Two years ago, I wrote a story called Clone High: Inspired and Organic. I had only been aware of the show for only a month before I began writing a story for it.
To be honest, I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I brought in a character from Phineas and Ferb and made it a crossover because it would be easier for me. That's not what I'm going to do here.
I was a different person when I wrote that story back then and if I write a Clone High story now, it'll reflect on who I am as a writer today. That's why I discontinued my initial project and went on to start over. I am convinced that what I will write will be better than before. Because I'm not going to try at all with this one.
So if you read the original story of mine, I once again ask you to please enjoy my new interpretation of a new Clone High show. Please.
Clone High: Frozen No More
It was twenty years ago since Dr. Cinnamon J. Scudworth found himself in the middle of what he would later call 'The Incident.'
When he had been assigned to overlook the students of Clone High as its 'principal' he happily went along with it. 'Doctor' meant status. 'Principal' also meant status.
Status is what separates the talented and hardworking from the uninspired and undereducated peasants that surround them.
During his nearly 64 years on Earth, he's proven himself over and over again that he isn't like everyone else. He's about as smart as a smart man can be.
At the young age of thirteen, Scudworth, with his intricate knowledge of robotics, created a robotic servant from an old dehumidifier he found in his school's storage room.
He named it, 'Mr. Lynn Butlertron.' There was no creation he's ever made since that he loved more than him.
That does include the hundreds of clones of historical figures he's created throughout his life. While it was under the first board of shadowy figures, or the one that came after it. But that's something he doesn't want to get into at the moment.
'The Incident' happened during a cold, winter night at the 2003 Winter Prom. Nearly twenty years ago. Time has a funny way of slipping away so fast. It seemed like yesterday.
It seemed like yesterday that John Stamos came up with the plan to save Scudworth's life. He would have been dead if it wasn't for the guy who performed with Bob Saget.
Quite unfortunate what happened with Saget. Just as he thought the world was changing for the better, things got worse.
By the time 2022 rolled around, he knew he couldn't wait any longer. It didn't matter if he wasn't allowed to step in and get everybody out of that freezer. They deserve to know what's been going on with the world and he has to be the one to deliver the news. It's only right.
Even with high powered advanced hairdryers, it took a little less than four months to receive any significant uptick in vital signs from the frozen bodies.
The meat locker they were all frozen in was bought out in the same weekend as 'The Incident.' Scudworth wasn't exactly sure how this freezing technology works, but he was certain that it was entirely out of the ordinary.
Finally, on a Sunday evening: September 25th, 2022. He saw the clone of Gandhi's pupils begin to constrict when he shone a light on them when last week, they didn't.
After breathing out a sigh of relief, he looks over to the bed in the center of the freezer. The clones of John F. Kennedy and Joan of Arc are in the center of it all during the time Stamos had pulled the switch.
He would have to make sure to dress them properly, (along with the clone of Abe Lincoln) before they regain consciousness. Just to save any unpleasantness down the line.
"Oh Wesley… I'm afraid they all have… amnesia…"
Scudworth sighs before rubbing his head. The task was never supposed to be easy. After being frozen for so long, he was lucky amnesia was all he had to worry about. Nothing like this has ever been tried before.
The crowd of about two hundred and fifty people are now gathered in the main hall of the meat locker. Students from all walks of life are accompanied by what they see as random strangers, who are in reality, their foster parents.
They don't know who they are, where they are, or why they're here.
Scudworth claps his hands together before speaking into his microphone. He has a lot of explaining to do.
"Now I know you're all very confused right now! But you don't have to worry about a thing! I'll explain everything you need to know!
You're all clones of historical figures that go to high school together accompanied by your foster parents! I am the principal of that school! Principal Scudworth!"
"So that's who some of these people are!" The clone of Mahatma Gandhi spoke out. "I wonder what historical figure I'm cloned from!"
"A clone high school? That's just… wow." The clone of Cleopatra shook her head.
Scudworth continues. "Twenty years ago, back in January of 2003, an unfortunate incident occurred in which you were all trapped in a freezer in this building! Now, I need to get this out of the way. I would have unfrozen all of you sooner if I was allowed to. Even now, that still hasn't changed. I'll do everything I can to ensure everybodys' safety here!"
"Wait, hold on! Twenty YEARS!?" A now dressed Abe Lincoln shouted.
Scudworth rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but don't worry. You missed out on a lot more bad things than good. The global pandemic back in 2020… woo… That was a… really rough year. I'm not gonna lie."
Now it's Mr. Butlertron's turn to speak. "Wesley here and I will do whatever we can to guide you all through the 2022-2023 school year. Now if any of you have any questions, you're more than welcome to ask."
The clone of John F. Kennedy puts a smile on his face.
"Well, it seems my memories have been completely, er uh, restored! There's just a few spots that are miss-"
He then hears the sound of somebody puking. He turns around to see Joan hunched over a nearby trash bin.
She picks her head up. "I can't believe it! Twenty years!? That's what I get for… What I get for… Oh my god!"
She leaned against a nearby brick wall and slumped to the floor. Burying her face in her hands.
"I wish I never thawed out."
Abe Lincoln, who is seeing all this, moves to comfort her.
"Hey, you don't have anything to worry about, Joan. I mean, yeah sure, I've walked in on you and JFK, and now we're two decades in the future, but we're here now. And I'm quite curious to see what the world has in store for us."
It was then that he felt a tap on his shoulder. As soon as he turned around, he felt himself getting slapped in the face.
The one who slapped him was Cleopatra, who looks more disappointed than angry.
"That was for betraying me for Joan!" She yells at him. "I do agree with you though. There's probably a lot of students over at Clone High right now that don't see me as popular. That's something I'll have to start working on. I guess I'll have to figure things out as I go."
"You're not the only one." Abe said as he rubs his throbbing cheek.
Joan then stood up. "Oh yeah. I haven't thought about that. Tomorrow's going to be hell."
"I wouldn't be so quick to say that, Joan." Said Abe. "So much has happened during the time we were frozen. Who knows how the future is going to change us? I'm looking forward to it!"
Cleo giggles at Abe. "You got the right idea. You're… probably going to be busy for the next couple weeks, aren't you?"
Abe nodded. "Oh yeah! Definitely! No time for anything else! No romantic driven conflict or anything! Just the world of 2022 and me!"
Joan rubs the back of her head. "No dating? No attraction to anybody? You're single by choice?"
"Yup! Single by choice! No other way to describe it!" Said Abe.
"This is no longer about coupling. This is about companionship! Harmless, platonic companionship with the generation that came after us! It's gonna be great!"
Joan sighs before looking down at the floor.
"Yeah… Great… 2022 already sounds like a fun time. I definitely don't even want to kill myself right now."
Strangely enough, not only do the houses that the clones went back home to are still empty, they've all been well maintained through the years.