A/N: Hello! This story was inspired by a school play I watched in 6th grade and the song "Breaking Free" from High School Musical because I was listening to songs from that movie on YouTube and remembering my childhood. I also thought the lyrics kind of related to Dexter and Mandark in a way and how challenging it might be to reveal themselves to the world through a common interest. I figured that since they both liked literature, perhaps they could participate in a musical. I adore these two and love the show just as much. Enjoy!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Dexter's Laboratory, High School Musical, or Peter Pan. They belong to their brilliant owners, respectively, since there are too many to name.

(Third-Person P.O.V.)

"I was here first!"

"No, I was here first!"

"Get your leg off my desk!"

"Ah, but my dear Dexter, it is your desk that is on my leg!"

"Hey, Mandark! Newsflash: I hate you!"

"No! It is I who hates you more!"

Dexter and Mandark were arguing in class once again after racing to their seats about which genius had arrived and was prepared first. They began to sissy-fight, much to the class's dismay.

"Pee-Pee head!"

"Butt face!"

"Poopy butt!"

"Stink bomb!"

"Hey, hey, hey! That's enough out of you two!" Mr. Luzinski scolded, separating them from their frankly embarrassing argument. He got in their faces and said, "You boys need an attitude adjustment."

"We're sorry, Mr. Luzinski," Dexter and Mandark chorused, hanging their heads down. Their teacher went back to smiling.

"Very well, then. We shall continue. ...Class, I have something to announce to all of you. The drama teacher, Ms. Price, will be putting on a new production this year. It's called 'Peter Pan and Wendy' and auditions will be held from tonight to the twentieth, from 4 to 7 PM. If you have any interest in trying out, please do so. You are required to sing and have a mini skit to read from. There is more information on Ms. Price's website and the posters she took the time to hang out in the hall. Any questions?"

Mandark looked over to where the red-headed boy was sitting and grinned evilly, both sets of teeth showing.

At last! Now, there's something I can beat Dexter at! He doesn't know the true ways of literature and how educational and valuable it is to us as maturing individuals. Well, except Nick, who picks his nose. Hm, he probably doesn't even like the same music as I do, like the Beatles! I shall fulfill my destiny of destroying him completely!

He thought this before using his trademark laugh: "Ah ha ha! Ah ha ha ha ha!" At the same time, Dexter looked over to where the raven-haired boy was sitting and grinned mischievously, both sets of teeth showing.

Success! Now, there's another thing I can beat Mandark at! He doesn't know the true ways of literature and how educational and valuable it is to us as maturing individuals. Well, except Nick, who picks his nose. Hm, he probably doesn't even like the same music as I do, like the Beatles! I shall fulfill my destiny of humiliating him completely!

He thought this before using his unusual laugh: "Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" The two boys just sat there, laughing and not acknowledging a single clue that their class was getting very uncomfortable with their demeanor.

"Ah ha ha! Ah ha ha ha ha!"

"Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Ah ha ha! Ah ha ha ha ha!"

"Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

After Mr. Luzinski's class ended, the boys headed to Miss Wimple's room. Shortly before they got there, however, they stopped to look at a poster that Ms. Price hung up in the hallway. It was on the locker of somebody popular who clearly wished to get the lead role for the musical. Upon noticing each other's arrival, they exchanged inquisitive conversation.

"What are you doing here, Dexter?" Mandark spat, nearly getting saliva on Dexter's face.

"I should ask you the same, Mandark," Dexter retorted, spitting equally as much. Mandark looked into the shorter boy's eyes, his own brown ones cold, like frozen mud.

"You're not thinking of trying out for such a mundane and jejune activity, are you? I should hope not, what with its lack of cultural and academic qualities," he said. Dexter looked into the taller boy's eyes, his own blue ones fiery, like sweltering sapphires.

"For your information, Mandark, I do not partake in theatrical recreations, as I find them to be quite puerile and offensive compared to the abundant sources of media that they are trying to portray," he replied. It was a battle of the wits: one minute they would speak like intellectual young adults, and the next, they would do the precise opposite.

"Good! It's a stupid play anyways!" Mandark sneered. "Oh, and next time, mind your own monkey business, Dorkster!"

"Sure, Mandork! But only if you mind yours!" Dexter argued. "Otherwise, fine!"

"Fine!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Deal!"

"Deal!"

"Hey! Mandark! Stop copying me!"

"No! It is you who is copying me!"

They argued all the way to Miss Wimple's room, walking side-by-side and poking each other.

"Cheese brain!"

"Lunk head!"

"Big meanie!"

"Fat face!"

"Doody poo-poo!"

"Poopy pee-pee toot-fart thingy!"

Many ears were damaged and childhoods were put into question whenever somebody happened to listen in on their "little" revilement. They stuck out their tongues at each other before sitting down ever-so-innocently and doing their class work.

That afternoon, on the bus, Dexter sat next to Mordecai. While his friend chattered on about the new science-fiction movie he just watched, Dexter was thinking about other things.

What shall I wear? What shall I sing? What shall my skit be? What part shall I try out for? Oh, dear, I hope Mandark doesn't get a hold of my plans somehow! Otherwise, I'm history!

Mandark sat alone on the bus because he had no friends of his own. He thought about other things besides his homework for once.

What shall I wear? What shall I sing? What shall my skit be? What part shall I try out for? Oh, dear, I hope Dexter doesn't get a hold of my plans somehow! Otherwise, I'm history!

Little did either of the two geniuses know that each other was the least of the problems that were coming their way. All they knew at the moment was that as social-outcasts, it was their turn to shine at something they had been secretly good at for years. Nothing was going to stop them: not even their silly arguments.