Disclaimer: I don't own Milo Murphy's Law or any of it;s characters. Just waiting until we get season 3.

Mort was waiting in the music room for the rest of the band to get there. He poked the drums absently, wondering how much longer he'd have to wait when he finally heard footsteps outside getting louder and louder, but they didn't sound too eager to him. Soon the door opened and Melissa angrily marched inside along with Zack. "Can you BELIEVE it?!" Melissa cried out. "That WITCH!"

"What happened?" Mort asked. "Are we gonna rehurse for the Dance?"

"We are NOT playing at the Dance!" Zack said.

Mort looked shocked. "We're not?"

"No," Melissa said. "In fact we're more than likely not going to the dance at ALL!"

"Why, what happened?" Mort asked. He looked around. "Hey, where's Milo?"

"He wanted to be alone for a while," Zack said.

"He wanted to call Amanda in private to give her the bad news," Melissa said.

"Why? Will someone tell me what happened?" Mort asked.

"Milo can;t come to the dance," Melissa explained.

"WHAT?!" Mort said, standing up.

"Principal Milder just told Milo that because of Murphy's Law he can't come to the 8th Grade Dance," Zack explained.

"He can't come?!" Mort asked. "But...he was so excited about it, he told me all about the new suit he was gonna get and was making suggestions about the songs we should play.."

"I know," Melissa said. "You should have seen his face. I knew he was gonna start crying any minute...it broke my own heart. I hate seeing him like that!"

"I only saw him like that once before," Zack said. "When Elliot said that the world would be better off without him. He really did cry then."

"He tried to hold it in," Melissa said, remembering. "But I knew he wasn't gonna. He kept his face down and he just stared at the pavement, he didn't look to the right or left. Finally we caught up to him. All I had to do was touch his arm and I saw the tears start. I put my arm around him and the dam broke. All Zack and I could do was hold him as he cried into our shoulders. We tried to assure him that Elliot was a jerk and a creep. I personally wanted to take his sign and crack his head open with it!"

"Oh that WAS a bad day," Mort said, remembering.

"And this is a worse one," Melissa said. "Milo asked to be excused from practice today after he wiped his eyes. He wasn't in the mood, and he had to call Amanda."

"This isn't right!" Mort said. "Milo can't help Murphy's Law, and any damage that happens he always manages to fix!"

"We know that and you know that!" Zack said. "And Principal Milder SHOULD know that!"

"Milo looked so pale and his eyes were so glassy, I knew he was gonna burst into tears again any minute," Melissa said.

"I don't blame him," Mort said, putting away his sticks. "I don't feel like playing now myself."

"We're not playing," Zack said. "We're not playing this Dance or anywhere if Milo can't join us."

"I'm with you," Melissa said. "We're a team and if one of us is out, we're all out!"

"Agreed," Zack said.

"We gonna tell Amanda tomorrow we're out?" Mort asked.

"Yeah. I think Amanda will understand," Melissa said. "If anything I bet she's gonna feel the same way we do."

"Besides, it'll give her more time to find a new band."

"So I guess this means you and Zack aren;t going to the Dance."

"Well, Milo told us to go ahead. He said that he wouldn't want to be responsible for us missing the Biggest Event of the 8th Grade. He said we should be there."

"Well, Milo didn't tell that to me, and I'm telling you right now I'm NOT going," Mort assured them. "No way am I now, I don't care how big it is. I won't be involved in it. Sorry, Amanda, but I won't."

Lydia then came into the music room. "Guys? Tell me what I just heard through the grapevine isn't true!"

"Ya mean about Milo not being allowed to go to the Dance?" Zack asked. "Yeah, it's true."

"What?!" she asked, outraged, which was very rare for Lydia. "Ya mean Principal Milder actually did that?! For real?!"

"For real," Zack said.

"That's not fair," she said. "This is supposed to be the dance for the ENTIRE 8th Grade! And Milo's a part of the 8th Grade! He should be allowed to go!"

"He SHOULD be, but he's not," Melissa said. "And for that matter, neither is this band! As of right now, we drop out."

"Oh boy...this is all Amanda needs to hear," Lydia said.

"Well, I'm SORRY," Zack said. "But this happens to be our best friend that got snubbed here!"

"I know, I know, I don't blame you, I don't blame you," Lydia said, trying to calm them down. "All I'm saying is that this is gonna be a blow to Amanda. I mean first Milo can't go with her and now she's gonna have to find another band," almost as if she was psychic her phone rang. She glanced down at it. "I gotta take this, like now," she sped out of the room.

"Three guesses," Zack said.

"Well, looks like Lydia is doing the honors for us," Melissa said.

"So, what do we do now?" Mort asked.

"I don;t know about you, but I'm gonna try to find Milo again," Melissa said.

"Yeah, I'll go with you," Zack said.

The moment they left the music room Lydia came back in as Mort was finishing packing up his drums. "Where are Zack and Melissa?" she asked.

"They left to find Milo, probably to comfort him some more. How's Amanda doing?"

"She's a mess. She's trying to be mature about this whole thing, but I know her way too well. Man, this really bites, Mort. Just yesterday we were all smiling and happy and looking forward to this dance, now our best friends are miserable, we don't have a band now, and this Big Event is blowing up right in poor Amanda's face."

"And Murphy's Law can't be blamed for it at all this time," Mort finished up.

"Exactly, it's the fault of our cowardly principal."

"What did ya expect, you remember what she said about Milo when we got trapped on that deserted island?"

"Yeah, I can;'t believe she would SAY that when he was standing right in front of her!"

"Yeah, well she also said that we could use the music room to practice as long as Milo agrees never to walk past her office again."

