Author's Note: Hey, everybody! As promised, this fanfic as well as the other fanfics in my Young Avengers series, have been updated with one additional chapter each.

First of all, I apologize for keeping everyone waiting. I know you were all eager for me to present these updates, and I had planned to upload them sooner, but there was a technical issue which set me back a couple of days, so I've been working tirelessly this past week in order to get this done before July 10. At last, I am done. Now, this was a rush job, so please forgive me if I make a few errors.

I hope all that's been settled. Enjoy this chapter. Any and all comments are welcome.

Anne and T'Challa joined the Plantars in their project of sticking pictures of old relatives onto a picture of a giant shrub.

"You know, Hop Pop, back home, we call this a family tree." Anne said.

"That's because everyone in your world is crazy." Hop Pop said.

"I'll try not to take that offensively." T'Challa said.

"Now, where was I?" Hop Pop asked looking over the family history book. "Oh, yes, Great Aunt Gertrude. She was a masterful dirt tiller. I mean, how cool is that?" No one was impressed. " Oh, and you can't forget second cousin Alfred. He was the king!"

"Wait! A king?" T'Challa asked in surprise.

"Yeah! The king of single-tiered irrigation systems."

"Yeah, you lost me." Anne said.

"Seriously?" T'Challa asked. "Does anyone here in town even know what a single-tiered irrigation system means?"

"Were our ancestors really all just farm frogs?" Sprig asked. "Where are the artists? The poets? The dreamers?"

"Just farm frogs?" Hop Pop asked offended. "Kids, the point of the shrub is to give you an appreciation for your past. The Plantar family has layers. You just have to know where to look."

"Layers, huh? Okay, then. Well, what's so special about her?" Anne asked pointing at a random relative.

"Polliana?" Hop Pop asked. "Oh, brace yourselves. She wasn't just any farmer. She was a turnip farmer!" Still, no one was impressed.

"Come on, T'Challa." Anne said heading to the living room couch. "We won't find any of our relatives in the shrub. So how's about a game of Slacker Stackers?"

"Slacker Stackers?" T'Challa asked. "Isn't that a single-player game?"

"It's no problem. I'll just pass the game to you and see if you can beat my high score." Anne said as she began to play on her phone.

"Don't have to be blood to be a Plantar, Anne." Hop Pop asked.

"No, but you do have to be a master stacker to get to level 46. If I can just..." Anne stopped when she hit game over. "No! Curse you, sudden death round! Why are you so hard?" She then passed the phone to T'Challa. "Okay, buddy. Your turn."

"Really? Well, okay, I guess." T'Challa said as he started to play the same game.

"Kids, this is based on nothing at all, but I'm almost certain that game will rot your brain!" Hop Pop said. He attempted to squeeze glue out of his glue-spitting but, but not a single drop came out. Uh-oh. Looks like we're out of glue."

"Does that mean we have to stop?" Sprig asked hopefully.

"Can we do something fun now?" Polly asked.

"No fun 'till the shrub's done. Just gonna run to the store real quick and get more glue. Be back in a jiffy. Don't go anywhere." Hop Pop said as he walked out of the house.

"This stinks!" Polly said. "Anne, T'Challa, you're lucky you're outsiders."

"Better yet, he's lucky he has a super awesome family." Anne said. "I mean, he's royalty for crying out loud. Right, T'Challa?" Her fellow human didn't give an answer. He was still playing on her phone. "Uh, T'Challa?"

"Sorry, Anne. Just playing." T'Challa said.

"Still?" Anne asked. "What about the sudden death round?"

"Oh, that? I already passed it." T'Challa said.

"YOU WHAT?!" Anne shouted startling T'Challa. It made him lose his focus and cause his game to end.

"Aw, man." T'Challa said passing the phone back to Anne who looked at the score.

"I don't believe it! You've got more than double my score! How'd you do that?" Anne asked in total shock.

"Just followed my instincts, I guess." T'Challa shrugged. "During an impossible situation, intuition is your best tool. At least, that's what my father says."

"Yet another reason why we should envy your family." Sprig said. "I mean, our ancestors didn't do anything weird. Or different. Or fun. I mean, look at this." He hopped up to the fireplace where a portrait of two blank farmer frogs was displayed. "Even this painting's making me depressed."

