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Jammy runs off to the house to get ready for school. She stops by her closet turning the handle. A vacuum comes from the vent above the door stripping Jammy of her clothes minus her undergarments. A hanger with a new shirt moves from the closet where two arms grab the shirt and put it on Jammy. The two arms then go back and retrieve a pair of her pants. It then puts it on her with no issues.

Heading to her desk she grabbed her dart gun. Firing the gun at her planet mobile, she activated the bed making device attached. Four of the planets from the mobile lower to the bed and split open to pick up the blanket. Once the blanket has been clasped by the planets. It raises back to the mobile lifting the blanket up and spinning it around. The blanket is then released showing her newly made bed. Jammy then runs to her bathroom and steps on a stool.

Jammy: Engage, Gingivitis 2000.

Hitting her submarine looking invention a headset lowers onto her head shielding her eyes, where a tube shots a laser at her teeth. She then moves her hand as if brushing her teeth. The scene switches over, so we see what Jammy sees behind the mask. The invention targets her individual teeth cleaning them with her virtual toothbrush. Once done the invention raises back up off of her where she looks in the mirror. Her white teeth gleam from the freshly cleaned experience.

We then see her bath bot 3000 automatically switch to rinse mode. Jammy stands with her mouth open expecting a small burst of water, however it sends a huge burst of it out drenching Jammy from the head up ruining her hair. She has an annoyed expression on her face and spits out the little water that made it into her mouth. She then grabs a remote of the corner of the sink to another one of her inventions.

Jammy: Robo-Barber prototype, engage.

Robo-Barber: Online. (The arms to the invention lower to her hair and begin spinning around her head really fast.)

Robo-Barber: Ta-da. (Jammy looks in the mirror now having an 1800 woman regency looking hairstyle. Jammy shakes her head and presses the remote for a different hairstyle.)

Robo-Barber: You rock. (Jammy looks at her hair to see short rockabilly bangs. Jammy shakes her head again and presses the remote for a different hairstyle.)

Robo-Barber: You go, boy.

Jammy looks to see a boy style mass of dark brown hair that curls at the top. She exclaims in horror and cringes before quickly pressing the remote for a different hairstyle. This time she sees her normal hairstyle of a volumized high raised pony tail with feathered bangs and grins. Jammy bolts from the bathroom and sits on the chair where her desk is. She hits a button on her keyboard that initializes her shoe-bot to tie her shoes.

Jammy: Shoe-Bot!

The shoe-bot wakes up and starts to tie her shoelaces together. Jammy's computer beeps showing a notification to alert for the bus. She leans over to her window and sees that the bus has just pulled up. She goes to walk off but her sees her shoes are knotted together. She looks at her little shoe-bot with a slight glare. Shoe-bot shrugs it shoulders nonchalantly.

Shoe-bot: Sorry.

Jammy quickly unknots her shoes and properly ties them together. Jammy runs from her room with her backpack on and jumps onto the staircase railing, sliding down it. Before she leaves she runs to the living room where her parents currently were. She goes forward to give them both a kiss on the cheek as an apology for earlier before heading to school.

Jammy: Love you, Mama. Love you, Daddy. (Her parents smile at the gesture before she runs off again. Goddard opens the front door for her.) Bye, Goddard. (She goes out the door as the bus begins to drive off.) Wait! I'm here! (She runs after the bus. Judy and Hugh come out of the door smiling at their daughter. Hugh has one hand on Judy's waist and the other waving his daughter off.)

Hugh: Goodbye, daughter. Have a good day. (Goddard starts pooping screws on the front porch.) Goddard, not on the porch.

Jammy: Hey! Hey, wait! (As the bus continues to drive off Jammy gets a mischievous but excited look on her face.) Seems like the perfect opportunity to try out the Super Bubble Gumobile. (She starts talking to herself having an argument.) "No, Jammy, don't try it. It's too soon." Nonsense. All great inventions need a test run. (She takes the bubblegum out of her pocket. She starts to chew the gum until its soft enough to blow a bubble. The bubblegum expands until Jammy is bound within the gum bubble. She laughs in victory.) All right!

She bounces down the street. Trying to test the limits on the Super Bubble Gumobile she bounces all the way to the sky and then jumps on the street lights. Jammy smiles pleased that the gum could withstand the different forces. On the bus, we see a boy listening to his headphones. He has dark brown skin and has black hair that is medium curly hairstyle. He wears light forest green polo shirt with technology squares, tan khakis and has green socks and brown loafers. This is Berty Folfax. He has a teenage boy voice. He sees Jammy inside the bubblegum. Jammy waves to him.