"What?! When did she say that?!"

"A while ago. No one else seemed to mind, I guess cause we could use the music room anytime we want to to practice."

"But that's not right, she shouldn't have said that. Wonder if Amanda knows Principal Milder said those things."

"We shouldn't bother her with that, she's got enough on her mind."

"Well, we shouldn't let that woman get away with this either."

Mabel from the football team came into the room just then. "Hey, guys, what;'s going on? I just saw Melissa and Zack storm right out of here and there's a rumor that someone was banned from the dance?"

"Yeah, Milo," Mort told her. "He can't come to the dance, and Melissa and Zack are really pissed off about it."

"So's Amanda," Lydia said, waving her phone.

"What?" Some more members of the football team then came into the room.

"Guys, what's going on?"

"What's happening, we just heard a rumor, some people got banned from the dance? What happened?"

"Wasn't any of us, was it? I mean, OK I got a D on my last essay, but..."

"No, guys..." Mort said and he and Lydia explained everything. When they were done the students looked at them with open mouths.

"Mort, shut that door! Make sure no one can hear!"

"This is unbelievable, can she do that?!"

"She apparently already did!"

"That's not right, Milo is a student here, just like all of us! This dance was supposed to be for him too!"

"Yeah, and well he does suffer from Murphy's Law, sure, but that doesn't make him a bad person! I mean look how many games we won because of him!"

"Yeah. He came through for us, we gotta come through for him! Mort, round up the rest of the team and get them in here."

"What about Zack? I think he wants to be with Milo now."

"Yeah, he's excused, but get the rest."

Meanwhile Milo was sitting on a bench in the park, being careful to not stand under any trees. His head was in his hands and he was struggling hard not to cry, even though he could feel the tears bulding up inside of him. He had just got done calling Amanda, which was probably one of the hardest things he ever had to do. He was barely even aware of the noise near him until he heard the voices of two familiar people.

"Hey, Milo! Good to see ya!" Dakota and Cavandish then came over to the bench. "How are ya doin?"

"OK, I guess..." Milo said, glancing up. "Hey, where;d you get that awesome new equipment?"

"We received promotions after our adventure with the Octilians," Cavandish explained.

"Congradulations," Milo said, managing a small smile.

"Hey, why so glum, chum?" Dakota asked. "This isn't like you at all."

"Are you all right, Milo?" Cavandish asked, sitting next to him.

"Yeah, I guess," Milo answered.

"Come on, Milo, what's wrong? Ya can tell us," Dakota said.

Milo sighed and explained everything to his two alien hunting friends. They both stared shocked at the news.

"Ya kidding me," Dakota managed to say.

"No," Milo said honestly. "That's what Principal Milder said. She doesn't think it would be a good idea if I was at the dance. She's too afraid of Murphy's Law."

"Funny, I thought the whole concept of 8th Grade Dance was that the whole 8th Grade was invited," Dakota pointed out.

"Didn;t you point out that you have the backpack of yours and you know what to do with it, and that you're a quick thinker and all?" Cavandish asked.

"I tried to," Milo said. "But she just didn't wanna take any chances. She said the dance was the biggest thing in the whole 8th grade and it meant a lot to so many..."

"Wouldn't it mean a lot to you?" Dakota asked.

"Yeah," Milo admitted. "I would have gotten to take Amanda."

"Amanda?" Dakota asked, amuzed. "Who's she? Your girlfriend?"

Milo managed to smile a bit. "Kind of," he admitted. "I mean...we...we haven't made anything official yet...or anything..."

"Heeeey," Dakota said, affectionatly punching him on the arm. "You go, there!"

"You KNOW who Amanda is!" Cavandish pointed out, "That was the girl who texted us during that concert to bring the fireworks!"

"I know, I met her at a party too," Dakota said. "Milo knows I'm just kidding, right?" Milo gave him a small smile. "Seriously, she's a lovely girl, ya got good taste there!"

"Well, I think this is outragous!" Cavandish said. "After you just happened to help people on TWO planets and you can;t even get any respect when you get back!"

"Sounds kinda familiar, huh?" Dakota said.

Just then Melissa and Zack ran over to him. "There ya are, Milo," Melissa said. "Oh, hey, Dakota. Hey, Cavandish."

"Hello, Melissa. Zack," Cavandish stood up so Melissa and Zack could sit on the bench next to Milo.

"How are ya doing, Milo?" Zack asked.

"Ok, I guess."

"Did ya talk to Amanda?"

"Yeah...gave her the news," Melissa put her arm around his shoulders.

"How'd she take it?"

"She did seem to understand. But I think she feels the same way I do."

"I know we do," Zack said, putting his hand on Milo's shoulder.

"Milo, we've decided that if you can;t go to the Dance, we won;t play. We already told Mort we're out."

"I can;t ask you to do that. You gotta play, they need you."

"No, Milo, not without you. You're an important part of this band. If you're out, we're all out!"

"But Amanda will be crushed."

"It shouldn't even be Amanda's problem. Let the Principal worry about this."

"We're a team, Milo. If you can;t play in the band, there won't BE a band."

"Well, you guys are still going to the dance, right?"

"Milo..."

"Guys...look this is really sweet of you and everything, but I can;t ask you to skip the dance for me! This is the biggest event of the entire 8th Grade aside from Graduation. You guys have to be there."

"Milo," Zack began.

"Guys, don't skip this just for me. I couldn't ask you to do that. You guys should go and have a good time. Don't worry about me. I gotta obey what the Principal said, don;t skip this just because of that."

"Excuse me please, Milo," Cavendish said quickly. "A few things have just come into my head. And I'm going to say them!"