Sprig leaned his hand onto the portrait, when suddenly, it clicked. Suddenly, the portrait turned to its side and the whole wall began to shift. Everyone dropped what they were doing seeing the fireplace split apart revealing a dark staircase leading down.

"What the…" T'Challa began to ask. "What is this?"

"I don't know, but it sure looks unsafe." Anne said. "We have to go down there!"

"What?" T'Challa asked. "Didn't you just say it wasn't safe?"

"But there could be treasure." Sprig said.

"Or dead bodies." Polly said.

"Well, I don't want to be a dead body." T'Challa said.

"You worry too much." Anne said. "Look, tell you what. We go down there, and at the first sign of trouble, we turn back. Deal?"

T'Challa thought for a moment before sighing. "All right. Deal."

"Let's do this!" Polly yelled hopping down the stairs with the others.

The four of them took a few steps down until they heard the wall shifting behind them again until a shutting sound was heard after.

"Uh, did we just get locked in here?" Sprig asked.

"Oh, no." T'Challa gasped. "Now what? We can't turn back now even if we wanted to?"

"Then let's just find another way out." Polly said.

"Not like we have any other choice." Anne said.

The first room they stumbled into was a laboratory, with tables, shelves full of jarred monsters, and research notes on a nearby table. Sprig was immediately taken in at the sight of it.

"All this stuff was under your house?" Anne asked. "Freaky."

"That's one word to describe it." T'Challa said. "Why was this place sealed off anyway?"

"To keep it a secret, obviously." Sprig answered before picking up the research notes. "Who wouldn't want to steal this stuff?"

"Me. I don't want to steal this stuff." Anne said after seeing a carrot with a face on it.

"Anything there, Sprig?" T'Challa asked.

"According to these papers, this place belonged to Great Uncle Skip Plantar. He was a farmer and a brilliant scientist! He experimented with all kinds of stuff."

"He did?" Anne asked. "Why?"

"Well, it's hard to say, but it talks about fighting someone called… the Creator." Sprig said.

"The Creator?" T'Challa asked. "Who's that?"

"I don't know. But hey, how wild is this?" Sprig asked. "I wanna know more. Like, what does this do?" He grabbed a lever and pulled it right down.

Just then, a nearby gate opened and everyone watched in terror at what crawled out. It was a large, decaying pumpkin monster with four wooden feet, an orange leaf on its stem, and green slime drooling from its mouth.

"Maybe it's harmless." Sprig guessed.

Suddenly, the pumpkin monster roared right at the four.

"I don't think so!" T'Challa yelled pulling Sprig behind a table for cover. Anne did the same thing with Polly.

While the kids went to cover, the pumpkin monster moved from one side of the room to the other slamming onto the walls.

"It may be scary, but I don't think it's smart." T'Challa said.

"What do we do?" Anne asked.

"This abomination must be destroyed!" Polly yelled. "T'Challa, you go full cat and…"

"No!" Sprig interrupted. "There may be another way." He proceeded to get out of cover and ran toward the pumpkin monster.

"Sprig, no!" Anne yelled.

"What are you doing?" T'Challa asked.

"That pumpkin will squash you!" Polly cried out.

"There, there. Easy does it." Sprig whispered as he gently approached the pumpkin monster. It growled at him until Sprig embraced it in a big hug. "There, there, you beautiful disgusting thing." After a minute in the hug, the monster sighed and smiled.

"What is happening?" Anne asked in disbelief.

"I don't know, but it looks like it's working." T'Challa said.

"That's right. Mama Sprig is here." Sprig assured quietly. "Oh, you horrible, horrible, sweet boy. …Forgive me."

Suddenly, Sprig spun the monster around and pushed it back into its cage before slamming it shut. Once the monster was secured, everyone emerged from their hiding places to congratulate Sprig.

"Wow. I honestly didn't see that coming." T'Challa said.

"No kidding." Polly agreed. "Bro, that was hardcore."

"Love is the cruelest weapon." Sprig said.

"Agreed. Now let's get out of here before something else happens." Anne said.

But it was too late. Suddenly, the floor they all stood on collapsed causing them all to fall straight down to the next level.

When everyone recovered from their fall, they took notice of the new room they were in. Much to their surprise and Polly's delight, the entire chamber had enough weapons to be considered an armory. The wall was covered in swords, axes, maces, daggers, and other weapons.

"This is heaven." Polly said before noticing a portrait of a valiant knight frog hanging on the wall. Her name on the bottom made everyone recognize her. "No way! It's Polliana!"

