"No way! You have a Mcfist phone?" Foley exclaimed in wonderment.

Randy absentmindedly checking his email for his handler to provide more information about the hunter girl. Sam was positioned behind Tucker close to the window. Tucker was fixated on the tech in Randy's hand. Randy thought that the kid was going to start drooling.

Cunningham was assigned the only seat available was toward the front, almost right in front of Mr Falluca's desk. Randy froze, now with all eyes on him. A few girls in the back giggled and whispered with their words only being identified in their mocking tone.

Randy's new environment allowed him to reinvent his image, at least posture like he wasn't a social disease back home. It would be a nice change of pace for a week. So far, not so bruce.

Rising from his desk, Mr Falluca sighed, "Mr Cunningham, is it?"

"Uh, Randy Cunningham, ye-yeah," He agreed, nodding with trepidation. Real cool, Cunningham. If Sam weren't already doing it for him, he would've facepalmed.

Mr Falluca lowered Cunningham's book shield, "I'm not sure how they run the ship at Norrisville, Mr Cunningham, but here at Casper High, we have a policy on student devices." The science teacher pointed to a sign next to the door, with what appeared to be a wavy creature that bore a resemblance to both a wave of electricity and a ghost.

Randy felt his eyebrows scrunch together, and he lowered his phone, "Oh! I-I'm sorry about that, won't happen again." He smiled innocently.

"Don't make it a habit, Mr Cunningham."

The door burst open, causing several students to jump in place. Assuming the worst- that a ghost had entered the building. Unknowingly, they were half correct. Danny slammed the door shut- grass stains layering up on his shirt, hair disheveled. Randy thought he saw him earlier, with Sam and Tucker, though it was like he suddenly vanished into thin air. Danny definitely stood out now. His shoulders were tensed and raised as he was trying to gulp down breaths. Danny had been running. Randy briefly removed his hand from his chin, curious.

"Speaking of habits," Mr Falluca rolled his eyes, arms crossing his barrel of a chest sternly, "Mr Fenton, pleasure for you to finally join us."

Huffing hard, Danny casually stole a bottle of water off the front desk. The girl sitting there didn't even look startled when he did it. Implying that this was a regular day. After downing the whole bottle, he tossed it into the trash.

"I hope you're prepared to entertain us all with your wild excuses of how you were locked in the janitor's closet, or how your well-off sister Jasmine forgot her car keys," Mr Falluca glared down his nose at Danny," or you were chased about the library by the ghost of Pointdexter, I think we could all use the laugh."

Danny opened his mouth but then caught himself- there was a body now filling his seat. He caught himself looking at Randy, then feeling his frustration with the day boil under his skin, causing goose-pimples.

"I… see, there was this- uh, guy and-" Danny then blinked now his frazzled expression now replaced with indifferent determination," Okay, okay, I'll tell you the truth,"

Sitting up and inching toward the edge of her seat, Sam gave him a pleading look to grab Danny's attention.

"I was attacked by a fire-breathing dragon! I was thrown in the dumpster out back and woke up before the trash truck compressed my body like a soda can!"

The room was now auspiciously quiet, say for a pencil rolling off a desk near the wall. The students then broke into the same teasing mumbles. They were in a vacuum of confusion, disbelief. Randy had heard from the email that strange things happen in amity park, but he initially thought it was only of the ghost type.

"Fenturd, I'm surprised you thought you were good enough to be recycled!" A big blond guy in a letterman stood up, causing his chair to squeak with the quickness. Guffaws and uproarious laughter erupted from the classroom.

Randy shot a glare at the jock. Then glanced back at Danny; his entire body was tense. Randy knew what someone that carried anguish looked like. He knew very well. It was almost like a sense of his now, being empath by nature of his work. Most of the time, to avoid a monster fight, you had to talk down the monster from the outside. Perhaps viscerally aware that he was… a loser, Randy knew that was what made him such a good ninja. Pain can recognize pain.

Mr. Falluca, after a few minutes of laughter, finally broke the noise, "Alright! That's enough- next person throwing a paper will clean this room from top to bottom- Fenton, I'll get you your detention slip. Do you have a preference in color?"

