Thump.
Coco looked up at the ceiling of her lab. She was sitting in a tan sofa sipping juice, while taking a break from her schematics and engineering. Coco's laboratory was situated underneath the Bandicoot household, and was very large. It was a place where she could feel like herself and escape from the testosterone upstairs. The "thump" had undoubtedly been from her brothers - they always found a way to break something. Even though he saved the world countless times, Crash was a ball of energy that could not be contained. He had proven to be pretty untidy around the house and did little more than eat, sleep, and sleep some more. Crunch, on the other hand, was a staunch athlete who always strove for a better body and the well-being of his siblings. If he was not pumping metal, he was trying to get the trio to go outside and do something active. Coco sighed to herself. She was happy to have Crunch around, however. Being the oldest sibling, Crash and her really looked up to him. She respected the fact that Crunch always tried to help Crash along, even though he did not have to. When he was under Cortex's control, she had thought he was a monster. Yet now she knows of his noble soul and good intentions. Still, it had been a while since Cortex's last plot, and she thought her brothers would drive her mad. In the end, she decided to go and check on the noise to make sure someone did not crack their head open.
Crash looked down at the shattered remains of a cobalt-blue vase. He decided that perhaps he was not good at juggling. Yet. The day had been warm and sunny, like most other days in the Wumpa Islands. Of course, he was board out of his mind. His sister and brother were being boring for the moment. Coco was tinkering with whatever she is working on, and Crunch was benching.
"Why can't the world be more exciting?" he thought. However, he knew he was in for a good yelling when he heard Coco's footsteps near the top of the stairs that lead down to her lab. He could also hear Crunch's heavy footfalls coming from his room.
Crash smiled. It may not be the best form of entertainment, but breaking things brought his siblings together. Not always in a good way, though.
"Seventy-five, seventy-six, seventy-" Crunch was interrupted by a large thump from outside his door. Crunch had been busy benching four-hundred pounds when this interruption happened. Crunch's room was small and dark. By the window he had all his workout equipment - dumbbells, a bench press, and even a squat wrack. Crunch slowly wracked the bar and sat up, scratching his ear. His brother had managed to break something again. It was a hot day out, and the benching was the last thing on Crunch's list to do before a nice, cold shower. Wiping sweat from his brow, Crunch walked over to the door in his room, prepared to meet a furious Aku'Aku, an oblivious Crash, and an annoyed sister.
Coco was a true mathematical genius and understood things that the boys would never understand. However, she seemed to lack knowledge in the common sense department - along with Crash. Crunch had seen horrors his siblings could never imagine, and he could never forget. He worked on his build constantly so that when the day comes to defend his family, he will be able to perform with ease. He knew what was right or wrong in his family, but he feared what ignorant Coco and Crash may get themselves into. Until then, he has been busy teaching Coco and Crash new combat skills and forcing them to exorcise. They seemed to take things for granted though. He had about had it with Crash when this "thump" occurred.
"That fuzz-ball has no respect. I wonder if he will ever gain any."