A/N: Okay, don't ask

A/N: Okay, don't ask. This is just this REALLY random story I just thought up (it will be more than one chapter). It may be very random, crazy and weird but I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the formula Dr. Larue makes.

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Knock knock.

"I'll get it!" a black haired teenage Who called out as he ran down the stairs. The Who's name was Jojo McDodd, the only son and oldest child of the Mayor of Whoville.

Jojo opened the door to see a pink haired Who in a white lab coat, with large glasses on her face that she often wore when she was doing experiments.

"Hey Dr. Larue!" Jojo said with a slight smile the scientist came into the foyer.

"How are you doing today Jojo?" Dr. Larue asked the teenager. Jojo noticed that she was carrying a small bottle in her hand. "What have you been working on lately?"

"Just a new musical instrument," Jojo said modestly. "It's definitely not as big as the Symphonophone though!"

"If it was, you couldn't fit it in the Observatory!" Dr. Larue laughed. "The Symphonophone was a large musical instrument that took up much of the space in the Observatory, where Jojo worked on his inventions.

"Dr. Larue? Is that you?"

"Yes Mr. Mayor!" Dr. Larue answered as Jojo's father, Ned, entered the room. Dr. Larue had been invited over to discuss her research with Ned, and how her experiments could benefit the people of Whoville.

"Bye Dad!" Jojo called as they walked into the living room. When he got a small but goofy wave from his dad, Jojo went up into his room. He wanted to brainstorm new invention ideas anyway.

However, Jojo failed to notice that Dr. Larue had left her small bottle on the table.

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Several minutes later, one of Jojo's 7-year-old sisters, Helen, came into the foyer, humming to herself.

"Hey, what's that?" she said as she noticed a small bottle on the foyer table. She stopped humming and looked at it.

"It looks like Who-Cola," she said to herself. "It's probably some that Daddy made to give to Jojo, but he left it on the table! Silly Daddy!"

Helen picked up the bottle and went into the kitchen, placing the bottle on the counter. She got out a glass that said "Who-Cola all over it and poured the mixture into it. Opening one of the cabinets, The young Who rummaged around until she found a package of sugar. "Sugar goes great with Who-Cola!" Helen smiled as she poured the sugar package into the bottle. "At least, I think it does. I had it once and it tasted really good! Jojo should try it too!"

With a huge smile plastered on her face, she went up the stairs (being careful not to spill the drink) and down the hallway to Jojo's room. She tapped a little rhythm on the door.

"Who is it?" Jojo was heard saying through the door.

"It's Helen! I brought you some Who-Cola!"

"Really?" the teenage Who said as he opened the door, staring at his little sister.

"Yup!" Helen said proudly, holding the glass out to him. Dad made it for you!"

"Oh, okay," Jojo said, taking the glass from his little sister. He drank about half of it, then smiled. "Tell Dad thanks for me, okay? I'm kind of busy right now."

Helen shot up her hand in a saluting gesture. "Aye aye, Jojo!" she answered with a laugh, running down the hall.

Jojo smiled and shook his head. Sisters, he thought, drinking the last half of the glass's contents. He placed the empty glass on his worktable cluttered with music CDs and songs he had written.

Suddenly, the Who felt an odd change overcome him. It seemed like the energy of sugar candy times 10. He ran his fingers through his black hair, starting to feel lightheaded.

Then, as suddenly as it came, the dizzy feeling was gone. Another, much stronger feeling had replaced it. It seemed like happiness at first, but he then realized it was something else…something stronger than average everyday happiness. Jojo tore out of his room, sprinting down the hallway with a huge grin on his face.

Whatever this feeling was, it was getting stronger by the second. And Jojo liked it a lot.

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Just as Dr. Larue and Ned were finishing their talk, several of Ned's 96 daughters ran into the room, all of them talking excitedly.

"Woah, woah, hold it!" Ned waved his hands in a "stop" motion, trying to quiet his daughters down. "What's going on?"

"Jojo said for me to tell you 'thanks for the Who-Cola!'" Helen announced before her sisters could say anything.

Ned arched an eyebrow. "What Who-cola?"

"The one you left on the table for him!" Helen answered, a confused look on her face. "I gave it to him."

"WHAT?!" Dr. Larue suddenly shouted, causing everyone to look at her. "Jojo drank it?!"

"Yeah," Helen said quietly, having a feeling she did something wrong. "I put sugar in it before I gave it to him…"

"Oh no!" Dr, Larue exclaimed, causing everyone to give her nervous looks.

One of the other daughters, Holly, frantically tugged on her father's arm. "I think we need to show you something," she said anxiously. "It's what we came in here to tell you."

Holly led the way through the house into the guest room. Ned and Dr. Larue noticed that several of the other daughters and Sally were all looking upward, their eyes bugged out and their jaws dropped.

When Ned and Dr. Larue looked upward, they took on the same expression. They couldn't believe what they were seeing.

Jojo was swinging back and forth on the chandelier.

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A/N: Uh oh! Jojo drank Dr. Larue's formula, and now something's happening to him! What exactly did the formula do to Jojo? Tune in next time!