Jammy: Hello! Right here.

He removes his headphones from head and looks out the window. His eyes widen and jaw drops realizing that Jammy is bouncing in the bubble.

Berty: Hey, look. Neutron's got another one. (Berty says with a smile on his face as he turns to his friend.)

Next to him is a boy that has blond hair. His hair is a medium feathered style. He has green eyes and black pupils. He wears a light orange polo shirt with black pants and wears grey sneakers. This is . He almost has a low pitched voice. Sydney looks out the window like everyone else. Seeing Jammy he looks on judgmental look before speaking up sarcastically sounding arrogant.

Sydney: Nice invention, Nerdtron. Too bad somebody already invented the bus. (Bertie looks at Sydney skeptically, noting to ask about it later.)

The students on bus look at Jammy, half in aww and half in slight confusion. Jammy addresses them.

Jammy: Hey, guys, I've got it down this time. Internal combustion's such old science. Bubble travel is the way of the future. (She states proudly.)

Her development for an environmentally friendly way of transportation was succeeding in its test run. However she wasn't looking where she was going and crashes into a tree. She then falls to the sidewalk covered in gum. The kids on the bus laugh at her failure.

Sydney: I guess trees are, like, the brakes. (He states pretentiously.)

The kids continue to laugh as the bus passes by her. Jammy sighs in defeat that she hadn't thought out all the steps. Her cheeks redden slightly in embarrassment as she looks downcast.

Carla: (from up in the tree) Hello? Jammy?

Jammy looks upward and sees Carla stuck in the tree.

Jammy: Carla. (Jammy stands up from her place on the ground and uses her scissors extending arm attached to her backpack to save Carla.)

Carla: Careful! (She sees the scissors.) Hey! (The scissors cuts her out of the tree. Before Carla can hit any of the tree branches another set of arms come out of Jammy's backpack and grab her. The arms slowly bring Carla down to the ground.)

Carla: Thanks.

Jammy: That's what I'm here for.

Carla: What a day, huh?

Jammy: Look at the bright side, Carla. The worst is behind us. (The two girls run into the school. In the classroom, we see Sydney discussing dinosaurs.)

Sydney points at a poster that shows a male and female dinosaur. The male is taunting the female and the female is cowering scared. Underneath both dinosaurs is a small graph that shows the males having a big number occurrence over females.

Sydney: And my fossil-to-chromosome ratios clearly demonstrate that male dinosaurs, like this plesiosaurus (He shows a miniature plesiosaurus fossil.), were the stronger and smarter of their species. But so what else is new? (Sydney states in a snotty attitude. The class mutters to each other, while Jammy shakes her head in disagreement. In the background, in the teachers seat sits a familiar lady in white hair; little eyes; pointy glasses; a beak for a nose and an orange shirt with buttons. This is an older .) After class I'll be happy to demonstrate how girl dinosaurs got their butts kicked by boy dinosaurs on a regular basis.

Sydney starts walking back to his seat with a slight sneer in Jammy's direction. As Sydney walks by Jammy's desk, she removes part of the mini plesiosaurus fossils jaw. On the corner of her desk is a sketch pad.

Jammy: Excuse me, but the mandible crest of Sydney's alleged "plesiosaurus" (She air quotes the word.) is actually that of a female Megalosaurus, as defined by the Congress of Paleontologists! (Jammy taps her pointer finger to her desk to drive home her point.)

Sydney: Those findings were inconclusive, and you know it, Neutron! (Sydney shouts, mad that Jammy kept up to date with the Congress of Paleontologists.)

Jammy: Hello?! (She turns her attention from Sydney to Miss. Fowl to ask a question.) Miss. Fowl, what is the standard for research on these extra-credit reports?

The whole class turns to look at her in a 'well' sort of way. Miss. Fowl looks sheepish not knowing how to answer Jammy.

Miss. Fowl: Um...Yes, well... Let's move along to "show and tell" now, shall we? (She tries to divert the question by changing the topic.)

Miss. Fowl squawks as a Hispanic girl shown from the waist up; spiky dark brown hair in pigtails with ribbons, dark brown eyes, light blue blouse shirt with purple neckline. This is ; she holds a box in front of her with illustrations of a purple armored superhero. Her voice carries the hint of super hero/comic book fan.

Sheena: Hola amigos! This is Ultra Lord!

