'd you get those?" Vert asked, in surprise.
"We got lucky," Sherman cut in, giving Spinner a dangerous glance. The spiky haired boy stuck his tongue out at his brother and nodded in response.
"Hey, did you hear about how the female singer never takes down her hood?" Zoom asked. He and Stanford launched into a conversation about it all. Sherman and Spinner traded glances. This was going to be a long, long night.
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