“It doesn’t take a genius to know this is a bad idea.” said Stella, arms folded and eyebrow quirked.
“That’s what makes it fun!” Peter stated proudly as he picked the lock on Derek’s door. Derek is currently away from the house with some friends.
The two inched into his room. It’s decorated with guitars, countless photos of himself, family, and friends, as well as a blown up picture of James’ eye in a twitch. Even while he’s away he left his stereo playing rock music from his big, expensive speakers.
Peter opened up the bottom drawer of Derek’s dresser and began to dig around.
“You sure it’s in there?” Stella questioned. She was about to ask why he’d hide a rocket in the first place, but the answer was very clear to her.
Peter unearthed the functional model rocket from the depths of Derek’s dresser. “Positive!”
The two scrambled out the door, down the stairs, across the living, through the garage (where a curious little robot called Prototype began to follow), and finally out to the front yard.
Peter assembled the model rocket on the driveway and firmly held the remote control.
And dropped it.
“Lemme see it.” Stella said, reaching for the remote.
“I took it and assembled it. You get your turn after mine.”
Prototype blipped happily.
The rocket hummed as Peter sent power into it. Before long the rocket blasted into the air, impressing the three watchers.
At least until it flew into second story window with a loud crash!
“Nice going.” Said Stella.
Peter chuckled. “At least it’s back in Derek’s room…”
Neither were aware of Prototype, who’s eyes quickly turned red. He shouted in his synthesized robotic boy voice, “Intruder breaking in!”
Both Peter and Stella exclaimed, trying to calm the aggravated robot.
“It’s not an intruder!” Peter shouted, waving his arms.
But it was too late. Prototype fired a REAL rocket into the very same window the FAKE rocket blasted into. There was a loud boom, some fire, lots of breaking sounds. One of Derek’s expensive speakers flew out of the window and nearly beheaded Peter.
Peter and Stella exchanged a glance.
“Technically Prototype broke his room, so…” Stella began.
“Then technically that makes it James’ fault since Prototype is his robot…” Peter mentioned.
“Intruder neutralized.” Prototype said.
Peter and Stella slowly walked away from the robot.