Many Thanks to everyone who left reviews on my previous chapter! Thank You for your reviews and comments! Parts of this chapter were inspired by passages from 'Mob Mentality', by ladyspock7.

"So, you mentioned before that Megamind brought a fish he called 'Minion' to school on the first day. Can you tell me more about that?"

"It wasn't just the first day. Blue carried that fish around with him everywhere. Until… there was this one incident, in the second or third week of school, I think..."

It was recess time at the 'Lil Schoolhouse, and all the children were out in the yard, doing a fairly good job of keeping themselves entertained despite the complete lack of swings, slide, or junglejim. A few girls were jumping rope and trying to invent a new verse of "Miss Mary Mack". Another group of children was playing tag. Off to the sidelines, near the fence, a blue-skinned boy in an orange jumpsuit watched. In his lap he held a clear sphere that held a live fish and some water. Occasionally, he'd whisper something to the fish. If the fish said anything in reply, no one else heard.

A trio of playmates approached the strange boy. Wayne Scott, Alex, and Jeremy were close friends, and they had agreed to try and include John Doe (aka 'Blue', 'Weirdo', 'Blueberry Head', and 'Freak') in their game today. Besides, they wanted to see if he would let them play with that fish!

"Hey, Blue." The boy looked up, and narrowed his eyes at the group.

"What do you want, Wayne?"

"We just want to ask about your fish! How come you bring it to school all the time? And why do you keep it in a glass ball, don't fish bowls work just as well?" Blue scowled.

"Minion attends school because he wants to pursue an ed-u-cat-ion, same as I do. He lives in a sphere because it's a more practical shape then a bowl, and because this planet doesn't have enough water for swimming to be a practical means of travel."

"O… kay. Can I hold him?" Jeremy asked, stepping forward. Blue backed away, holding Minion.

"I'd… rather you didn't. He doesn't like other people holding him." He had backed himself into a wall. The trio moved closer, cutting off his escape.

"I just want to hold him for a minute! Come on, it's not like I'll drop him or anything," Jeremy said.

"The teacher did say we're supposed to share our toys, remember?" Wayne added. "We're just asking you to share. It's no big deal."

"Minion is not a TOY!" Blue growled. "And I do not have to share anything with you if I don't want to."

"Come one, don't be like that," Wayne said, drawing closer. Blue pressed himself against the wall with Minion held tightly in his arms. "We just want to look at it for a minute," he said, grabbing the sphere and holding it aloft.

"GIVE HIM BACK!" Blue screamed, lunging towards Wayne. He hovered out of reach.

"Careful, Blue, or I might drop it! Hey Jeremy, catch!" Wayne tossed the sphere over John's head, and Jeremy caught it with a grunt: that things was heavier than it looked.
"Come on Blue, what's the matter?" Jeremy crowed. "Looking for something?" And he tossed the sphere to Alex, just as Blue was about to reach him.

"Catch!" Alex shouted, throwing the sphere back to Wayne. Blue gave a strangled scream. Other children started to notice the disturbance.

"Pass it over here, Wayne!" A girl yelled, jump-rope forgotten.

"Alright! Fish-Ball!" Someone shouted. The other kids began to chant as John ran frantically from one side of the yard to another trying to reclaim his fish.

"Fish-Ball! Fish-Ball! Fish-Ball! Fish-Ball!" Inside the sphere, Minion spun dizzily, turning all around and unable to right himself before he was once again thrown into the air and caught by another child. "Fish-Ball! Fish-Ball! Fish-Ball!"

"GIVE HIM BACK! GIVE HIM BACK RIGHT NOW!"

"Come on, Blue, we're just having a little fun!" Wayne said, casually tossing the sphere from one hand to the other. "What's the big deal? You're always saying how the fish should be included in things…" Blue snarled as he made a running leap towards the place where the other boy hovered.

"You're KILLING HIM!" He screamed. "I- I'll make you sorry if you don't give him back! Give him back or I'll MAKE you PAY!"

"WHAT is going on out here?!" The teacher cried, arriving at last. "I leave you alone for two minutes and- Does anyone have an explanation for me?!"
"It's Blue's fault, Mrs. Jones! We were just playing a game of Fish-Ball, and he went nutso!"

"I did not! Wayne stole Minion right out of my hands, and they wouldn't give him back!"

"Liar! We were just borrowing it for a minute! It was just a game!" Wayne flew lower and made a show of handing the fish back to Blue. Blue grabbed the sphere as soon as it was in reach, then quickly backed away from any and all nearby classmates.

"I specifically told you that you couldn't hold him, then you just took him out of my hands and started throwing him around like a- like a toy. That is theft- no- kidnapping, and that is not okay. You hear me?!"

"Boys, boys, let's calm down. Now, Wayne, I think you owe John an apology for taking his fish," Blue gave Wayne a smug look. "And John, you need to apologize to Wayne for threatening him."

"But-"

"No 'buts', young man. We take threats very seriously at this school. I'm willing to let it go- this one time- given the circumstances. But if you ever threaten any of your classmates again, or if you even think about threatening me, there will be quiet time in the corner, there will be a meeting with your guardian, and you may even be expelled from this school. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mrs. Jones," he said, eyes on the ground.

