At home, Jorge fixed everything that wasn't symmetrical (his father would freak out if his son didn't make everything symmetrical.) He changed into a suit and ran outside, where he found Trickster.

"Um…hello?" said Jorge, timidly.

"Why hello there! Welcome to my world!" said Trickster, pulling him into his house.

"Whoa!" said Jorge.

Trickster showed him around his little world.

"Umm…what is this?" asked Jorge.

"This is where I live, of course! And you're in it!"

"Okay..."

Dead silence.

"What? You don't like it? I'm so very sorry."

"No…I do like it! I looks like something from a Tim Burton movie. Tim Burton is my favorite film director!"

"Hey, he's my favorite too!"

"How cool is that? By the way, you never told me your name!"

"My name is…Johnny Burton."

"Johnny Burton? Cool! A combination between Johnny Depp and Tim Burton's names!"

"Okay. But, well, that's not my real name anymore…"

"What happened?"

"Well, I used to be a nice kid, until this downright awful fourth-grade teacher ruined my life and drove me into delinquency. Then I started manifesting powers three years later…"

"Cool! I have powers too! And…are they the same kind I have?"

"Well, yeah…"

Strangely, this guy sounds oddly familiar. He kind of reminds me of someone… Thought Jorge. Oh my god. Oh my god! He's…the Trickster!

"You're the Trickster!" said Jorge out of the blue.

"No, just Trickster. No "the." Kind of like Carpenters, isn't it?"

"That's not the point! You're evil! And you're going to ruin my life!"

"What makes you think that?" he said.

"Some sea monster told me," he said.

"Aww, kids these days. They believe everything they hear!"

"And why on earth is Tiffany Stevens here? STILL ALIVE?!"

"Oh, we're…boyfriend and girlfriend."

"You're WHAT?" he asked.

"That's right, we're an evil couple."

"I don't mean to pry, but...how old are you?"

"19."

"You sick person! She's like, 13!"

"Oh, really. She looks so much older."

"And WHAT'S IN THAT ROOM?!" snapped Jorge, pointing to a room with an extremely locked door.

"Oh, nothing…" said Trickster.

"IT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE NOTHING!" said Jorge. (Jorge's super-hearing abilities from his panther transformation let him here what was going on.)

Jorge stared through the keyhole. There was a woman being tortured in there. The woman looked a little like Emily.

Jorge started to cry. He could he let her, his nanny, suffer like that? And to think that he thought she had a heart attack.

Jorge used his extra panther strength to open the door. The young woman being tortured was, in fact, Emily.

"Emily, Emily are you ok? Do you recognize me?" Jorge said. She was too tortured to respond.

"Oh, Jorge, you're wondering why I did this?" said Trickster.

"WHY?"

"Well, I heard in a dream that you would stop me. So, I decided to kidnap the person closest to you and make her life a living hell." He put his head down and smiled the most evil smile ever.

"You're insane!" Jorge snapped.

"Oh, am I? Very well then," he said.

"DO YOU NOT SEE HOW MISERABLE YOU MADE HER! THAT PLACE IS LIKE ROOM 101!" he screamed out of righteous fury.

"Room 1-0-what?" asked Trickster.

"Never mind," said Jorge.

He just stared at him, then realized something.

"…Oh my god. Wait a minute. You-?"

"I read about it somewhere."

"Okay. Where were we?"

"Uh…DO YOU NOT SEE HOW MISERABLE YOU MADE HER! THAT PLACE IS LIKE ROOM 101!"

"It's not as bad as you think. Only the first-few days were painful. She's slowly being stripped of her feelings so she's not too tortured."

Jorge tried extremely hard to compose himself.

"Not even the fact that she can't feel makes this any better. In fact, you're just turning her into a lifeless husk."

"Oh, really?"

"YES YOU ARE!" snapped Jorge.

Trickster let out his magic on Jorge, but he was able to combat them by throwing a lot of knives he hid up his sleeves.

"Dude, you…throw knives?"

"Why yes. Yes I do."

He just looked at him.

"…What?"

He was trying to chase Jorge around, but he jumped and clung onto the ceiling.

"…Dude?" he said when he looked up.

Meanwhile, Angela went over to Sam's house. They were organizing plans for their band.

"What songs should we singing at our concert?" Sam asked Angela.

"Well, I made a list here," she said, showing her a list of songs.

The List of Songs:

Our Song- Taylor Swift

Umbrella- Rihanna

With Love- Hilary Duff

9 to 5- Dolly Parton

"Wait a minute there. Who the heck is Dolly Parton?" said Angela.

"Some country music singer. My mom really likes her. She was also on Hannah Montana!" said Sam.

The two girls watched the episode of Hannah Montana together.

"Cool!" said Angela. "But what, exactly, is 9 to 5 anyway?"

Sam didn't say anything. She just got her mom's CD and played the song.

Angela seemed to really enjoy the song, and she and Sam danced around the room.