[INT. DAVENPORT HOUSEHOLD - BATHROOM - DAY] The bathroom is a riot of color and chaos. Bubbles are everywhere, the air is thick with steam, and neon bath toys are strewn about like relics of a toddler's disco. Adam (the brawny, well-meaning hulk) and Chase (the smaller, super-intelligent teen with occasional social missteps), both in swim trunks, are situated in a large, high-tech bathtub that was probably designed for a luxurious solo soak, certainly not for a pair of bionic teenagers. ADAM, his knees jutting out of the water like two islands in a sudsy ocean, flicks a rubber duck at CHASE. CHASE: (reproachful) Do you mind? I'm trying to calculate the velocity a rubber duck needs to orbit a bathtub without getting soap in its eyes. ADAM: Why? Last time I checked, ducks don't go to space. CHASE: It's for science, Adam. You wouldn't understand. Adam plucks a bath brush, pretending it's a microphone. ADAM: (singing off-key) Rubber ducky, you're the one, who makes bath time so much fun CHASE: (rolls his eyes) If by "fun" you mean "cringe-worthy." The faucet is fitted with a high-tech control panel--Davenport Industries' latest. Adam reaches over, pressing buttons at random. ADAM: Ooh, what's this do? CHASE: (alarmed) No, don't touch that! Suddenly, jets of water burst forth in a coordinated water show, the 'William Tell Overture' starts playing, and colored lights flash below the surface, turning the bath into a makeshift rave. Chase raises his arms to shield himself as the symphony of water splashes everywhere. CHASE: (yelling over the music) Turn it off! You'll flood the bathroom! Adam struggles with the control panel, hitting more buttons in a frenzy. The tub suddenly starts rocking like a boat, a new "wave" function he's activated accidentally. ADAM: Woooo! Surf's up, bro! CHASE: Adam, that's not-- Adam stands up in the tub, trying to balance. He wobbles, nearly slipping as Chase grabs his arm to stabilize him. Chase's face changes from annoyance to a reluctant grin. CHASE: Okay... that is mildly entertaining. A knock on the door. It's BREE, their super-speedy sister. BREE: (from outside) Everything okay in there? It sounds like you're making soup in a blender while inside the blender! ADAM: (grinning) Just riding the waves of innovation! CHASE: (dryly) In a bathtub, no less. Adam finally hits a button, and the chaos ceases abruptly. They both pause, panting slightly, soaked, surrounded by the mess they've created, catching their breaths. CHASE: (deadpan) Well, on the bright side, I calculated the duck's escape velocity. ADAM: (smirking) And what's that, Mr. Science? CHASE: (smiling) The same as my patience threshold--exceeded. They both laugh, as Adam reaches for a massive bottle of bubble bath and squirts it into the tub, because, why not? More is always better in Adam's book. ADAM: (cheery) Round two? Chase just gives a resigned chuckle shaking his head, preparing for the next onslaught of Adam's bathroom brand of "science." FADE OUT.