"Good. Now Wayne, what do you say to John?"

"I'm sorry I took your fish." He didn't sound sorry at all. "It won't happen again."

"You bet it won't hap-" John broke off and glanced at the teacher. "I mean- I'm sorry I threatened to you." Mrs. Jones smiled in approval.

"I'm so glad this could be settled peacefully. Now it's time to come inside; we have a new math lesson to work on." The students lined up and headed inside, throwing sidelong glances at Wayne, Blue, and the fish as they did so. Mrs. Jones stopped John before he could go inside. "And John? I think it might be best if you left your fish inside during recess. Just to be safe." She was expecting an argument- the boy had been very adamant about keeping his fish close to him at all times when school started- but he just frowned a little, and nodded, before continuing on into class.

That was on Wednesday.

The following Monday, Blue arrived to class a little early. He was carrying a large cardboard box, and he was followed by… Minion. The fish in its sphere now appeared to be the 'head' of a small, almost comical robot. It had a small body that strongly resembled an old coffee-can, spindly metal arms and legs that hardly looked strong enough to support it, and oddly hinged metal 'hands' and 'feet'.

"I wanted Minion to be able to move around more easily," he explained before the teacher could ask. "This way I don't have to carry him everywhere. Is it… is it okay for school?" He asked nervously. Mrs. Jones frowned.

"It should be fine as long as he doesn't cause any trouble. What's in the box?" Blue set the box down on the floor and opened it, to reveal… a large cooking pot, several ears of corn, a bottle of canola oil, a salt shaker, and what looked like the controls for a model airplane or a remote-control car.

"Last week Wayne Scott made pop-ed corn for snack time, and everyone seemed to love it. So I thought Minion and I could make some pop-ed corn to share with the class as well." He smiled hopefully. "Then we can all share a snack and everyone will be happy and there will be no problems at all! It's the perfect plan!"

"Right." Mrs. Jones said skeptically. "So long as there isn't any trouble over this, it should be fine. Please take your things and go to your seat now; the other students are arriving. You can make popcorn for everyone at snack-time." Blue did as he was told, smiling in anticipation the plan.

When snack time came around, Mrs. Jones called Blue to the front of the room to make the popcorn. His classmates watched a little warily as he set about putting the ears of corn into the pot, carefully greasing them with canola oil and sprinkling them liberally with salt. Blue turned to the other students and smiled.

"Today," he said, "I am going to make pop-ed corn to share with the class. There should be enough for everyone here, and to make things even better, I have already added the oil and salt! This way, it will already be optimally seasoned when it's popped, and will taste even better than any pop-ed corn you may have had in this classroom before. Minion?"

The students turned as one to see the strange, fish-headed robot make it's way to the front of the class, stumbling a little as it navigated between the desks and chairs to stand in front of the pot of corn, opposite its fellow alien, who was now holding some sort of remote-control device with a long antenna.

"Are you ready, Minion?"

"Yup!" The fish responded, doing a little dance. "Da da dee doh, dah. Tah-dah!" The fish/robot stopped abruptly as John pressed a button on his remote-control. He pressed another button, and a large hatch opened in the front of its coffee-can chest. A futuristic ray-gun unfolded from the hatch, aimed itself at the pot of corn-on-the-cob, and fired.

It Exploded! There was a mushroom cloud of smoke and fire above the pot!

John tapped frantically at his controls as the fire leaped into the air, reaching dangerously close to the ceiling.

Somebody screamed.

Minion ran around in frantic circles. The teacher gestured for calm.

Wayne flew towards the fire, tipping over Minion as he approached. Minion rolled around on the floor, unable to right himself. John made frantic moves with his controls, as if hoping he could somehow stop the fire if he pressed the right button (or was the remote controlling the fish, was he trying to move his pet out of the way…?).

Wayne inhaled the fire. The flames and smoked funneled into his mouth, and within moments the fire was out, leaving only a badly charred cooking pot to show that it had ever been. Mrs. Jones smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. Her lovely wooden school house was still intact. None of her students had been hurt. It was going to be okay; Wayne Scott had sorted out the trouble for her.

The children cheered as Wayne grabbed John by the collar and carried him to the corner for Quiet Time. Mrs. Jones thanked him for saving the schoolhouse and pinned a gold star on his shirt. No one noticed when Minion picked himself up and went to join John in the corner.

Everyone smiled at Wayne; everyone cheered him on for having saved the schoolhouse from the fire. But they also remembered last week, when they had been playing a game with John's fish, and he'd screamed 'I'll make you sorry'. They remembered how he'd screamed 'I'll make you pay', and how this morning his fish had walked in on a robot body. He'd brought his fish to school with a robot suite, one with a hidden ray-gun that could set things on fire, and he had nearly burned down the school house. "I'll make you sorry. I'll make you pay."

The children all cheered for Wayne Scott, for protecting them from the strange, angry blue classmate who couldn't take a joke. Of course they cheered. Wayne was a hero! They needed him to keep them safe.