A/N: Hi! Not much of an author's not today until the end…so read and please review! And OMG next chapter makes 45! Yay milestones! I got a bruise on my arm from swing dancing today. Well, swing dancing incorrectly. But it was fun! Omg, I also was swept into a "halfway around the world" without warning and I freaked out. So that was my day.

Thanks for the review, nannygirl. Where have all the others gone? I miss you (read as; review this one)

"Hey!" Forman slid onto the desk top, twiddling his thumbs. "So, I was wondering…"

"Yeah?" Mr. Miranda glanced at him over the files he was putting in his bottom desk drawer.

"Uh, K-Kelso was talking about this thing from a cartoon or something, really stupid, and we made a bet about it, and I was sort of wondering if you could help me out," Forman said, completely improvising an excuse to ask the question that somehow got implanted into his head this morning at breakfast.

Teachers probably weren't supposed to condone gambling, but hell, Miranda didn't care. "Yeah, sure, man. If it's scientific. What's the question?"

"O-okay, so it's like this; Kelso says that on this cartoon or whatever, some guy got shrunk, like turned back into a kid."

"Science fiction? I thought that was your thing, Eric."

Eric laughed awkwardly. "Haha, yeah, but anyways, the guy ends up getting stuck as a kid because he can't find a way back, and the whole future gets changed and messed up because he was a kid and couldn't-like-save the planet or whatever. You know what, maybe it was a movie. Oh well, doesn't matter. Okay, so my point is, me and Kelso got into this whole argument about it, and we were wondering-is there theoretically a way to change the guy back to normal?" He paused, taking in Miranda's face. "Cause, you know, Kelso won't shut up about some dumb magic spell something."

Mr. Miranda crossed his arms and laughed good naturedly. His eyes wondered to the window and he started chewing on his bottom lip in concentration. He scoffed again. "So, to get your cash, you have to give Kelso a better answer or disprove it?"

"Yeah. A better answer."

"Oh, man. Dumb bet. How much are you going to loose?"

"None, I hope! I need all I can get so I can take Donna places." It was weird that he felt comfortable saying that to a teacher, but he did. "I'm looking for a job, but my dad just got made manager of the last place I applied-whatever. So it's fifteen dollars, because I figured I'd be able to make something up that'd Kelso would be dumb enough to buy…"

"But you're no good at improvising."

"I-" Eric stuttered, "okay, yeah, I suck. So, can you help me?"

"Sure, man. Just give me a minute." Miranda sipped his coffee in thought.


"How did you die?" Brad gasped. "When-when did you become a ghost?"

Hyde was already bored of this. Then again, anything would be painfully boring here. "I…" A thought smacked him. "I was in a car crash. And now I'm a ghost, man." Forman may suck at making shit up on the spot, but it didn't mean Hyde couldn't steal ideas from him.

"Whoa!" Damn, Brad was too gullible for his own good. For his own sake, he'd better outgrow that one day. And if not, he'd end up like Kelso and get ragged on and pranked by his friends. Lucky friends.

"You don't look like a ghost."

Hyde slumped hopelessly into the yellow beanbag chair in the corner, Brad on his heels. The lanky six year old took a seat of the floor, eager to hear about the supernatural.

"Alright, man." Hmm. Could he mess with Kelso in the process of this? "So, you know ghosts are psychic, right, kid?"

"I'm older that you!"

Hyde snarled. "Yeah, but I'm a ghost, that trumps age. So, psychic. You got that?"

"Yep. But you gotta prove it first. Or else, how can I know you're really a psychic?"

Hyde leaned back. "Good question, young grasshopper. Huh…" He tilted his head up to the left. "Well, how else would I know about your brother Michael? Like that one time he-"


"Okay, Eric. Let me set this straight." Miranda paused to take another sip of coffee and to take a seat on top of his desk. "That whole…backwards, age rewind junk is impossible. For so many reasons; what it would take to catalyze the actions, the implications on the sufferer, it would probably be lethal if it were possible in that context." Forman couldn't help it, his face felt all hot. Sufferer? Lethal? Well it sure as hell wasn't as impossible as it sounded. "Probably would require magic, to Michael's credit. Though of course that's not real, so it's all a no go."

"I'm going to lose this bet."

"Not yet. Give me a second. Ah, crap. Tough question. Well, it's the same process in reverse, isn't it? So I still say it's impossible. Sorry, man."

Forman frowned. "Thanks anyways. I'll just tell Kelso that you'd have to mix random chemicals or something-"

"Not a good idea when it comes to Michael. He might get ideas."

Forman snickered "yeah, he might."

"Best you can do in cartoon logic is junk redo or do the opposite of what he did to get reversed"


"Casey and Michael really did that?" Brad looked at him in awe.

"Yup. Ask them, they'll tell ya."

"Thanks, I will!" Brad said enthusiastically. Hyde smirked, accomplished.

"Steve, Miss Caroline wants you!" A certain little redheaded girl announced, bounding over to greet the duo. Brad looked at her, then to Hyde, betrayal shining through his expression. "She can see you? So you're not really a ghost?"

Lizzie looked at Hyde. A ghost? What was that about? Silly Brad, always falling for tricks.

"Then…then how'd you know about my brothers?"

Crap. Well, looked like he'd get to lie some more. "Steven, come here, please!" Warden Caroline sang.

Damn it! Couldn't these people leave him alone?

A/N: Grr. Lame last line. See? I fulfilled a request! Sort of. And the next will be requested next time. Sort of. I do have to put my own twist on everything. So, anymore suggestions? I've got a good chapter coming up. *Insert devious smile here*