It was the day after Tootie had first met the Jet, and she was still concerned and worried. She could remember every moment of what happened upon the very first time that he captured her. She felt like he could return any minute now.

This morning, Tootie woke up and got ready for school. She put on her clothes, brushed her hair, put it in their normal ponytails, ate her breakfast and made sure that her homework had been finished. It had been, and now she was wearing her backpack - containing her finished homework, lunch and a pencil case - and waiting for the bus to arrive. She stared out of the window, watching for the bus, but she couldn't help but take a few quick looks at the sky in hopes that she wouldn't see the Jet.

"Is he gonna come?" she asked herself, over and over.

Soon, the bus came. Tootie said goodbye to her mother, and then went outside. She got on the bus, took her seat and waited patiently as it pulled away from her house. She kept thinking about the Jet during the entire trip.

A few minutes later, she arrived at Dimmsdale Elementary School. She got off the bus, went into the school and found her classroom. She pushed the door open, walked into the room and took her seat, taking off her backpack and putting it next to her seat. There were several other young students in her class - some being male, some being female - who had already arrived and were now sitting at their desks, talking and doing their own things.

Once the clock had struck 9:00, the bell rang loudly for a few seconds. The door opened, and Tootie's teacher, Mr. Crocker, came walking in. He stopped once he had reached the chalkboard, and turned to the class.

"Good morning, class," he said. "Are there any questions before we begin?"

None of the students raised their hand, but Tootie did. She couldn't help it; she just had to warn Mr. Crocker of her traumatic experience.

"Yes, Tootie?" Mr. Crocker asked as he pointed to Tootie.

"Mr. Crocker, have you ever heard of..." Tootie paused for a moment to regain her fading confidence. "...the Jet?"

"What jet? What are you talking about?" Mr. Crocker asked as he raised an eyebrow.

Tootie got up from her desk, went up to the chalkboard to stand next to Mr. Crocker, and turned to the class.

"Yesterday, something really bad happened to me and Clara," said Tootie. "We were outside in my yard, when we saw this huge, black and blue jet. And it was alive, and he was laughing and talking about some evil stuff. And not only that, he kidnapped us!"

There was a long pause between everyone in the class. Following this, however, was that the other kids - including Mr. Crocker - started laughing at Tootie. None of them could believe it, except for Clara, who stayed silent with a straight face.

"What do you think this is? Some story you wrote?!" Teddy, the class bully, asked in a taunting voice.

"I'd give you an F minus if that didn't make me laugh so hard!" Mr. Crocker agreed.

"But it did happen! I was kidnapped, so I had to get out myself!" Tootie tried to convince everyone that she wasn't making this story up. "And maybe the Jet's gonna come back and take me back!"

The class only continued laughing. Tootie eventually sighed, and went back to her desk. She was disappointed that nobody believed her, if she didn't count Clara. The laughter eventually died down and stopped.

"Now that that's out of the way, let's get down to business," Mr. Crocker said.

However, just as he was about to pick up a piece of chalk to write something on the board, a loud, deep zooming sound was heard, followed by some evil laughter. The kids looked around in confusion, and then got out of their desks and looked out the window. Mr. Crocker walked up to them from behind and looked out the window as well. And there they saw it - the Jet, who had arrived at the elementary school.

"Where is she?! Where's Tootie?!" the Jet demanded to know.

The kids immediately screamed and ran around the classroom in panic. Some of them hid under their desks so that the Jet wouldn't see them. Mr. Crocker couldn't believe what he was seeing, either.

"Oh, my gosh! Holy Gesundheit!" he cried out, and then turned to Tootie. "That's what kidnapped you?! Are you kidding me?!"

"I told you, Mr. Crocker, that was exactly what I was trying to warn you about! I knew he was gonna come back!" Tootie said.

"Well, don't just stand there and tell me how right you are," Mr. Crocker instructed. "Can't you see we're in danger?! Do something! Anything! I'll even give you a grade other than an F!"

"I'll definitely do what I can!" Tootie said heroically. "I'll be right back!"

She then ran out of the classroom. She ran out of the school and only stopped running when she had reached the front schoolyard, where the Jet was. She looked at him threateningly.

"Leave us alone, Jet!" she commanded him. "I don't have time to be in your hands right now!"

"Oh, really? Well, do I look like I care about that?" the Jet asked. "You're still coming with me!"

"What am I gonna do?" Tootie thought to herself as she looked around the schoolyard. "The last time I beat him, I made him sneeze, but I wish there was something out here that would make him sneeze..."

She tried to find something that would make the Jet sneeze, but all she found were a couple of flowers growing out of the ground. She picked them up just before a panel in the Jet opened, a robotic arm emerged, reached over to Tootie and grabbed her. It pulled her up to his face.

"It's time for my revenge, little girl! And this time, there's nothing you can do to save yourself!" the Jet said.

"Okay, but before I go, there's something I wanna give you," said Tootie. She showed him the flowers that she had picked, and then threw them at his face. They hit his nose, causing a cloud of pollen to form around him. He gasped in shock.

"Flowers?! No! I'm allergic to-!"

The Jet couldn't finish his sentence, because his nose started to twitch and shake violently. While this was happening, Tootie looked on with a smile on her face. Both of them knew what was going to happen: he was going to sneeze. He released Tootie from his robotic hand, and she landed safely on the ground. The Jet held his hand close to his nose and held his forefinger under it, trying to stop his sneeze, but it was no use.

"Ahhhh... AHHHHHH..." The Jet inhaled twice with his finger under his nose, and then removed his finger and tilted his entire body upwards. He didn't manage to see Tootie putting her fingers to her ears. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The Jet shot his body forwards as he released one huge sneeze that blew him far away from the school. Tootie removed her fingers from her ears and waved to him as he disappeared into the distance.

"Don't mention it!" she called out to him, despite that he didn't thank her for setting his allergies off.

Just then, all of her classmates and Mr. Crocker came running out of the school to see her.

"Tootie! You saved us! Thank you!" Mr. Crocker said. "I'm giving you an A+!"

The other students brought Tootie back into the classroom with open arms, all while cheering, "You're number one! You're number one!"

Meanwhile, the Jet blew himself the entire way back to his garage, where he landed. He recovered, sniffled, and rubbed his nose on his mechanical forefinger.

"Oh, how I hate that girl," said the Jet. "I'll get her after she gets out of school today."