AN: This fic is set on September 2, 2014

"So, Jetpack, how do you like school so far?" Chester asked. It was lunchtime now - the first lunch of junior year. He, Ty, and Jetpack were sitting together (Andy was busy somewhere else).

"It's fine, I guess," the robot replied, his proboscis submerged in a water bottle. "But what's homework?"

"Work that the teachers have you do at home," Ty said through a sandwich.

"Oh. Heh, silly me, I should have figured that out." He slurped some of his water.

Thwack!

An apple hit Chester in the back of the head. He turned around and saw Kent and his cronies, sniggering to each other about how funny it was. Chester, angered, started to get up.

"Whoa. Easy there, tiger," Ty said, super-extending an arm out to keep Chester sitting.

"They hit me with an apple. Do I not have a right to be angry?"

"Just let nature take its course. The cafeteria people will find out eventually, and they'll do their job."

A slice of pizza hit Ty in the face, cheese-side out.

"Besides," Ty added from underneath the pizza, "you get free food." His tongue extended out from underneath the slice, pulled it off his face and into his mouth.

"Easy for you to say," Chester grumbled. "You'll eat anything. Literally."

Just then, Paige and Naomi sat down next to him.

"Okay guys, team meeting," Paige said.

"We can't have a team meeting now!" Chester exclaimed. "People will get suspicious."

"Heads up!" Ty said. The five ducked, narrowly avoiding a flying piece of cake that splattered against the wall. One of the cafeteria aides noticed, saw who had thrown it, and started walking towards where the bullies were sitting. The bullies, panicking, got up and ran. All eyes were on them...and not Team Grossology.

"That was convenient," Jetpack said.

"They wasted a perfectly good piece of cake," Ty noted. "Wait - isn't Abby normally the one who calls the team meetings?"

"Well...this is actually about her," Naomi said. "She hasn't been herself. She's been sulking - and I admit, normally that wouldn't be a problem, but I can sense that she's really unhappy this time."

"It's that viral video," Ty said. "Abby's become a laughingstock."

"What viral video?"

"The one where Abby tries to dance, but falls over?"

"Oh. Ohhhhhh. No wonder."

"Which brings us to an important question," Jetpack said. "Why do people find it funny when others get hurt?"

"I'm not sure," Chester said. "The internet is just a cruel, cruel place."

"And that leads us to here," Paige said. "I admit, Abby and I aren't exactly the closest of people, and I admit it was mostly my doing. But I'm still her friend, and I'm concerned about her."

"So what's the plan?" Ty asked.

"Chester, Naomi, and I will try to get her to feel better. You and Jetpack will go find out who took the video, and why. Unless it was either of you two, in which case-"

"Nope, not us. Had to go on errands. I can get my dad as a witness."

"Okay, good."

"Operation: Console the Cynic is officially underway," Ty said.

The groups went their separate ways.

As soon as no one was looking, Ty scooped a bit of the cake off the wall and ate it.

"What?" he said to the reader. "I'm hungry."