A/N: I started this story ages ago, so I thought I might as well put up what I have. Please read and review!

Plot: The storyline of Jumpstart 3rd Grade: Mystery Mountain. Eight-year-old Mia is starting a new school. During the tour after a day's trial, she sneaks off and finds herself in a darkened classroom when a robot crashes through the window, claiming that Polly Spark has used a time machine to change history. Mia accepts the challenge to help bring her robots back, and she is put on a futuristic academic adventure.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Knowledge Adventure except Mia, who belongs to me.

I got bored of the tour around the school and sneaked away. They wouldn't miss me, a scrawny little girl who was supposed to be going to school here in two weeks. I'd been here for an orientation day already, and a girl with blonde pigtails wearing a dress that looked like a lab coat had been throwing spit balls at me every few minutes.

One of the other girls, Pauline I think, had whispered "The blonde girl? That's Polly Spark. She's the daughter of a genius inventor, but she has no friends, cause she's so mean."

Polly strongly reminded me of Helga Pataki off that Nickelodeon show "Hey Arnold!" Throwing spitballs was a common practice for both of them (although Helga usually reserved them for her secret crush) and they both had blonde pigtails (although Polly definitely took more care with her appearance).

The third grade room was dark, and on one desk there was a TransQuizzer, a gadget used for the pop quiz that day. I had taken the quiz, but since I wasn't officially a member of the class yet, I hadn't had it marked. I picked the gadget up in interest. I was about to put it down, when I was sidetracked by something blue and shiny crashing through the window! The thing held up a hand and pulled itself up by the desk. "If Professor Spark had meant for me to fly, he'd have given me wings." it muttered. It was a robot! A boy robot, by the voice. Wait a sec...do robots even have genders? "But what could I do?" the robot continued. "This mission is too important. Now where could it be...?"

"Um." I said. "Hey. Are you alright?" The robot jumped back in shock, blinking rapidly. Finally, he smiled in a friendly way.

"You startled me. I didn't think anyone would be here." he said, then he looked at the gadget I held. "Hey, you've got the um...uh...TransQuizzer! Now be careful with that thing, don't drop it! The future of the world may depend on that little machine in your hands." He went back into his little monologue to himself. "That is, if I'm not too late...there's so little time and so much to do." His eyes lit up. "But wait...nah. Well, it's worth a try." He turned back to me. "Listen, I need your help, and if you think you can handle it, you can help me save the world!"

"Wow, big thing." I said sarcastically. "Are you for real, robot?"

The robot looked disappointed. "I'm completely serious." he said. "And don't call me robot. I'm Android Excel 2, but you can call me Botley if you want. That's what Professor Spark and most others call me. It's not what Polly calls me.." he trailed off "...well, never mind what Polly calls me."

"Wait, are you talking about Polly Spark?" I asked, remembering his mention of Professor Spark.

"Yeah, that's her." Botley answered. "You've met her?"

"Orientation day." I answered. "She's so annoying. Oh, and let me introduce myself. I'm Mia."

"Well, Mia," Botley said, "The thing is, I'm supposed to keep Polly out of trouble – her father invented me because he couldn't find any sitters brave enough to take her on. I'm also programmed to be her friend – but believe me, it's tougher than it sounds. Anyway, as I said, I'm meant to keep her out of trouble when her father's away. He left for a conference yesterday. With her, that's always tough, but today it was totally impossible! She came home from school madder than I've ever seen her – and that's saying something – then she locked herself in Professor Spark's secret chamber." At this he looked nervous. "Now, I shouldn't really tell you the next bit, I was programmed for secrecy, but I deprogrammed myself since it was an emergency. The thing is, Professor Spark made a real time machine, and Polly sent twenty five other androids back in time and changed the world. It's seriously scary."

"How come I haven't heard this?" I asked. "I do live in this world."

"It only happened fifteen minutes ago." Botley informed me. "But trust me, some crazy things have been going on already. But if you would like to help me, we could rescue all the androids between us, and maybe even stop the world from getting too weird. Just hand me the TransQuizzer first. We really need it." He held out a hand. I looked at him, thinking it over.

"OK." I finally said. "I'll help you." I handed over the TransQuizzer.

"Cool." Botley said. "OK." He wrapped a metallic arm around my waist firmly "Hang on tight. I have to use this rocket to get there. Just don't look down." He pressed a button, and a rocket appeared from his back. We zoomed off, very unsteadily. Luckily, he didn't drop me, but we still crash landed at the foot of a mountain.

"Sorry about the landing." Botley apologized as soon as he'd gotten his bearings. "I wasn't programmed to fly."

"Explain the rocket." I challenged.

"It's a separate part." he said immediately. "Just because it's the same colour as me doesn't make it part of me. Anyway, this is home sweet home for me. Polly should be inside, and I bet she's watching us now."

"So what is she like most of the time?" I asked.

"Very smart." Botley said first. "But she knows it, and she hates me especially. She calls me names a lot."

Suddenly, a screen appeared from behind near rocks, and a slightly familiar face appeared on it, framed by blonde pigtails. "Oh, you're back. I've been looking for you." she said with a smirk. This was Polly. "I can see you brought help, and you've got the TransQuizzer!"

"She knows we need it." Botley whispered to me.

"Didn't my father teach you it's rude to tell secrets, Rotley?" Polly said. "Well, I suppose he's told you his side of everything, but what does he know?"

"Prove you know something!" I shot back.

Polly's smirk intensified. "Well, well, well, she speaks. Yes, take along the girl who's just moved here and hasn't talked in class for the one day she trialed at my school. Like she'll be any help."

"So as well as being an annoyance to other kids, you're also stuck-up and quick to judge." I retorted. "Go on, we're waiting to hear what you did."

Polly smirked again. "The teacher handed us a pop quiz. I already knew all the answers, and she knew I knew them. So just to have some fun, I made up my own answers to that dumb old quiz. But instead of laughing like she was supposed to, she gave me a big fat zero. I felt faint and short of breath – no one's ever given me a zero before!" she said, putting on a dramatic voice.

"Well, that's not quite true, Polly," Botley objected. "I remember just two weeks ago-"

"Shut up, this is my story." Polly snapped. "Anyway, I got the most brilliant idea. Instead of settling for a bad grade, I'd change history to match my answers."

"So you sent twenty-five robots back in time to save history? How could you do that, Polly?"

"Oh, that was the easy part. Since Daddy has the time machine up there. I just reprogrammed them and got them into the right time. Unfortunately, there's one more question...the extra-credit question, and it's super hard. That's why I've been searching for you, Notley."

"That's Botley!" the robot cried. "And I want no part in this. Bring the robots back! Don't you see, Polly? You could destroy us all!"

"'You could destroy us all!'" Polly mimicked. "Per-lease. Why don't you two bring them back? I'll even give you the help you need. After all, it's not like you two can undo all my good work, even if I try helping you a bit. To make it so easy even you two can figure it out, I'll leave the first part of the test on the first floor. Just put the disc into the TransQuizzer. Then figuring out where I sent the robots should be simple. Oh, by the way, you two will have to get into the house first, and I changed the locks. Good luck."

I wondered what I'd gotten myself into. Had I seriously agreed to go on this super-weird futuristic mission?

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