Before the submarine blew up, I hopped inside the cushion closest to me. "Hey, guys!" I called. "Get inside the cushions! Trust me!"

I held my breath as the water went over my head. I closed the cushion and hoped, really hard, that my Double Decker Couch would keep us all safe. I heard some really muffled clicks nearby, so I assumed that everyone got inside a cushion. The couch floated up when the submarine blew up. We stayed inside for a few minutes, just to make sure the police were really gone.

I opened my cushion first, just to check. I didn't see any police copters. "Hey, we're safe now!" I exclaimed. Wyldstyle was next to leave, along with Unikitty, Batman, Benny and Vitruvius. "Huh, the Double Decker Couch. It was the only thing that stayed together," Wyldstyle said.

"Well, we're still alive," Vitruvius stated.

"Yay!" Unikitty cheered, wands appearing next to her head and vanishing.

"I guess it's not totally useless," Wyldstyle said.

"It's the only thing that stayed together!" Benny cheered.

"I always believed in you, Emmet," Vitruvius said. "You've done it. You've created your first Master Build."

"Really?" I asked, excited.

"Indeed," Vitruvius said. "You had no instructions, and it stayed together. Good job." I smiled. I did it! I created my first Master Build! My training has finally started!

"I don't mean to spoil our celebration," Batman started, "but did anyone notice we're stuck out here in the middle of the ocean...on a couch?" We all climbed out of our cushions. "It's not like a giant ship is going to come out of nowhere and save us-" As he was talking, a giant ship actually did appear out of nowhere. "-MY GOSH!" Batman yelled.

"Avast, mateys!" Metal Beard called, reaching over the side of his ship and pulling in the couch, and all of us with it.

"Metal Beard!" Benny cheered. "I thought you left!"

"Me did!" Metal Beard replied. "Did ye not hear the whole story of me woe?"

"Well, it's kind of hard not to when you're yelling about it," Batman said, wringing out his cape. Vitruvius whacked him with his staff. "Why did you come back and help us, then?" Unikitty asked.

"This bedoubled land couch," Metal Beard said, pointing at the Double Decker Couch. "Lord Business' robots completely overlooked it. Which means we need more ideas like it!"

"Oh, thank you!" I exclaimed, smiling.

"Ideas so dumb and bad that no one would ever think they could possibly be useful," Metal Beard finished.

"Oh, thank you," I said, disappointed. The entire group looked at me. Metal Beard did the same after seeing who everyone was looking at. "So, Special," Vitruvius said. "What do we do now?"

Uh...what DO we do now? My Double Decker Couch is apparently a 'terrible' idea that would work. And it was my first Master Build. What do we need to do? Lord Business overlooked my couch as some useless tool. It's just a cou-oh wait! That's it!

"Well...what's the last thing Lord Business expects Master Builders to do?" I asked.

"Build a spaceship!" Benny exclaimed, smiling.

"Kill a chicken?" Vitruvius asked.

"Marry a marshmallow!" Unikitty said. What? "Why, this..." Metal Beard said, shifting his body into a face, which started singing. "How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm, down on the-"

"No," I said, confused by their answers. "Benny, I'm sorry, but they would expect you to build a spaceship. It's follow the instructions."

Everyone apparently didn't like that and made sure I knew it. "Sounds weird," Unikitty said.

"I don't like instructions!" Benny cried.

"No, guys, look," I said, grabbing their attention again. "You guys are all creative and imaginative, but you can't work as a team. I'm just a construction worker. But when we had a plan, and worked together, we could build a skyscraper." Wyldstyle smiled a little and Vitruvius looked happy but it is a little hard to tell with his beard in the way. "You guys are Master Builders. Imagine what you could do if you can work together."

"Well said, Emmet," Vitruvius said, nodding. "Well said." I guess he was happy. I smiled a little. For once, people are listening to me. I am something. I am someone!

"It'd be a fine speech there, laddie," Metal Beard agreed. My smile grew. "Someone get me some markers! Some construction paper! And some glitter glue!"

Author's Note

"Someone get me some markers! Some construction paper! And some glitter glue!" Emmet exclaimed, cheerfully.