Beatrice was laying down on the QAF, looking bored and depressed as she looked through the internet on her goggles. Three months had passed since the incident where she ran away from home, unintentionally taking her baby sister Bethany with her. In that time she had undergone several sessions of therapy to deal with the issues that she had developed in response to her sisters birth, in the meantime her parents have been trying to get her admitted to High School, primarily so that she can make friends with people her own age... or at least her psychological and physical age, as she was almost a year old. "Do you mind if I come in honey?" Isabella asked, sticking her head out of the door of the basement.

"Yes, do you have something to tell me?" Beatrice said as she took off her goggles.

"Well... it's like this Bea, we got a letter in the mail from the Danville School board and... here it is." Isabella said handing a piece of paper to her. Beatrice sat up and read the letter intently.

"So I'm not starting High School because I'm not even a year old yet?" Beatrice asked.

"I'm afraid so, but also summer is starting so you wouldn't be able to start anyway. But your father and I are going to help you try to meet new people." Isabella said as she sympathetically petted her daughters head, and left the basement.

"Wonderful, as if things weren't bad enough. I still don't know why that whole debacle with running away has so many blanks in it!" Beatrice said to herself, she put her goggles back on and ran through her memory footage going through that event.

Several days' worth of footage of her taking care of her sister, dinosaur-like aliens ranting about destroying mankind and saving some manner of future empire, and apparently talking to someone in a time-traveling booth calling himself the Errant Traveler... she still didn't know if anything from this was real or if it was somehow implanted there. "What happened through that whole ordeal? And moreover, how can I find out how my memories were altered?" Beatrice asked as she looked through footage of the man with the time-traveling phone booth... who was not actually talking as it was somehow muted.
"Maybe I'm thinking too hard on this." She said as she opened a website, and found an ad for something about superheroes. "What is this?" Beatrice asked as she accessed the ad, a video then began to play.

"Hello there, do you have abilities that set you apart from others? Does this make you feel alienated for having them? Do you just wish to make a difference in the world?" A voice said playing in the video.

"You know, now that you mention it, yeah. Yeah, I would like to do that." Beatrice said.

"Then the Young Superheroes Initiative could be for you. Since our organizations founding in 1965, the YSI has helped young people born with extraordinary abilities or skills refine their skills in defense of the human race and Earth. Not only from low-level criminals that only robe banks and such, but also aliens, villains from the future, villainous aliens from the future, inter-dimensional monsters, and others that threaten you, and your family." Said the video, Beatrice watched with enraptured interest at what this video was showing her.

"We except people from all walks of life, we also except aliens, inter-dimension beings, cyborgs, and robots. Our organization doesn't have a minimum age limit, so even if you say, hypothetically speaking a relatively newborn clone, or an alien with a comparatively short-lived lifespan, or a robot or such." The voice in the video said.

"Oh yeah, I'm so sold on this idea," Beatrice said excitedly.

"Please consult your parents or legal guardians before signing up for the Young Superheroes Initiative." Said the video as it finished, finally displaying the homepage for the YSI. Beatrice wasted no time in printing out the paperwork required to sign up for the YSI.

"Now will come the hard part... trying to convince Mom and Dad that this is a good idea," Beatrice said as she took the papers from the QAF's printer. "Might want to print some stuff off of the Q and A page, that might set their minds at ease, maybe some promotional material to be safe."

Several hours later, Beatrice had gotten her parents into the living room. "So, what do you want to talk about?" Isabella asked as she and Phineas were sitting on the couch.

"Well... you know how I can't go to school yet because I'm too young?" Beatrice said.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" Phineas asked.

"It's like this..." Beatrice said as she handed her parents the Young Superheroes Initiative paperwork that she had printed out earlier. "I want to become a superhero," Beatrice said, she closed her eyes tightly, expecting her parent to shout at her in disagreement.

"Okay, this is actually pretty cool that you'd want to do this Bea," Phineas said brightly.

"Look Dad I'm sorry if you- wait what?" Beatrice said, assuming that he would have shouted at her.

"Yeah, you want to help people, and you might get to meet other people," Phineas said.

"Wait hold up, Beatrice, I know you were rejected from attending High School. Partly because of your age and that the school year is almost up anyway. But isn't something like this a little extreme?" Isabella asked.

"I suppose so, but... look; I have all of these amazing abilities," Beatrice said as she turned her arms tentacles with various tools at the end of each individual tentacles. "And do you honestly think that I should not use these abilities for more than just mundane chores or activities?" She finished as her tentacles turned back into arms.

"Honey, I'm not disagreeing with you. It's just... it could be really, really, REALLY dangerous for you. I just don't think I could live with myself if you got killed in the line of duty." Isabella said, standing up from the couch and rushing up to hug her daughter.

