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IKEA Almost Wins Again:
Jack, Danny, and Tucker were all very smart people but even they were having trouble building the loft bed for Danielle’s room.
While the girls were out shopping, the boys were determined to give the guest room at FentonWorks a makeover of its’ own.
Danny was determined to build his daughter’s bed; he had missed the chance to build a nursery but he was determined to make this room for her.
They had already used quick-drying paint to paint the walls a light blue that Danielle had picked out herself.
They had moved out the Queen-sized bed and all the other furniture before painting.
Now, they just had to put the new furniture together.
If they could; the bed was currently defeating them.
“The blueprints have to be wrong,” Tucker complained.
“The blueprints aren’t wrong, Tuck,” Danny replied, fitting together two pieces to create a right angle of wood.
“I dunno, Danno,” Jack said dubiously.
“We’re not throwing away the blueprints,” Danny said firmly, “because last time a Fenton built a bed without blueprints they somehow made an anti-ghost ray gun. Nobody still knows how. I’m not going to create a weapon that can hurt me and my daughter just because we got frustrated!”
“Dude, calm down,” Tucker muttered, squinting at the blueprints and the pieces, “oh. Okay, I see.”
Within the hour they had the bed in place; then they had to figure out the desk and chair.
After the desk and chair were built, Tucker took over to set up and upgrade the computer.
They left him to his unholy work.
They had everything together by the time the others got home.
Danielle walked into her room with wonder.
Vlad had given her a room, true, but it had never felt like hers.
This felt like home.