(Well, here's chapter 3. Thanks to IvyCatGirl, and CheezySquirrel for reviewing chapters 1 and 2 in this story. Also a big thanks to SimmyC for reviewing chapter 1 in my "Nature Nightmare" story. I noticed that no one has made a decision on those 3 season 2 episodes that I gave out as choices for my next fanfiction on the next season 2 episode. Come on, people, contest here? Anyway, hopefully, I get some suggestions from only those 3 that I gave out.)

After hearing the sound of a voice behind us, we saw 3 guys, 2 holding guns, and one that was the leader.

"How delightful. Welcome, welcome to my lab. My name is Willard, and you are..." the guy in front said.

"In a rush. Gotta fly," I responded.

"In a rush, that's the problem with the world these days," Willard responded.

"Yeah, you're the problem," Sam snapped.

"You can't have a race, you're too slow. No, Willard, you can't be on the track team. You run too slow. Well no more!!" Willard said.

"What are you talking about, Willard?" Brittney asked.

"I'm talking about taking control of things. No one can acuse me of being slow anymore, everyone else is too fast. My own kids don't even have time for me," Willard responded.

"You're slowing everybody's molecules just to be on the track team? Geez are you qualified in the screwed villains department," I responded.

"Mathew's right. You're a mad and screwed scientist. What do you expect?" Sam commented.

"Ex-mad scientist. Now I'm just angry. So, I thought of the idea of making cloning research to slow down molecules," Willard answered, and correcting Sam.

"Slow this!!" Brittney snapped, making a lunge for Willard, causing him to splat to the ground. But, his 2 henchmen had fired their guns at us, causing Sam, Clover, and me to move in slow motion. The other one aimed his at Brittney, and we all were moving in slow motion.

Back at Beverly High, Alex was still trying to figure out how to make the soap float.

"I can't believe I have to do a project on stupid molecules," Alex said to herself, while she sipped a hot chocolate.

"Like I'm ever gonna need to know this junk in the real world," she finished, but accidentally spilled her drink on the molecules. She was getting freaked out.

"Oooh, I'm never gonna pass this class," Alex said, scared as she blew the liquid off the molecules, but when she looked at the screen, she noticed it made a movement.

"Or am I? So, heat affects the molecules, but how much?" Alex said to herself. She grabbed the bar of soap, placed it in a microwave, and heated it up.

While she watched the soap dissolve, she was amazed. Suddenly, her compowder rang.

"A WOOHP emergency? But why would they want me? Like I'm ever gonna cause more trouble anymore on the missions," Alex said, taking out her compowder from her lab pocket, and left it on the top of the microwave.

"Wait a minute! Heat speeds up molecules. Maybe I CAN help!" Alex said, looking up after she removed the soap out of the microwave.

She grabbed her backpack, just as Mr. Roberts was coming back.

"I'll be back," Alex said, tossing the soap in the bucket, and it floated. She passed for sure.

Meanwhile, back in Greenland, Willard had just finished tying us up in ropes.

"I warned you, but you didn't listen. Nobody ever listens. By sundown, I could have every country moving at a snail's pace!" Willard said.

As he stood up, he set a bomb that would explode in 10 minutes, while we were tied up. He joined his henchmen, and trotted out the door.

We thought about what to do, and tried thinking as fast as we could. Clover, spotting Brittney's compowder, tried reaching for it with every ounce of strength she had. Trying as hard as she could, she got closer.

Meanwhile, back somewhere in Beverly Hills, Alex had quickly changed into her yellow jumpsuit, and tried hovering with the jet boots. By about the 3rd time she tried, she was floating like a bird.

"A girl can get used to boots like these," Alex commented to herself, while she flew to Greenland to help us out.

2:10 p.m. -- Viking's Lab -- Greenland

Alex had reached Greenland, and tried to slow down the boots, but unfortunately, there wasn't any way to slow down, as she hit the snow, but ran up the wall into the room where we were struggling to put out the bomb.

"What kind of maniac would do this to you?" Alex said, petrified.

"Boommmmbbbb," the 3 of us said in slow motion, but Alex was unable to understand us.

After one more time, Alex took out her compowder, reversed our sentence, and we said it again. This time, it rang her bell pretty good.

Looking over at it, it was down to 3 seconds. She dove for it, and stopped it, just before it could hit zero.

We were glorious to see Alex coming back to us. She quickly freed us from the ropes.

"Your molecules are being slowed. That's why you're moving in slow motion. But I know a way to fix it: heat," Alex responded, taking out the thundering tornado blast hair dryer from her backpack, but had it pointed to her, again.

Sam, Clover and I gasped.

"Oh right," Alex said, repointing the hair dryer.

"Noooooo," we said in slow motion, as she fired it, and our molecules had been moving in the same speed as before.

"Alex, you're the best!" Sam said, excited.

"You finally looked inside yourself! I'm proud of you," I remarked, excited as well.

"You saved our butts!" Brittney said, excited as well.

"Definitely, Alex, and my hair has never looked better," Clover said, looking at the mirror in her compowder. Sam, Brittney and I gave another look.

"Thanks, Clover," Alex said, proud of herself, and happy she finally did something that didn't screw us up again.

(That's it. Leave some suggestions in your reviews about which episode I should do next. The choices are listed up above. Chapter 4 should come up eventually. Keep tight.)