The copyright notices from the previous chapter apply, plus...

Sidekick belongs to Corus Entertainment and Nelvana.

The villain of this piece belongs to Focus on the Family (what a dumb name, seriously). He is out of character, but don't think it's bashing, as I do love the character. Who he is, is spoilers, though. :P (also I used a generator for his dialogue because I cannot write his canon speech pattern for the life of me, so some words may be inaccurate)

All rights reserved.

2105, Splitsboro, Ontario...

Trevor watched the window intently, waiting for his package to arrive.

He squished his face as close to the window as he could, as his pupils dilated like that of a cat.

He licked the window, slobbering grossly, as he sharply hyperventilated.

"Pakidge." He said, chuckling to himself.

He was gonna get that package, whether he had to wait or just chase down the mailman.

Chapter 2: Kyrie Eleison (like the mister mister song)

"So... tell me about yourselves." Socks stated, but was more asking a question then anything.

"Peyton Touhey... I play a game called Chaotic. It's fun, dude."

Lala cringed a bit.

"I'm Lala. I don't know what I am, yet."

"What age are you?'

"14 cycles."

Socks rolled his eyes.

"Listen, Lala. I didn't know what I was doing at 14, either. But then I joined the Adventurer's Club and now I'm here... and queer."

Lala's antennae perked up.

"Really? I'm a lesbian!"

Socks raised a hand.

"Cool! Lesbian alien. I'm a homosexual transgender man myself. More open about the homosexual part, though..."

Lala didn't ask, but Peyton was curious.

"What? You got embarrassingly big..."

Peyton made a round hand motion with hands, and then quirked his eyebrows like he was asking a question, as Lala cringed again.

"Yes." Socks grunted, angrily.

"Eh, I got those too, dude, but I'm just fat."

Socks paused.

And shuddered.

"Okay, moving on!" Lala interjected sharply.

Socks and Peyton looked at Lala, pursing their lips.

"We don't know where we're going first, but we're just... going somewhere!"

She looked behind herself at them.

"I'm sure we'll be fine, lun!"

Socks looked at Peyton.

And Peyton looked at Socks.

And nodded.

It had been two months since Eric made the kids at the academy redo their entire last grade...

He wasn't pleased about it, himself.

How could I be such a brat? Eric thought to himself.

Just thinking about myself... and not about others. What was I thinking?!

Eric punched a hole in a wall of his bedroom, alerting Maxum Brain.

"Excuse me-" He started, floating over.

"Leave me alone. I did something stupid."

Eric clenched his teeth.

Maxum Brain paused.

Then nodded.

"Very well."

He floated away, leaving Eric in his angsty solitude.

I'm me. God well-constructed me. He is going to radio broadcast me to the spiritual-minded commonwealth of Jerusalem, and stock-in-trade... I will be fine.

I'm dematerializing to Heaven, y'know? I intellectualize that God gave me that great news.

Just as a incontrovertible personality doesn't countercheck that holy ritual... again.

"Eugene, are you monologuing in the mirror again?" Connie asked Eugene.

Eugene almost choked on air as Connie spoke.

"I swear, you turn more and more into a supervillain every day, without being sinful."

Eugene turned around, lowering his glasses.

"I americanize that I'm an inconsequentially feral being, Constance. I intellectualize that He well-constructed me indistinguishably like that."

Connie rolled her eyes, and walked off.

Now... where was I?

Ah, yes.

There is an all-comprehensive unangelicalness in this world, and I will assassinate it by my extraordinary hands, overstuffed with His authoritativeness!

For I am...

Eugene Meltsner, defender of His Word!

Who will resuscitate us from all of the unangelical paratroops that disadvantage our superabundant universe? Who will discountenance the self-destructive paratroops from other worlds and distinguishable and indistinguishable dimensions? Who will be the defender of His existence?

Eugene Meltsner, that is whom!

Connie elbowed Eugene.

"C'mon, weirdo. We gotta get back to work."

Eugene paused.

Then nodded softly, following Connie out of the backroom.

Socks frowned, as him, Peyton and Lala stepped foot in Splitsboro.

"Is this Canada?" Socks asked.

"Yes-"

"Where's the beavers?"

"My god, bro." Peyton stated, facepalming.