"Wait! The Polliana?" T'Challa asked. "I thought she was a turnip farmer."

"She was more than just a turnip farmer. She was a turned-up warrior!" Polly said.

"Hey, check it out. I found her diary." Sprig said picking up a diary and opening it. Anne and T'Challa looked through its pages with him.

"The Bogwater Wars of '48. The Western Toad invasion of '53." Anne listed "Man, she was in a lot of battles."

Something in the pages caught T'Challa's eye. "Wait. Look at this. It's the Creator again?"

"Whoa, really?" Anne asked.

"It says here that Polliana joined any battle she could all across Amphibia," T'Challa said, "But the truth was, she was building alliances to amass an army big enough to fight the Creator."

"No way!" Polly said picking up a ball-and-chain mace. "Does it say anything else about this guy?"

"Uh… None that I can see." T'Challa said. "A lot of it is stained with blood and sweat."

"Guys, you don't think our family's in some secret war with a mysterious villain, do you?" Sprig asked.

"And I thought it was hard to sleep before." Anne said.

"I want in on the action!" Polly shouted.

"We need to know more." Sprig said. "Like, what does this do?" He grabbed a lever and pulled it right down.

Just then, the sound of blades swinging came from the only hallway that leads out of the room. The path had empty suits of armor swinging axes, spears that struck from above, a pendulum, and giant swinging mallets.

"Will you please stop pulling levers?!" Anne asked.

"Levers are for pulling, Anne!" Sprig replied. "Why is there a death trap here, anyways?"

"The diary says that this was Polliana's training simulator." T'Challa said. "There is a shut-off switch, but it's on the other end of the hallway, which means we'll have to go through all the dangerous stuff."

"Okay then." Anne said. "If we just go very slowly…"

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" Polly cried out as she jumped into the hallway. With her weapon in hand, she destroyed all the obstacles in her path with absolute delight. Once she reached the end of the hallway, she flipped the switch and turned everything off. Everyone caught up to her to congratulate her.

"Well, that was intense." Anne said.

"I know. Good job, Polly." T'Challa said.

"Thanks. So, you guys wanna do it again?"

"NO!" everyone shouted pushing Polly out the door.

The kids reached the next room, which was filled with artifacts across the corners along with diagrams and charts on the walls. There were also stacks of games and puzzles in occasional places.

"Oh, wow. Can you believe it? Another mysterious hidden chamber." Polly said unsurprised.

"Who's chamber do you think this was?" T'Challa asked looking around.

"I don't know," Anne answered looking at the stacks of games, "But this place is filled with games and puzzles. That's pretty cool."

T'Challa looked around until he found a book. He picked it up and perused through its pages until something caught his widening eyes. "No way! Anne, you better come see this!"

Curious, Anne and the others gathered around T'Challa reading the same book over his shoulder. There was a picture of a past Plantar family, but two of them weren't like the others. While the rest were frogs, two of them were newts.

"No way!" Anne gasped reading its pages. "Emma and Chandler? Honorary Plantars? Check it out, guys! They travelled all over the place, collected all this cool stuff, and settled with the Plantars. They weren't even frogs!"

"Wow. So cool." Sprig said.

"I guess even outsiders can be Plantars." Anne realized.

"I guess so too." T'Challa said.

"Ooh. What about the Creator? Is there anything in that book about him?" Polly asked.

"Oh, right. Hold on." T'Challa said flipping through the pages. He stopped when he came across the page he was looking for. After reading through it, he sighed. "Well, that's a relief."

"What is?" Sprig asked.

"Well, according to Emma and Chandler, there's no such thing as the Creator." T'Challa said. "When they moved in and saw how the Plantar family were readying for a battle against the mysterious Creator, they got worried. So they went on a journey to uncover the truth, but when they returned, they eased the family's minds and showed them that the Creator was just make-believe. After easing up, the Plantars hid away all their work and focused on their lives as humble farmers."

"Oh." Sprig said. "So there's no such thing as a Creator?"

"Nothing here proves otherwise." T'Challa said.

"I'm honestly relieved." Anne said. "Imagine having to worry about some spooky boogeyman who's planning against us."

"So now that that's settled," Polly said, "How about we get out of here?"

