We arrived at Lightbulb's house. Where MePhone is laying down on his bed so that he can try to calm down.

Lightbulb: MePad? Where's the cookie stash!!

MePad: Right here!!

*He pulls the cookie stash underneath MePhone's bed. He takes one out and puts the cookie right in front of MePhone's face. That's when MePhone smells it and is back to normal.*

MePhone4: (Gasp) Oh my gosh. (Heavy breathing) What happened?

Paintbrush: You had a panic attack.

MePhone4: What? How!!? 

Lightbulb: We were questioning that too?

Paintbrush: You did it when you saw Trophy. But I don't blame you.

MePad: Has Trophy even done anything to you?

MePhone4: I don't think so. I've never interacted with the kid. I don't know what came over me.

Lightbulb: Maybe he reminded you of someone in your past.

MePhone4: I don't know. I think my PTSD just happened randomly and not because I was experiencing a bad memory.

MePad: Actually sure. You did have a panic attack when you saw him at the Christmas party. You even dunk your head in the punch bowl.

Lightbulb: That's what happened!? I thought you were just drunk.

Lantern: I Got Out Of Work As Fast As I Can!! Are You Kids Ok!!?

Lightbulb: Yeah dad. MePhone just had his PTSD acting up.

Lantern: Was there something that triggered him?

Lightbulb: It happened when this kid at our school was talking to us.

Paintbrush: Oh yeah. He was just talking to us.

Lantern: Does this kid do anything to MePhone?

Lightbulb: Well that's what we're trying to figure out. But he's not sure what.

Lantern: Yikes. This is more serious than I thought.

*The doorbell rang.*

Lantern: Who was that?

Lightbulb: Oh that must be Fan. I invited him here so we can do our assignment.

*She runs to go get him.*

Lantern: (Sigh) Lightbulb. You seriously need to let me know if you're bringing your friends over.

Paintbrush: Is there anything I can help with?

Lantern: Uh, why don't you go help Lightbulb out instead. I'll deal with MePhone and his problem.

Paintbrush: (sigh) Ok.

*They leave the room and go with Fan and Lightbulb in the living room.*

Fan: Hey Paintbrush. What are you doing here?

Paintbrush: Oh. I was with Lightbulb when this whole situation started.

Fan: Oh ok.

Lightbulb: So Fan. I think we should do the assignment in the kitchen so that we can get a snack quickly everytime we need one.

Fan: Yeah. That sounds good to me.

Lightbulb: Alright. Let's go.

*Fan and Lightbulb go to the kitchen. And Paintbrush follows him. That's when Fan sees a fish tank in the middle of the hallway.*

Fan: (Gasp) Oh my gosh!! A Fish!!

Lightbulb: Oh yeah. That's my pet goldfish. His name is Henry Static.

Fan: Ooh!! He looks cool.

Paintbrush: Yeah he's pretty neat.

Lightbulb: Alright. I'm gonna go to the kitchen and set up our stuff. 

*Lightbulb goes to the kitchen. That's when Fan sees a cup right next to the tank.*

Fan: Oh this must be Henry's fish food. I'm gonna feed it.

Paintbrush: Wait. Do you think that's a good idea? I'm pretty sure they fed the fish already.

Fan: I won't give him much. I'll just give him a little. And who knows, maybe he hasn't been fed yet.

*Fan sprinkles some food in the fish tank. The fish starts to eat some of it.*

Fan: See. Henry likes it.

*That's when Paintbrush noticed someone wrong with the fish.*

Paintbrush: Um Fan. I don't think Henry looks too good.

Fan: Why did you say that?

Paintbrush: Well he looks pale now. And he just flipped around and now he's floating.

Fan: (looks at fish) Huh. Now that you mentioned it.

Paintbrush: Fan. Let me see the cup you use.

*Fan gives Paintbrush the cup. They read what was on it. And was shocked what Fan fed him.*

Paintbrush: Fan. You just fed Henry bug poison.

Fan: What!!

Paintbrush: I think you killed Henry!!

Fan: Oh No!! Quick Help Me Cover This Up!!!

*Paintbrush grabs a random blanket and both him and Fan cover the fish tank up.*

Fan: Good. Now Lightbulb won't know.

Lightbulb: Know about what?

Fan: AAAH!! Uh nothing.