"That's like what animal the Pink Panther is... it's a flippin' panther! The beavers are down by the water, dude, if there's any water around here!"

Socks paused.

"I thought the Pink Panther was a lion."

Peyton found his stupidity somewhat endearing, but also wanted to strangle him.

Mostly wanted to strangle him.

Lala had gone off on her own, going down to the Sidekick Academy to try and ask questions to the locals.

Suddenly, something came barging into her.

"PAKIDGE!" A deep, skater-bro-like voice yelled loudly, causing Lala to stumble onto the ground and scream in complete and utter fear.

Trevor Troublemeyer was on top of her, as his big nose almost poked Lala's teal eyes out as he excitedly (and ferally) howled for his "pakidge".

Lala, of course, punched him in the face, as Trevor made a squeaky toy noise.

"I'm sorry, I don't have your package!" She said, still somewhat panicked.

Trevor laughed, on his back on the ground, his hands up like raptor hands.

Lala sweatdropped as she listened to him laugh.

What is with this guy? She thought.

Trevor got up, brushing off her punch like it was nothing.

"Dudette, you're not the mailwoman, so you don't have my package."

Trevor waved goodbye to Lala.

"So I must bid you adieeeeeeu~"

He went into his hat and rolled away.

Lala paused.

For a long time.

Until she screamed.

"What the f-"

Socks and Peyton knocked on the door of the Maxum Mansion.

No answer.

Socks knocked again, but louder this time.

Still no answer.

"Dude. I know how to handle moody Canadians." Peyton stated.

He cupped his hands over his mouth.

And shouted a lyric to a Tragically Hip song.

"I feel like a jerk-!"

Eric heard it, and responded as he ran to the door.

"My music at work-"

He paused, looking at Socks and Peyton.

"Hi." Eric said shyly, looking them up and down.

Socks raised a hand.

"Nice fancy mansion you got here. Your family must be rich."

Eric's pupils dilated in anger.

Peyton looked at Eric, then at Socks.

"Oh, crap. Sorry, you're probably an orphan." Socks said, raising his hands and speaking softly.

Eric almost closed the door on them, but then...

Reconsidered.

"I'm assuming you want to ask me questions." He answered.

"Yes. Yes, please." Socks responded.

Eric stepped aside, holding the door open for them.

"Come right in."

Socks and Peyton looked at each other, nodded, and then walked in.

Eugene cackled as he approached the portal generator.

He had made one himself, in a manner ironically like Samaani technology.

But Eugene meant it in a Christian way, because of course he did.

"Finally, I have well-constructed myself a characteristic, up-to-the-minute electroencephalographic entranceway that shall bring me all over the universe, and it is upon me to decentralize and spread God's word!"

He flicked it on, cackling in a manner not unlike a typical Disney villain.

"Eugene, what are you doing?" Connie asked.

Eugene turned around, seeing Connie.

"It's 2AM, Eugene. You should be sleeping."

Eugene stepped aside, motioning towards the portal maker he's been working on all day.

"Ah, but you haven't seen my up-to-the-minute distinguished invention I've been chemicalizing on! Meet... The Entranceway Autotransformer 3000!"

He smiled wide, not seeming tired at all.

"And I shall appropriate it to decentralize and spread God's word! Isn't that amazing, Constance?"

Connie rubbed her eyes.

"God tells you to go to bed, Eugene."

Eugene nodded, but then...

Got dragged through the portal by a pair of hands.

"PAKIDGE!" A voice seemingly belonging to the pair of hands said, thinking Eugene was a mailed package.

"Constance!" Eugene yelled, holding out a hand, as the portal closed in front of him.

Trevor started licking behind Eugene's ears, and seemed almost ready to straight up vore him.

Eugene punched him in the face.

"Go away, you inconsequential eater! You... you inappropriate granddaughter of a female dog!"

And then Eugene ran off, screaming shrilly.

Tears started streaming down Trevor's face.

"But I wanted to suck out his smarts so I could become smart myself..." He whined.

END CHAPTER TWO

More Lala and Peyton next chapter, plus... we get to see The 'Gene as a villain? Whaaaaat?

(I mean, it's not surprising, FoTF is basically a hate group at this point, so I have my reasons.)