Snidely, Danny mumbled, "Maybe get some with puppy paw prints on them."

"Should I get a set of complementary colors if you're going to back sass?" Fallcua pulled out his desk drawer, grasping a pad of notes, all of which had the name a cause of punishment filled out on them. Name: Danny Fenton, grade: nine, cause: excessive tardiness.

"Since Mr Cunningham was here on time," Falluca gestured to Randy, who sheepishly scratched his head while sitting in Danny's chair, "I welcome you to take an extra chair from the back and sit up here with me to make sure you cause no further distractions."

Danny narrowed his eyes at Cunningham.

"Hey teach, I can just sit on the floor," Randy offered," No cruel and unusual punishment required."

"Mr Cunningham, don't waste the energy," the teacher scolded, "You'll find in your two short weeks that Fenton here can lie to you straight in the face, that he'll have you believe that two plus two does equal fish."

Danny trudged to the back of the room, dragging a chair from the back, muttering, "You write a joke in your notes one time." - not bothering to pick it up, he might as well let the negative energy radiate and fester.

Falluca lamented to Cunningham with unnecessary harshness, "I think you best keep your nose clean and stay away from any Fenton you can. There's your first lesson."

Randy could feel Sam's equal if not greater anger aimed at the base of his neck; a shiver went through him- Sam wondered if her Wiccan powers were working, and the vision of Randy's untimely death was coming across through projection.

Though Randy's own guilt still could be felt clenching his chest, outweighing Sam and Danny's dirty looks.

Since Danny now blocked Falluca's view better than any textbook could. Randy knew a few things already; one was how to be annoying. Though he also knew that he couldn't pull this off without a little bit of Weinerman magic.

Rander-roo: Hey, Howard, can I ask a favor?

Howard-the-hoe: Favor of what variety, Cunningham?

Rander-roo: I need you to call me r.n.

Howard-the-hoe: r.n-r.n?

Rander-roo: r.n-r.n.

As the three dots disappeared and reappeared, Cunningham almost let out a groan, impatient.

Howard-the-hoe: Okay.

He smiled to himself. He loved how Howard no longer asked questions anymore.

Within thirty seconds of receiving the okay from Howard, Randy had switched his phone from silent to full blast. Then the phone began to vibrate against the desk before belting out-

"WHOOP-WHOOP-WHOOP-WHOOP-WHOOP-WHOOPEE-WHOOP-WHOOP-WHOOP-WHOOP-WHOOP-WHOOPEE-WHOOP-WHOOP-WHOOP-WHOOP-WHOOP-WHOOPEE!"

Randy felt a devious smirk stretch into his cheek. He kissed his fleeting good-boy reputation goodbye and was welcomed back in a warm embrace to rock-bottom. He let the phone cycle through two more rings. He didn't need to look up to even know that he was being observed with scrutiny. When he finally lifted his head, Randy presented a 'who, me?' face before saying facetiously," Oh… Oh, that's me. I am sorry, excuse me, I have to take this."

Dragging the phone across the desk, he put it up to his ear before loudly announcing, "Go for Randy, let's get Randy tonight, Randy speaking."

So, of course, they had to invite Randy to the Nasty-Burger; of course, they had to invite him to their booth. After the most epic display of flagrant authority punking they've ever seen, it had earned Tucker's respect, with Danny and Sam's tolerance in tow.

The first thing that the group noticed about Randy was that he loved to talk. Though what he chose to talk about was rather superficial. It was more like he was a page out of 'relatable teen digest.'

'What do you do for fun?'

'Oh yeah, uh, video games.'

'Favorite subject?'

'Lunch?'

'Favorite hangout?'

'The Hole Arcade back in Norrisville.'

That particular answer stumped the three of them because they couldn't figure out which hole he meant or was referring to. It seemed like everything reminded him of something else. He spoke in paragraphs about various adventures he went on- though perhaps Sam could tell when someone was carefully omitting something like they were blacking out a document with names and locations. Whenever someone prodded too close, Randy would then do something or say something outrageous to distract from the topic. Typical deflection. Sam had witnessed Danny use it on his parents many times before, but why was she the only one who could see it now?