Lightbulb: Hmmmmmmmmm. Ok.

Fan: Phew.

Lightbulb: Anyways, before we do the assignment, I need to feed Henry real quick.

Fan: Wait!! Uh I don't think you need to do that. He looks perfectly fine. He doesn't need food.

Lightbulb: Nonsense. I have to feed him once a day. So let me just get the food and-............. why is there a blanket on top of him?

Fan: Uh he looked cold.

Lightbulb: Silly Fan. He's fine.

*She pulls the blanket away. And she feeds him his food.*

Lightbulb: Ok Henry. Eat up.

*Lightbulb notices that Henry wasn't moving.*

Lightbulb: Come on Henry. You need to eat.......... Henry?

*Lightbulb touches the fish. And sees that he doesn't get bothered when she touches him.*

Paintbrush: Uh you know what. It's getting late. I better go home before I get in bigger trouble. Bye guys. 

*Paintbrush leaves and goes home.*

Lightbulb: Fan? Why isn't Henry moving?

Fan: Uh....... funny story actually......... I might have accidentally killed Henry by feeding him bug poison instead of fish food.

Lightbulb: You What!!!?

Fan: I'm Sorry!! I Didn't Know It Was Bug Poison!! I Just Really Wanted To Feed Him!!

*Lightbulb just looks at Henry's dead body. And she started to tear up.*

Lightbulb: Go! Get out!

Fan: Lightbulb, I said I was sorry!

Lightbulb: Just go!! You'll only make this worse if you don't.

Fan: (sigh) Ok.

*Fan leaves. He opens the door, gets out, and closes it.*

Fan: Oh no. What have I done!

*Now we go to Knife's house. Where Paper and Knife were waiting for someone.*

Knife: Paper? Who are we waiting for?

Paper: We're waiting for our first client to come.

Knife: Client?

Paper: Your first test brother.

Knife: Oh ok.

*The doorbell rings.*

Paper: Sounds like he's here.

*Paper opens the door. And sees OJ and Taco.*

Paper: Come in guys.

*Knife sees OJ and Taco coming in.*

Knife: OJ is my test brother?

Paper: Yeah I think he could be a good brother.

OJ: Yeah. I don't see what's so hard about it.

Knife: You sure you didn't invite him just to be with him?

Paper: What? I don't know what you're talking about.

*Paper and OJ started to look at each other and started to blush.*

Knife: And why is Taco here?

Taco: Hello? I'm this moron's partner. We were supposed to go to my house and do our assignment. So let's get this over with quickly.

Knife: Alright alright. Let's go outside shall we.

*The 4 of them go outside. Knife pulls out the hose, turns it on, and gets the dirt wet. That way he can get some mud.*

OJ: So what are we doing?

Knife: MUD WAR!!!

*Knife starts to throw mud at OJ.*

OJ: AH!! Hey!!

Knife: Come On OJ!! You Need To Have A Mud War To Be My Brother!!

OJ: Um. Ok.

*OJ throws mud. But it doesn't hit Knife.*

Knife: Come On!! That Was A Weak Throw!!

*That's when Knife throws more mud at OJ. But OJ doesn't dodge it.*

OJ: Ok Stop It!!

*Knife stops throwing the mud.*

OJ: There's no way I'm gonna be your brother if it involves me getting all dirty.

Knife: (Groan) Fine. Time to wash you off then.

*Knife grabs the hose.*

OJ: WAIT DON'T-

*And Knife sprays water on him. Now we go to Apple, Bow, and Marshmallow going to Apple house.*

Marshmallow: I can't believe we're finally gonna go to your house Apple.

Bow: Yeah. We finally get to see the dumpster you call a home.

Marshmallow: Bow!

Bow: What!?

Apple: Just you wait. You'll feel so dumb once you see my house. By the way, what does dumb mean?

Marshmallow: Is that it over there?

Apple: Yeah actually. Come on!!

*The 3 of them follow Apple to her house. They arrived at the front of her door. She knocks on her door. And the people that open her door are her parents.*

Wrench: Apple. Your home.

Apple: Hey dad. Hey mom.

Toolbox: How was school sweetie.

Apple: Oh it was fun. I got gum in my hair.

Toolbox: Oh let me help you with that.

Wrench: Hey who's your little friend?

