It was a Tuesday afternoon in Center City. In "Center City Elementary School", the kindergarten students just had their lunch and finished recess and were now back in their classrooms. Inside Room #135, the kids were doing their normal classwork at their assigned desks when their teacher, Mr. Murray went to the front of the classroom to make an announcement.

"Class?" said Mr. Murray. "Can I have your attention for a moment, please?"

The students stopped what they were doing and looked at Mr. Murray.

"Thank you," said Mr. Murray. "Now…In honor of our social studies lesson during the day, I've decided to give you each a small history report to do."

"A report?!" said a girl named Claire.

"Aren't reports for the big kids?" asked a girl named Riley.

"Not necessarily," said Mr. Murray. "The biggest grade in school gets the most work, while the smallest grade gets the least work.

"Is preschool the smallest grade?" asked a boy named Adam.

"It is," said Mr. Murray. "But it doesn't really count since they don't do their classwork on paper."

"Oh…" said Adam.

"And since you children are in kindergarten," said Mr. Murray, "I don't expect you to write and read yourselves to death. You're all 5 or 6 years old, and you're still learning as well as growing up."

He grabs some worksheets and said, "Alright. Each one of you kids will do a small report on anything you want, as long as it has to do with history in either our country or other countries in the world."

"What country are we in?" asked a boy named Kenny.

"We live in the United States of America," said Mr. Murray. "Or USA for short."

He paused and said, "Each report will require 1 to 2 pages. If you like, you can do 3 or more pages for extra credit, though it's not required since as I've said before, your brains are still developing."

Mr. Murray grabbed a clipboard and said, "Now…You will all write about a either a historical event or person. But the topic can only be picked once. That way we can know all about different events or people without copying each other."

He places his pencil on the attendance paper as he said, "Alright. Who wants to go first?"

All of the kids raised their hands.

"Hold on, hold on," said Mr. Murray. "One at a time. I can't talk to you kids all at once. We'll all take turns."

He points to a girl named Emma.

"Emma?" said Mr. Murray. "What would you like to write about?"

"The first person to ever land on the moon," said Emma.

"Neil Armstrong on the Apollo 11 spacecraft," said Mr. Murray, writing the topic next to Emma's name. "Nice one."

A boy named Logan raises his hand.

"How about you, Logan?" said Mr. Murray. "What would you like to write about?"

"The man who invented the telephone," said Logan.

"Alexander Graham Bell," said Mr. Murray, writing the topic next to Logan's name. "Now that's a very important subject to talk about since the telephone helps the way we communicate sometimes."

Riley raised her hand.

"What would you like to write about, Riley?" asked Mr. Murray.

"The Renaissance Era," said Riley. "Known for its beautiful pieces or artwork."

"Good choice," said Mr. Murray, writing the topic next to her name. "Very interesting works of art indeed."

After all of the kids got their turn to tell their teacher on what each of them want to do their small history report on, Mr. Murray wrote the events next to the students' names. One for each child to write about. He then wrote the events on worksheets as he passes them out for each student. However, 5-year-old Lilibeth didn't raise her hand or say a word. She couldn't think of anything to do a report about since everything was pretty much taken.

"What can I do my report on?" Lilibeth asked herself, with a sad sigh. "I can't think of anything. I can't choose!"

When the school day was almost over, the kids started to pack up so they can go home for the rest of the day. Lilibeth sat at her desk all sad since she doesn't have a topic to do for her history report.

"Lilibeth?" Mr. Murray said to her, walking over to her desk. "I noticed you never got your turn. I do apologize for that."

"It's okay, Mr. Murray," said Lilibeth, sadly. "I wanted to do some things that my classmates have said. But they were all taken. And I can't think of anything else that's interesting…"

"Don't worry about that, Lilibeth," said Mr. Murray. "After noticing your sad face, I thought about what you could write about for your history report. I will never leave any of my students out of anything. It wouldn't be fair."

"That's good, Mr. Murray," said Lilibeth. "That is a very good thing to do."

Mr. Murray writes something down next to Lilibeth's name as well as giving her a worksheet for her report.

"How about you write about this?" said Mr. Murray.

Lilibeth looks at her worksheet, with the title reading, "RMS Titanic". Yet she couldn't pronounce the last word or even read it right.

"What does this say?" Lilibeth asked Mr. Murray. "I can't read that T word…"

"That says Titanic," said Mr. Murray. "I bet you'll be interested in writing about it."

"Can I get help from my parents if I need it?" asked Lilibeth.

"Of course you can," said Mr. Murray. "Take your time and don't rush it."