As she finishes, she holds the box high; this exposes her shirt in full detail: the superhero, Ultra Lord, flying and firing something from his hand, with the words "Ultra Lord" in light violet, uppercase letters with dashes on the far ends. The box also has the superhero on the front with the same name titles. All she gets is a round of dissatisfied groans from her classmates.

Miss. Fowl: Sheena, this is the seventh week in a row you've shown Ultra Lord in class. (She says with some exhaustion in her tone.)

We see Sheena in full detail, she wears black ruffle skirt with black Mary Janes.

Sheena: Miss. Fowl... (Sheena says in a caring 'you don't know what this is' tone.) this one is different! This "Purple Vengeance" version with power fists and nuclear knees is a rare, never-been-seen condition, making it highly collectible. (She says hugging it protectively to herself.)

Sydney: Never been seen, huh? Well, then, how do you know it's even in there? (Sydney taunts knowing exactly what the eccentric girl will do.)

Sheena looks to Sydney pleased before opening the box and taking out Ultra Lord. Upon seeing Sydney's smug grin her eyes bulge at the toy, as she realizes it's no longer brand-new.

Sheena: NO! (The class starts laughing at the girls antics.)

We then see Carla and Jammy sitting at their desks. The two chuckle lovingly at their friend. Jammy is using her pencil to draw something on her sketchpad when she notice Carla looking towards her.

Carla: Hey, Jammy. Wanna see a frog? (Carla shows Jammy her drawing of a frog.)

The drawing looked very lifelike as if it could spring to life and hop right off the page. Carla had been taking a few drawing classes to help hone her skills over the years. Jammy remembered that for one of the paintings she received on her tenth birthday. Carla had done a drawing of Jammy helping Albert Einstein study about nuclear physics. To this day she has the picture hanging up in her bedroom.

Jammy: That looks great, Carla. You've made a lot of progress with details since you started taking some classes. I'm happy for you! (Jammy whispered to her friend giving her a huge smile.)

Carla: Thanks. (Carla blushes a little from her genius friend's praise.) What are you drawing? (Jammy shifts her sketchpad over to Carla. The drawing is a new a tool for Goddard. A fly cycle where Goddard would be able to convert his feet into rockets and his back would extend into a seat for Jammy.)

Jammy: Fly cycle modifications for Goddard. Second prototype.

Carla: Prototype, huh? (She says slowly for each syllable, slightly confused by what the word meant but shrugged it off.) Well, you know, that looks good, too. (Carla complimented her friend and reciprocating a smile.)

Jammy: Thanks, Carla. (The two share smile between each other.)

Miss. Fowl: CARLA! (Miss. Fowl shouts, startling Carla and Jammy a little from their conversation.) Would you please share with us your "show and tell"? (Carla gets up from her seat bring her item with her.)

Carla: OK. (She pulls out her inhaler.) This is my inhaler. It provides fast-acting relief of bronchial swelling due to asthma or allergies. (Carla states as though she has told this fact thousands of times.) One touch of the button and... (She accidentally brings it close to her face when her finger slips, and the inhaler goes off in her eyes.) Aaahh! I can't see! (Jammy looks to Carla in worry knowing that it must've hurt some. Jammy doesn't get too concerned though as this has happened a few times before, so there was no series side effects.)

Miss. Fowl: Thank you, Carla. (Miss. Fowl responds unconcerned for her student's safety.) All right. Next we have... (The class door slams open. Everyone turns their head to the sound to see someone at the door.)

Random girl: Nick! (She says dreamily.)

A boy enters the classroom leaning against the doorframe. He has tan skin and slicked-back black hair. He wears a white t-shirt covered by a blue jacket that is rolled up to the corner of his elbow. He has a necklace around his neck and a sucker in his mouth holding it as if he were smoking. Thiswas Nick Dean. The typical bad boy and heartbreaker vibes surrounded him. Three girls group together and sigh dreamily at the bad boy. Now she may not know it, but she was the most beautiful girl in school. All the guys had their eyes on her except Bertie. Bertie secretly had his eyes on someone else. Jammy was rather clueless when it came to guys staring at her. The boy's eyes land on Jammy.

Miss. Fowl: Yes, Nick. You are a tad tardy again.

Nick: Oh, my. Am I? (He said uncaring.) It took me a little while to copy my mom's handwriting for this late note. (Nick pulls a note from his pocket, holding it between two fingers. He then flicks his wrist towards Miss. Fowl and the note soars to her desk doing a loop-de-loop.)