*Marshmallow and Bow looked at her parents with a shocked and weird face.*

Apple: Oh these are my friends. Marshmallow and Bow.

Marshmallow: Uh. Nice to meet you.

Bow: Uh. Hi I guess.

Wrench: Well it's nice to see you two. Come in, come in.

*Marshmallow and Bow come inside the house. They looked at all the pictures with Apple and her parents. Marshmallow was surprised to see all these pictures. But Bow was weirded out.*

Bow: Hey where's your bathroom?

Toolbox: Oh it's the 2nd door in the hallway to your left.

Bow: Thanks. Hey Marsh, can you come with me for a sec?

Marshmallow: Wait what? 

Bow: Come On!!

*Marshmallow and Bow go to the bathroom. Once they get in, Bow locks the doors so that no one will get in.*

Marshmallow: Bow? What are you doing?

Bow: Marshmallow? Don't you find it a bit odd that Apple doesn't look like her parents whatsoever.

Marshmallow: No. Not really.

Bow: What!! How come you don't find it odd!!? For all you know, Apple probably got kidnapped by these people. Her actual parents are probably worried about her.

Marshmallow: Well. I think she's just adopted.

Bow: Uh. What does that mean?

Marshmallow: (sigh) It means those guys took Apple in as their kid.

Bow: So they did kidnap her.

Marshmallow: No. It just means that Apple was in an orphanage. Meaning her actual parents didn't want her. And she was taken by people that wanted to take care of her.

Bow: Wait. So you're saying that those guys took Apple because her actual parents didn't want her.

Marshmallow: Yeah. That seems about right.

Bow: Huh? Interesting.

*Now we go to OJ and Taco who are walking to Taco's house.*

OJ: (groan) My clothes are still wet. I hope it gets dried up soon.

Taco: Well you're too late. We're already here.

*Taco goes to her door. She lifts up the doormat and grabs a key. She opens the door and now they're both in the house.*

Taco: Stay right here. I'm gonna go get you a towel.

*OJ waits for a bit. That's when he notices a chart right next to him. And he sees some writing on each of the days. He notices that there's a score below. Mostly a 5 or 7 out of 10s. He also notices some 1/10, 2/10, and 3/10, and 4/10s. Then he notices some other words below the score. That mostly says "do better", "you're not doing a good job", "not impressed", and "terrible work". Then Taco comes back.*

Taco: Alright. I brought towels. So that you can dry up.

OJ: Um. Taco. What's this all about?

Taco: Oh. Right. That's just my accomplishment board.

OJ: Right? So what's it for?

Taco: (Sigh) I'm supposed to write an accomplishment I did today. And once my parents come, they give me a score and give me some feedback so that I can do better next time. Speaking of which.

*Taco grabs a pen. And she writes "learned to read at 1st grade level".*

OJ: Hey. Where are your parents anyway?

Taco: They work. They don't come back until midnight.

OJ: Wait. So you're here all alone when you come back from school.

Taco: Not all the time. They're at least here when I wake up in the morning.

*Taco goes to the kitchen and puts a towel on a chair.*

Taco: Now sit down. I'm going to make dinner while you dry up.

*Taco goes up to the fridge and grabs some wrapped up food. She unwrapped it and put the food in the microwave. And OJ just feels kinda bad that Taco has to stay home alone by herself. Now we go to Fan going to Test Tube. Who is about to go see Baseball.*

Fan: Test Tube!! Test Tube!!

Test Tube: Fan? What's wrong?

Fan: Test Tube!! I did the most horrible thing today!!

Test Tube: What!! What Did You Do!!?

Fan: I Killed Henry Static!!

Test Tube: Fan!! How Could You Do That!!? How Could You Kill.................. Who is Henry Static?

Fan: Lightbulb's pet fish.

Test Tube: What? How did you kill her fish!?

Fan: I accidentally fed the fish poison. And now Lightbulb is upset at me!! What do I do!!?

Test Tube: Look Fan. I wish I can help you with your problem. But I need to go to Baseball's house so we can do our assignment.

Fan: Well can I go with you. I don't want to tell my mom that I killed a fish.

Test Tube: (Sigh) Fine. But try not to distract us when we're working.

Fan: Oh my gosh. Thank you.

*Fan and Test Tube walk over to Baseball's house. Test Tube knocks on the door. And the one who came out was actually Baseball's sister.*

Softball: Hi.