Everyone continued down the chamber until they came across what was shaped like a door, but was sealed with a brick wall. Some of the bricks had colorful tiles at the front. Sprig tried to push it and Polly tried to smash it, but neither had any luck. Anne, on the other hand, placed her finger to her chin and wondered.

"What's on your mind, Anne?" T'Challa asked.

Anne gasped. "Guys, this isn't just a door. It's a puzzle! It looks just like the Slacker Stackers game on my phone!"

"Well, that must be the mother of all coincidences." T'Challa commented.

"This should be a cinch." Anne said. She moved to the wall and quickly rearranged all the tiles that were there to cover the bottom half of the door. "There, I did it."

Before anyone could congratulate her, the room started to shake and rocks began to fall. Everyone looked up at the ceiling which was closing in on them from above.

"Anne, what did you do?" Polly asked.

"Oh, no! I know what this is. It's the sudden death round." Anne gasped. "T'Challa, you gotta take over! You managed to beat it!"

"Right! Let me just… OOF!" T'Challa was cut off when a falling rock landed right on top of his head. He fell to his knees and started seeing double vision while Sprig and Polly hopped up to him.

"I think he's concussed!" Sprig said. "Anne, it looks like it's up to you!"

"Me? No, I can't…" Anne started to say before taking a breath and turning back to the door where she spotted more colorful tiles sliding down like in her game. "Oh, boy. It really is up to me, isn't it?"

As the ceiling creeped closer to the ground, Anne moved frantically to shuffle the sliding tiles without stopping to wipe her sweat. Eventually, Anne succeeded in covering the entire gateway with tiles that fit perfectly. The door parted In the middle and revealed the exit clear as day.

"Woo hoo! I did it!" Anne cheered. "Take that, Hop Pop. Who's brain is rotten now, sucker?"

"No celebrating!" T'Challa yelled as Sprig and Polly dragged him and Anne right out of the room just before it was crushed.

Once he and the others were out, T'Challa recovered from the blow to his head and rested with his friends.

"We had your family history all wrong, guys." Anne said. "The Plantars weren't just farmers."

"Nope. They were twisted." Sprig said.

"They may have been chasing a ghost," T'Challa said, "But they still deserve credit for all the amazing things they have done."

"Yeah. They were pretty cool." Polly said. "Now, can we finally find a way out of here?"

Sprig smiled when his eyes spotted a lever. "Yeah. And I think I know how…"

"Don't you dare!" everyone warned him.

At long last, the kids returned to the living room through the grandfather clock right after Hop Pop returned home with certain parts of his body covered in glue he was trying to pick off.

"Well, that was intense, but at least we're home." T'Challa said.

"Kids? Why'd you come out of the clock?" Hop Pop asked.

"Hop Pop! We found those Plantar family layers you were talking about." Anne said.

"Found them?" Hop Pop asked. "Kids, I wasn't being literal."

The kids proceeded to tell Hop Pop all about what they had discovered and the chambers that they stumbled into and the ancestors' secrets that were kept hidden.

"Secret rooms? Full of Plantar family heirlooms?" Hop Pop asked with growing excitement. "Why, this is incredible! And most importantly, once again, I was right!"

After briefing Hop Pop, the kids returned to the family shrub where they were happy to work at.

"Our ancestors were the most amazing scientist, warrior, farmers ever!" Polly cheered.

"Everyone needs to know." Sprig said.

"Maybe not the part where their 'enemy' turned out to be just a fairy tale." T'Challa said. "Your ancestors will look like crackpots if the public knew."

"Well I want to see these rooms, too!" Hop Pop said.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on there, Hop Pop." T'Challa said. "You probably don't want to."

"Yeah. They're full or traps and super hard but satisfying puzzles." Anne said.

"Oh, and there was a pumpkin abomination! A real affront to nature. I loved it! And then betrayed it." Sprig said.

"No offense, but I'm not sure you could handle it." Polly said.

Hop Pop laughed. "You have no idea what I can or can't handle. What do you say, Loggle? Up for another adventure?" He turned around revealing Leopold Loggle glued to his back.

"Absolutelyyyyyyyy NOOOOOOOT!" Loggle yelled as Hop Pop carried him down the fireplace entrance.

"Should we go help them?" Sprig asked. His answer was answered by the distant sounds of traps being sprung, monsters roaring, and Hop Pop and Loggle's screams.

T'Challa sighed tapping his pendant and putting on his Black Panther costume. "I'll save them."