"I know, I'm so sorry that I've underestimated how you and Dad felt about me," Beatrice said returning the hug. "But outside of you guys and some of my extended family I don't know anyone, and I pretty much have no identity beyond being your daughter. I need to do this, I'll admit those reasons do sound selfish, but it's the only solution that makes any sort of sense to me."

"Okay, but before your father and I sign the paperwork, I just have to ask you one question. Is this something you really want to do?" Isabella asked a small smile played across Beatrice's face.

"More than anything." She said excitedly.

Two weeks later the three Flynns were sitting in an office with a pickled head in a jar on a desk. "Greetings Mr. and Mrs. Flynn, and a hello to you Beatrice." The pickled head said in a monotone.

"So... you're Professor Calvariam?" Beatrice said, understandably creeped out by the pickled human head.

"Yes, and I have been given the honor to tell you that you have been accepted into the YSI, congratulations." Said Prof. Calvariam, Beatrice's face lit up at this news.

"Really?" Beatrice asked just barely able to suppress her joy, and her parents were also filled with a kind of prideful joy.

"Affirmative, however now I must deliver the bad news, you will have to move into the local YSI dormitory for your education." Said Prof. Calvariam, Beatrice and her parent's faces then were shocked with surprise.

"What? Why?" Phineas asked.

"Well it is to better streamline her training as a superhero; she will be assigned to a dorm to reside through her education." Prof. Calvariam said.

"But she's our daughter! She has the right to still live with us!" Isabella said in protest.

"Yes, but I can assure you, this will streamline your daughter's education."

"But that doesn't even make sense! We thought that this was a sort of workshop class, not a private school for gifted young children." Phineas said.

"Dad... this isn't what I thought it would be like either. I'll go along with this," Beatrice said as she stood up from this seat, "but if I learn that you pulled the wool over our eyes through this. I will drop your head into the nearest manhole, and break that jar until it's nothing but sand. Do I make myself clear buddy?" Beatrice said sternly to Professor Calvarium.

"I would suggest that you mind your tone, nevertheless you will be admitted into the YSI."

One week later the Flynn's were packing up Beatrice's things for her move. "Now we're going to keep the QAF, but don't worry you can use an ordinary cellphone charger if you need to," Phineas said trying to reassure his daughter.

"Keep in contact with as much as possible; tell us everything about how things are going," Isabella told Beatrice as she hugged her.

"I promise Mom, and Dad, and I will try to come home for holidays and family gatherings," Beatrice said, right as a bus came up to the Flynn household.

"Well, that's the bus," Beatrice said reluctantly as she got her bags, along with a stuffed Tapir she named Monsieur Trunk.

"I just want to say… despite myself and my insecurities, it's been fun, goodbye." Beatrice said in a depressed tone as she found a seat on the bus, right next to a chimpanzee in a business suit, and a young girl of Japanese descent.

"Oh hi there! My name is Felicia Uinta, what's your name?" Felicia said friendlily to Beatrice, bearing a massive happy grin on her face and offering her hand to shake.

"It's… its Beatrice, Beatrice Flynn, but you can call me Bea if you want to," Beatrice said as she awkwardly shook her hand.

"Oh like the bug, I always liked bees, the way where they go around and cheerfully buzz around and gather pollen, I was always a spring person, which is kind of ironic because I've got ice powers, I always kind of liked bugs and insects, except for wasps… I hate wasps, there like the antithesis of bees! I mean what do they get out of mass swarming people? Have you ever seen that movie 'My Girl'? So sad… but that isn't why I hate wasps it was before I saw that movie."

"Excuse me, Miss Flynn, I do not wish to alarm you." A voice with a British accent said.

"Who said that?" Beatrice asked in confusion.

"I'm down here, the chimpanzee in the suit. Before you ask, you're not going crazy, I'm telepathic." The telepathic chimpanzee in the suit said, sitting between the two girls.

"Wait hold up! That monkey is telepathic?" Beatrice asked.

"What? Do you mean Wilbur? Yes but please… PLEASE for your own good; don't call him a monkey to his face like that again. He's a sort of… well-"

"Felicia, you know you are free to call me your pet!" Wilbur said to Felicia.

"Sorry I keep forgetting that, so anyway as I was saying. Then my cousin Rachel and I were up to our armpits in killer robot penguins." Felicia said continuing a seemingly unrelated story.

"My apologies about Miss Uinta, she has this habit of going on and on about telling stories to people like this… or to be more specific, she tries to tell one story, but she ends up telling about three to five unrelated stories that seemingly have nothing to do with the first," Wilbur explained.

"Well with luck I won't be stuck with you two," Beatrice said under her breath. Now dreading the decision that she had made, at home she'd be bored out of her mind, but at the least, she'd be with her parents.

At the YSI dorms though… Beatrice couldn't shake the suspicion that she had gotten herself into more than just simple learning, especially if Prof. Calvarium's behavior in the meeting the week before was any indication.