Test Tube: Oh um. Hi. Can I come in and see Baseball?

Softball: Baseball's not here. He left.

Test Tube: Huh?

Volleyball: Softball? Who's at the door? Oh. Can I help you?

Test Tube: Oh. You must be Baseball's mom. Hi I'm Test Tube. I'm Baseball's friend/classmate. I'm here to do the assignment with him since we're partners for it.

Volleyball: Sorry. But Baseball isn't here. He moved in with his dad last week. Here, I have his address.

*She writes down the address on a piece of paper and gives it to Test Tube.*

Volleyball: Tell Baseball that I miss him.

*She then closes the door.*

Fan: That's weird. I thought the parents are supposed to live together. Why do they live separately?

*Test Tube was questioning about it too. That's when she realized what was going on.*

Test Tube: Oh golly gee. That's why he was acting so weird.

Fan: What!! What happened!!?

Test Tube: Come on. We need to go see Baseball.

*30 minutes later, Test Tube's dad drove Test Tube and Fan to the address that Baseball's mom gave them. They noticed that he lived in a shady apartment.*

Beaker: Yikes. This seems a bit shady.

Test Tube: Come on Fan. Let's go.

Beaker: Woah hold on. This might be dangerous. I think I need to get off and stay with you guys.

Test Tube: Ugh come on dad.

Beaker: Hey I'm just trying to keep my daughter and her friend safe.

*The 3 of them get off of their car. They slowly go towards the door. Beaker knocks on the door. And the one that opens it is Baseball's dad.*

Dodgeball: Who are you guys?

Test Tube: Um. Hi Baseball's dad. I'm here to do an assignment with Baseball.

Dodgeball: Oh good. You guys are not the owners. Come in.

*The 3 of them come in. They noticed that the apartment looks really empty. And how there really isn't much.*

Dodgeball: Baseball should be in his room.

Test Tube: Uh. Thanks.

*Test Tube and Fan go find Baseball.*

Dodgeball: Beaker? Is that you?

Beaker: Ugh. I was hoping you wouldn't remember Dodgeball.

*Fan and Test Tube find the room. They open the door slowly. And noticed that he wasn't in there. And also noticed that his room was still empty. Since he hasn't unpacked his stuff.*

Test Tube: Oh no. Looks like Baseball is in denial.

Fan: Denial of what? I still don't get what's going on.

Test Tube: Well we need to find him. I need to make sure if it's true or not.

*Test Tube and Fan get out of the room. That's when Fan noticed that Baseball was outside on the patio.*

Fan: I found him.

*Fan and Test Tube go outside. They see Baseball sitting by himself and doing nothing.*

Test Tube: Baseball?

Baseball: AH!! Test Tube. Why are you here?

Test Tube: Your mom gave me your address.

Baseball: Oh. Right. 

Test Tube: Baseball. I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were going through this.

Baseball: Going through what. My parents are just upset with each other. So my dad rented this apartment for a week until he and my mom can cool off and go back together. There's no way they'll split up forever. And I'll end up living here for the rest of my life.

Test Tube: Baseball. You don't have to be in denial. It's pretty clear that.......... your parents went through a divorce.

*Baseball just started to tear up when she said that.*

Baseball: So what!! They're Divorce!! It's Not Like It's My Fault That They Made This Decision!! 

*Test Tube and Fan just froze for a bit. And Baseball noticed that he was being harshed.*

Baseball: I'm sorry. I just........ Why did they split up? Everything was fine with the both of them.

Test Tube: I get it. You're upset. But you know all of us are here to support you.

Baseball: No! No! I don't want anyone to know about this! I didn't even tell Nickel or Suitcase about this! If they find out that my parents got a divorce, they'll make fun of me! 

Test Tube: What!? I'm pretty sure they won't make fun of you.

Fan: Yeah. I'm pretty sure they'll understand.

Baseball: No!! I Don't Want Anyone To Know About This!! Promise Me You Won't Tell Anyone About This!!

Test Tube: Baseball, I'm pretty sure that-

Baseball: Promise Me Test Tube!! Fan!!

Fan: Ok Ok! We Promise.

Baseball: Thanks guys.

Test Tube: So. You still want to do the assignment?

Baseball: I guess. Maybe it'll get my mind off of you-know-what.

TO BE CONTINUED