Hey, I am sooooooo sorry that I've not updated this and it's a short chapter but I'm having trouble with school and real life sucks and yeah. I've started writing this other story called the Future of the Lab Rats and I've been helping SummerSun15 with her story (Which you need to read and jsduihvuydsiaownajvjhxbdknl... And I will answer reviews in the next chapter which will be up before next Sunday... I promise... I just can't answer reviews right now because I need to do something in like 1 minute so... See you next week! And check my other story out!

Donald sighed as he declined Douglas' email, yet again. He had been asking for over a month now to turn his kids into bionic creations. In all honesty, Donald didn't think he was going to give up. He knew his brother was ambitious but this was getting out of control. He packed up his laptop and shoved it in his bag. He wondered upstairs and saw Molly trying to convince Adam that his broccoli was not going to grow into tree when it was in his stomach.

"Going to work, honey and I won't be back until tomorrow." She sighed as Adam and Bree raced through the house with Chase toddling along behind as quick as he could.

"Do you really have to?" She said with her baby voice.

"Stop with the puppy eyes, Mol..." He said as Adam, Bree and Chase started yawning. "I'll put the kids to bed if you want..."

"No, I'll do it... I promised I'd tell them a bedtime story about three super human beings who just happen to be called Adam Bree and Chase."

He chuckled and kissed her, "I'll be back before tomorrow night..."

"You'd better."

He kissed her again and walked out the house, started the car and drove to the hotel.

Molly sighed as the doorbell rang. Was it someone looking for Donald? As much as she wanted her husband to continue with his career she found it annoying to host a gathering of Donald's friends in which she would awkwardly offer them a beverage. It wasn't fair on Adam, Bree and Chase either, it seemed Donald's clients never came round before the kids bed time.

Stupid business people.

She opened the door to see Douglas. "Hey Douggie," he smirked at using Donald's teasing tactic on him, "what is it? It's just that I'm having trouble putting Adam to bed..."

Doug smiled, "Yeah well I can fix that. Can I come in?"

"Sure."

As soon as she closed the door, Doug hit her hard enough to make her pass out.

"Sorry, Molly, I'll take care of them."

He walked towards the nursery.