A/N: Hello, everybody

A/N: Hello, everybody! Well, I just saw Horton Hears a Who yesterday, and like just about everyone else, I think JOJO ROCKS! Oh, and it never said how old Jojo was in the movie, but I say he was about 16, okay? Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, and if anyone seems OOC, don't be afraid to tell me, since I'm kind of new in the fandom, but a fan all the same! GO JOJO!

Disclaimer: I do not own Horton Hears a Who, or (sadly) Jojo. I wish I owned a Jojo plushie, but sadly, I can't find one.

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In the town of Whoville, it seemed to be an average ordinary day at first glance. However, it wasn't exactly ordinary, because it wasn't just any day. It was the first of April, and everyone knows what that means…

"April Fool!" shouted an 11-year-old Who girl, laughing as she watched a black-haired Who boy spring up from his bed. "April Fool, Jojo!"

The black-haired Who groaned as he pulled out a large rubber spider from his covers. The 17-year-old son of Mayor Ned McDodd, Jojo McDodd was the oldest of 97 kids. And, unfortunately for him, the only boy.

"Caitlyn," Jojo muttered with a somewhat sharp edge in his voice, "do you have to play an April Fool's Day trick on me as soon as I get up?"

Caitlyn shrugged. "No, I just felt like it!" Before Jojo could say anything in response, his sister tore out of the room, running around the house shouting "April Fool, everyone!"

Jojo managed a half-smile as he got out of bed. "April Fool's Day, how could I have forgotten?" he said to himself. He didn't really mind April Fool's Day that much…it was just hard with 96 sisters running around playing pranks on everybody. It was all in fun though.

April 1st also meant something else to Whoville: the time to prepare for the Whoville Day celebration, a celebration they had every year in the middle of May. May 16th, to be precise.

Jojo smiled to himself as he walked down the long hallway, staring at the many pictures aligning the walls. The pictures were of Jojo's ancestors, or "the greats" as his dad called them. Being the oldest, Jojo was naturally next in line to be the mayor of Whoville. But nearly a year ago, when an elephant named Horton had saved the Whos from being destroyed, Jojo's father had learned of his son's true passion: music and inventing.

And speaking of Horton…

Jojo followed the hallway until he reached a small balcony overlooking Whoville. His dad, the Mayor, was there, talking to what seemed to be a drainage pipe. This, however, was the only way Horton could communicate with Whoville, as the Whos really lived on a speck of dust. Jojo hid behind the curve of the entryway, so he could hear what they were saying without being noticed.

"Happy April Fool's Day, Horton!" the Mayor of Whoville exclaimed.

"Happy April Fool's Day to you too, Mayor!" the voice of Horton the elephant replied.

"Play any good pranks on anyone yet?" Ned McDodd asked with a grin, eager to hear what his friend from the Jungle of Nool would have to say.

A laugh could be heard from the pipe. "Morton and I stuck pink flower petals onto Vlad the vulture right before he woke up. You should of seen the look on his face when he found out!"

The Mayor and Jojo both laughed, though Jojo's was softer, not as loud. He wasn't ready to be noticed, not yet.

"Hey Horton," the Mayor began, "you know the Whoville Day celebration starts in about a month and a half."

When Horton replied, Jojo could almost hear the wistful smile in his voice. "I know, I can't believe it's coming up already." The elephants voice suddenly took on a softer tone. "I wish I could be there."

"I wish you could be here too, Horton," the Mayor replied with a sigh. "You would love Whobille Day!"

Jojo's eyes suddenly lightened up as his mind was sent into a whirl. A cyclone of thought was spinning around in his head as he let the idea come. In fact, he had been working on a recent invention for this exact purpose! It wasn't finished yet, of course… The Who broke off from his thoughts as he once again began to listen.

"It must be pretty busy in Whoville then." Horton continued. Jojo realized he was still talking about the celebration.

"Yeah," the Mayor agreed, "and for us, it's especially busy even the day after; we have a birthday to celebrate."

"Whose?" Horton asked, curious.

"Jojo's," the Mayor answered with happiness evident in his voice.

Jojo smiled. His birthday was May 17th, the day right after the annual Whoville Day celebration. It was always busy at the Mayor's house of course, but on birthdays it got really wild at the McDodd residence.

"That's great!" Horton exclaimed. "How old is he turning?"

"18," the Mayor replied, a bright smile on his face, "he's sure growing up fast. And you'll never guess what I got him. He'll love it, I'm sure he will"

Jojo listened intently now. He wondered if his dad might tell Horton what the present was, thereby telling his son, even though he didn't know it. Suddenly…

"ACHOO!"

Jojo's sneeze attracted his father's attention to the door. The Mayor peeked around the corner, and there was Jojo with a sheepish expression on his face.

"Darn," Jojo muttered.

The Mayor shook his head. "No spying on other people's conversations, Jojo," he said. "You can wait another month and a half, can't you?" He smiled, ruffling his son's hair. "You're almost grown up, Jojo. And trust me, you can do whatever you want to. I couldn't ask for a better son." With a smile toward Jojo and a short good-bye to Horton, the Mayor left.

As soon as he left, Jojo quickly ran though the house and out the doorway, heading toward the abandoned observatory on the hill – his "home-away-from-home." No one ever used it except Jojo, and that was where he worked on his inventions and music.

When he arrived at the observatory, he gazed around at the marvelous creations with a shiver of excitement. The largest invention in the place was actually a giant musical instrument, made up of large bells, drums, and many other assorted objects. But there were many other inventions around the observatory's interior.

Jojo had an unusual ability…a talent, a blessing, a gift. He was gifted with the power to hear musical rhythms in anything. Any voice, any sound; Jojo could hear a varied musical symphony in each and every one. He never needed written music whenever he sang or played; the sounds just came to the teenage Who as if they were a part of him.

As Jojo began to work on his invention-in-progress, he hummed and sang along with the musical patterns that he heard all around him.

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A/N: Well, there's the first chapter! Once again, I apologize if anyone seems OOC. Hope you liked it!