Harper Wilson, 15-year-old, having discovered her best friend, Leo Dooley's inventor stepdad has three bionic, super-powered teens living cloistered in a secret lab beneath his home, brings them out into the world.
• Season 1-4
• Chase Davenport x f...
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Harper swiveled around in her chair in the Lab when Adam, Bree and Chase trudged back from their mission. They all looked completely drained, like they'd just gone through a battle.
Adam collapsed on the control panel, lying there as though it were the only place his body could go. Bree, on the other hand, leaned against the panel as she gave a long, drawn-out sigh. Chase, meanwhile, sank into a nearby swivel chair beside Harper, slumping like a deflated balloon.
Mr. Davenport clapped his hands, a smug grin on his face. "Another successful mission! Sure, you guys blew a lot of stuff up, but hey, that's the city's problem now."
"Ugh, I am so exhausted." Bree groaned in frustration. "I can't wait to just stand up and go to sleep."
"Well, you guys get your rest. My big NASA presentation is this week, and we still have to complete training on my gravity propulsion belt." Mr. Davenport informed.
Leo, who had been sitting at his desk, stood up and smirked. "I don't know what that is, but it sounds like it does a lot more than hold up my pants."
"This is a huge contract. If NASA buys this, astronauts will be able to spacewalk anywhere in the galaxy. They'll probably name a moon after me, or a planet! Things are gonna land on me! I'll see you guys bright and early in the morning." Mr. Davenport explained.
"Wait, tomorrow? No, no. That's not gonna work. I planned an awesome cyber pong tournament. I made nicknames and everything. I'm 'Kingpong'." Leo said, flexing his biceps.
"And tomorrow's the 'Teen Fiancée' marathon on TV." Bree chimed in. "I didn't think it was possible, but I actually found a group of people whose lives are more pathetic than mine."
"Yeah, and I was gonna have a spa day with Harper." Adam said, pointing to his best friend. "According to one of Bree's girly magazines, I have cankles."
"And I was gonna get a head start on my homework." Chase said with a straight face. The group sent him questioning looks, causing him to let out a nervous chuckle. "I mean, play sports and talk to girls."
"All right. Look, none of that is happening. This stuff is important." Mr. Davenport declared.
"What makes your stuff more important than ours?" Bree shot back in irritation.
"Uh, 'cause my stuff makes a billion dollars. Yeah, so, when you're the boss, you can make the rules. But until then..." Mr. Davenport trailed off and began to deepen his voice. "I am the king of Davenportia, and you will all do my bidding. Ha, ha, ha-" As he began exiting the Lab, the doors closed on him abruptly. "Oh! Ow!"
"Man, this stinks." Leo complained.
"Why do we always have to do what he wants us to do?" Bree asked frustratedly.
"Weren't you listening? The man is king!" Adam replied with a dramatic flair as he sat on top of the cyber desk.
"Hey! Maybe you guys should do what those hotel workers downtown did. You know, strike." Leo suggested.