"Okay," said Lilibeth.

Mr. Murray wrote the due date on the paper as he said, "Here's the date to turn it in. It'll be due on the Tuesday after next week. So you'll have two weeks to work on your history report."

"Thanks Mr. Murray," said Lilibeth.

"You're welcome, Lilibeth," said Mr. Murray.

Meanwhile, at the house of the Little Freaks, Lilibeth's mother, Tryla was in her bedroom reading a fashion magazine while sitting on the bed. The family friend, Dubs, was having a snack in the kitchen. Lilibeth's father, Tryla's boyfriend, and unofficial leader of the group, Braingel, was at the computer in the living room working on something.

"Hey Braingel," said Dubs, walking into the living room.

"Hey Dubs," said Braingel.

"Whatcha doin'?" asked Dubs.

"Oh, I'm working on something," said Braingel, focusing.

"What is it?" asked Dubs.

"This," said Braingel, showing his friend a large mechanical watch in his hand.

"A wristwatch?" said Dubs. "Does it need a new battery or something?"

"This isn't just any watch," said Braingel, with a small smile. "This Dubs…Is a time travel mechanical wristwatch."

"Time travel?" said Dubs. "How did you manage to do that?"

"I've studied it in many ways," said Braingel. "I looked up some information about through books and the internet and watched a few movies about it. Oh, and I actually had to go inside the watch to see all of its parts so I can figure out what to do."

He paused and said, "Oh, and I snuck into Doombringer's warship a few times whenever he's working on a machine of some sort. Heh heh…Heh…"

"Hope he didn't catch you spying on him," said Dubs. "You know he would kidnap any of us!"

"Don't worry, Dubs," said Braingel, with a small chuckle. "I hid in the air vents so I wouldn't be seen. And I was very quiet, too."

"Oh," said Dubs. "Well, that's good."

Dubs looked at the watch and said, "So how you tested it out yet, dude?"

"No I haven't," said Braingel. "Although, I did insert some dates into this thing. Most of them being exact dates for certain historic events."

"Like what?" asked Dubs.

"Well," said Braingel, showing Dubs some features. "There's the Great Depression during the 1930s after the Wall Street Stock Market Crash of 1929, the Civil Rights Movement during the early 1960s, the Space Shuttle Challenger Disaster in 1986, the-"

"You don't have any dates of war in that watch, do you?" asked Dubs.

"I do," said Braingel. "But I'm not going to go there anytime soon. Especially since I have a 5-year-old child to take care of and keep safe."

"That's very good of you, Braingel," said Dubs. "Safety always comes first. Especially if a small child like Lilibeth is involved."

"Thanks Dubs," said Braingel.

He then saw that the digital clock on the nightstand next to the couch read 2:25 P.M.

"Oh crud…!" said Braingel, getting up from the chair. "Tryla and I have to go pick up Lilibeth! School's almost over!"

Braingel goes into his and Tryla's bedroom and opens the door.

"Tryla!" said Braingel. "Put your shoes on."

"What is it, Braingel?" said Tryla, putting her magazine on the bed's nightstand.

"We have to go pick up Lilibeth," said Braingel. "School gets out for the day in 5 minutes!"

"Oh my!" said Tryla, quickly getting her shoes back on. "Coming honey!"

She grabbed her purse as she and Braingel head out the door.

"We'll be back shortly, Dubs!" said Braingel.

"Alright!" said Dubs. "I'll be here when you two come back!"

Back at "Center City Elementary School", all of the kids got out of the building since the school day has just ended. Lilibeth was still at her desk waiting for her parents to come pick her up and bring her home. Then a few minutes later at 2:35 P.M., Braingel and Tryla entered the school and walked into the kindergarten classroom.

"Hi honey," Tryla said to Lilibeth.

"Hello mommy and daddy!" said Lilibeth, getting up from her desk and giving her parents each a hug.

"Sorry we're late, sweetheart," said Braingel. "We didn't keep track on the time."

"That's okay, daddy," said Lilibeth, then pauses and says, "Oh! Mommy! Daddy! I have to tell you something when we get back to our house."

"What is it, honey?" asked Tryla.

"It actually has to do with my homework today," said Lilibeth. "But I'll tell you all about it when we go home."

"Alright sweetie," said Tryla, grabbing her hand. "Come on now. Let's get into the car."

The family walks out of the school and go into their car. Tryla sat in the driver's seat, Braingel sat in the passenger's seat, and Lilibeth sat in the back in her car seat. Tryla started the car, put it in drive, and started to head towards the house.