Sipping her diet cola, Manson kept her suspicion shushed, and her tongue clamped firmly between her teeth.

The laughter from another classic Randy anecdote had died down. Tucker sighed, "Sucks about your Fist Phone though, it had a touchscreen and everything!"

Randy dismissively waved his hand as he stuffed another handful of cheese-filled bacon-wrapped bacon fries into his face, "No sweat bro, it ain't the end of the honkin' world."

Eyebrows were reflexively cocked around the table, watching Randy wolf down food as if what he said wasn't the strangest abuse of a verb in English history.

"What?" Randy gawked back at them, "You're all staring at me like this food isn't the absolute cheese!"

Tucker adjusted his glasses, "I think it's just burgers."

Sam quickly checked her recyclo-veggie tofu melt for lactose cheese.

"No, no like- in Norrisville, we kind of use this slang that's like…" Randy thought about it for a second," you know its a local thing like it gets updated every few years," He didn't mean to sound so intellectual about it. Still, he thought it was interesting," of course, but it's really just sort of really gross combination of new jersey and yonkers accents. I'm actually kind of impressed it hadn't migrated up north to here."

Tucker felt his head go to one side, "I don't know a lot about linguistics, but that doesn't bode."

"I'm tellin' you, man, it's legit," Randy opened up another container of heartburn sauce, "Oh hey, I was pretty hyped for switch week, so I ended up buying a bunch of exclusive Norrisville tourist swag… you guys wouldn't be interested in it, would you?"

Tucker slapped the booth's table with open palms, practically yelling, "HELL YEAH!"

Randy pulled his backpack into the seat next to him and unzipped it. He pulled out a few colorful bags of candy, some plush animals, and a pair of coffee mugs.

Inspecting the bag of candy, Danny read the label aloud," Mcfist's Mcsquizzies?"

"I also got some Mcfistos and Mcfizzies," Randy said, still rummaging a hand through his bag.

"What's the difference?" Danny found himself asking.

Picking up the packages, Randy studied them for a few moments before declaring," Couldn't tell ya, other than they are totally bruce bro."

Danny repeated, "Bruce?"

Affirming, Randy concluded, "Bruce." Cunningham slid out of his side of the booth removing various debris from his tray, "I'm gonna hit the john, b-r-b broskis."

The chatter amongst the patrons in the diner filled the lull that had entered as Randy had exited. After a record of an hour and a half, Sam finally voicing her opinion, "talk about a motor-mouth. Like does he even breathe?"

"You're one to talk," Tucker remarked with a side glance," When you get going on your save the rainforest, be nice to the animals, non-fat soapbox it's like listening to a copy-pasta but slowed, and through a fan... "

"Okay, but Randy breaking away on a school field trip to spit into a volcano isn't stretching the definition of what a story qualifies as?"

Foley pointed his thumb to his chest, "I was captivated. You have to admit we are weird kids but we never like… go out." Foley joked with a fake sob, "You guys never take me dancing."

In Danny's hand, the bag of Mcsquizzies had its weight shifted to one side and now laid limply in his hands. He had a sudden epiphany, "Did he ever mention the Norrisville Ninja in any of those stories?"

Silence fell over the table.

"Come to think of it…" Tucker began.

"I don't think he did." Sam stared up at Danny with dead seriousness.

Danny was skeptical and opened the bag of candy," There's no way, though, right?"

It's never that easy.

"Speaking of weird…" Tucker tried to wrangle in his admiration of Cunningham," back in Falluca's, didn't you say a dragon attacked you? Are Eudora and Aragorn acting up again?"

"Oh yeah- I forgot I had that meltdown." Danny shrugged, "That's the thing; it was actually a living dragon."

"What?! How could you tell?" Sam nearly yelped

Danny glanced over his shoulders before producing the Fenton Thermos from his backpack. Looking worse for wear, the lid was caved in on one side, "Well, I tried using old reliable on him."

"No way," both Sam and Tucker said in unison.

"Definitely alive, and definitely wanted to kick my ass."