Miss. Fowl: Your "show and tell", please. (She asks kindly.)

Nick: (Nick walks up to one of the girls from earlier talking to her.) How's it going'? (He removes the sucker from his mouth and shoves it in the girls mouth. The girl looks at Nick flirtatiously from his action.) You know, I don't really do "show and tell".

Jammy saw the action and had a slightly disgusted look to her. She could hardly believe that girls seemed to throw themselves at Nick. Now she would never admit it aloud, but he was kind of cute and he definitely knew how to make a girl's heart beat fast. Now he wasn't really her type but that didn't stop certain physical reactions from occurring. She turned away and went back to editing her sketch.

Miss. Fowl: Yes, that's right. Thank you, Nick. (She remembered thoughtfully as she spoke with a shrill.)

At the shrill noise Jammy's hand jerked causing her to mess up the drawing. She sighed silently; a tad frustrated that now she had to fix an unnecessary error. She placed her pencil down to the side of her sketchpad to grab her giant eraser to fix the slight dimension error. Without her knowledge the pencil is seen slowly rolling off her desk, landing on the ground. As Nick was walking by he bent down to grab the pencil. He saw Jammy's iconic logo on it and had a mischievous idea. He turned to Jammy.

Nick: Did you drop this? (He was holding up the pencil in his hand now as though it were a rose. A slightly flirtatious look on his face.)

Jammy blushes lightly in embarrassment, as most guys never talk to her. She begins to stutter.

Jammy: Yes. Well, I... my dropped pencil.

Jammy takes her pencil from Nick, her cheeks still having a pink tinge. Sydney is seen glaring at Nick. Nick catches Sydney looking giving him a pretentious smirk causing Sydney to fume silently. Nick and Sydney had been rivals for the longest time. Both having a competitive streak. Any chance either one had an opportunity to one up the other they took it.

Miss. Fowl: Jammy, we eagerly await another one of your interesting "show and tells".

Hearing Miss. Fowl broke her out of the moment, her focus shifting to Miss. Fowl. She places the pencil down on her desk before speaking up.

Jammy: As a matter of fact, I brought my latest invention.

She states rather excited to show off her invention that she finished late last night in her lab. Before getting up from her seat, she grabs her backpack to bring with her. Once in front of the class Jammy unzipping the main zipper, grabbed her invention with a flourish.

Jammy: Behold. The Shrink Ray! (She says in a gameshow like manner.)

Sydney: What's the matter, Neutron? Aren't you short enough already?

Sydney snarks taking his frustrations out on Jammy from his silent battle with Nick. Jammy tries to hide the hurt by brushing it off. She then resorts to sarcasm.

Jammy: Funny, Sydney. But this device is more suited to shrink something as vast as space itself. Like, say, your mouth.

She points her shrink ray at Sydney to get even and presses the button that causes objects to shrink. Instead of working, her invention sparks and starts to smoke slightly. Seeing that the shrink ray is faulty Sydney makes fun of Jammy.

Sydney: Help me. Help me. I'm so tiny. Just like Jammy's brain. (He 'shrinks' into his seat to make his point, then insults Jammy's intelligence. The bell rings and everyone starts to leave.)

Random boy classmate: So much for the Nobel Prize. (A boy teases.)

Miss. Fowl: Children, that's enough. (Miss. Fowl scolds trying to get the children to stop being mean while they leave.)

Sydney: Better luck next time. (Sydney says trying to get one more jab in.)

Jammy puts away the shrink ray back into her backpack. She keeps her head downcast looking dejected and starts to leave the classroom with Carla.

Jammy: It worked this morning. (She swings her backpack over her shoulder with her voice barely a whisper.)

Carla: I like your useless shrink ray, Jammy.

Carla makes the slight joke to try and cheer up her friend. Carla then pats Jammy on the back in support and comfort. It was well-known between the friends that when they failed at something they would dis the object or activity to try to get each other to laugh. Sadly it didn't work this time with Jammy's mood soured because of Sydney.

Jammy: Well, it's probably just a programming error. Guess it's back to the drawing board. (She jerks the backpack slightly causing the shrink ray to activate. Unknowingly to the two girls the ray hits Miss. Fowl causing her to shrink to about the size of an ant. She lands on top of her desk.)

Miss. Fowl: Oh, my. (She exclaims understanding her predicament. All of a sudden a worm appears from the apple on her desk coming to attack her. She grabs a toothpick holding it like a spear)

Miss. Fowl: Back! Back! Leviathan!