A/N: This is the final part of the first story. I decided to put some "suspend-your-beliefs" elements (the fact that Ned and Moze's pets both talk and act human) but we're still on Ned winning the election so let's just head onward with this crap!

When the period ended, Moze darted out of the classroom, Ned desperately followed her.

"Listen," Ned said, "I never planned on winning the election! It just happened!"

"Don't talk to me."

"Come on, stop being a sore loser! It was either going to be one of us…"

"Ned! The only reason you ran for president was so you could compete against me!"

"Moze, the reasons you were running were ridiculous! Your dad's a teacher here, so what?"

"Ned, my reasons for running may have been stupid, but what you did was so much worse."

Moze walked away, leaving Ned alone in the hallway. Cookie came by and put his arm around Ned's shoulder.

"Ned, something the matter?" Cookie asked Ned.

"No, I'm fine Cookie." Ned was on the verge of tears but somehow kept a smile on his face.

"Just think we're the rulers of our grade!"

Mr. Mosely walked up to them and stood between them.

"You know, I'm really proud of you guys."

He patted Ned on the shoulder and walked away to other business. The first student council meeting for the ninth grade was after school that day.

"Okay, everybody," Ned said walking to a desk in the teacher's lounge with Cookie following him and over freshmen already sitting. "In case you don't know me, I'm Ned Bigby and I'm the president of our grade. This is Simon Nelson-Cook, your vice president. Now does anyone have questions about what we should discuss for our first meeting?"

The treasurer for the grade, Lisa Zemo piped in "Yeah… what is going to be our first order of business?"

"Um… I don't know, Lisa, to tell you the truth."

Cookie whispered in Ned's ear. Ned snapped his fingers and slammed his fist onto the desk. "Our first order, thanks to Cookie for the great idea: chickens on roller-skates!"

The next morning, Ned let chickens on roller skates out into the hallway.

"Wow, Ned," Cookie said, "where'd you get these chickens? More importantly, how'd you teach them to roller skate?"

"Got them on loan from the zoo. Pretty impressive, no?"

"Yeah!"

Principal O'Reilly came on the loudspeaker. "Students, I'm very sorry to report that we have to evacuate the building, we have had a bomb threat. We'll be heading out onto the football field. I don't know how long this will take, but please head out there immediately."

"What is this?" Ned yelled out loud. "A bomb threat, is this a joke?"

"Chances are… it is, Ned." Cookie said as they walked out onto the football field. Suzie overheard them and walked up to them.

"Yeah, I have my cousin's school in Westchester had like five bomb threats last year." Suzie said. (A/N: If you live in Westchester County and know what school I'm talking about, big ups to you. I go to that school, actually.)

"I just hope this doesn't interfere with the student council meeting after school." Ned told Cookie.

A few periods later, the students were allowed back in the school. No bomb was found, just a false alarm. Right now Principal O'Reilly was trying to track the phone call, which was apparently in the San Francisco Bay Area, where the school is (actually, a suburb outside of San Francisco but still close enough to be considered part of the city). After school, the freshmen student council meeting went on as planned. But apparently, Ned thought the person who made the threat was someone in the school.

"Everybody," Ned said, "I've been thinking: this bomb threat severely took away our class time and this mad bomber must be stopped!"

"What are you getting at?" Lisa asked.

"We're sending our troops out into the school to catch this bomber!"

"Ned, we don't have any troops."

"Then we'll use Cookie!"

"Okay, sure, that could work." Cookie said, not realizing he was going to be their trooper, but he soon came to his senses. "What?"

"Dude, you have GPS tracking devices! You can track a bomber!"

"First of all, you can't track people with GPS. Second…"

"Oh, that doesn't matter! Your smart enough, you'll find the guy."

The next day, during there study hall period, Ned got a hunting uniform and a Super Soaker for Cookie.

"All right," Ned told him, "You can do this! If you need anything, just whistle!"

Ned walked away and Cookie crept down the hallway, Super Soaker at hand. A teacher walked out into the hallway, Cookie was so caught up in the hunt that he immediately squirted the teacher with water. It was enough water that it knocked the teacher over. Cookie told him it was an accident, the teacher didn't mind, but people couldn't help but joke about "Cookie the Hunter". At the student council meeting, Lisa confronted them about doing nothing worthwhile at all during the first weeks of school. Ned announced that he is considering dropping the presidency.

That night, Moze was looking through a scrapbook her parents made for her as a middle school graduation gift. On the cover was the Christmas card photo they had taken for last Christmas with her, her parents and her older brother Ryan in front of their Christmas tree. In the book, there were pictures from various portions of her 14½ years. Many of the pictures had Ned in them in some form or another. She either quickly turned the page or took them out and put the pictures in a drawer.

"Jenny, are you mad?" a voice said. It was Lily, her pet cat. Even though it wasn't necessarily normal in reality, Lily somehow could talk and act human (A/N: Exactly what I mean by "suspension of disbeliefs," just repeat to yourself it's just a story and relax, Ned's is already cartoony enough as is). Lily jumped onto the bed and cuddled next to her owner, "We animals can sense that, you know."

"No, I'm fine."

"What did Ned do this time?"

"He did nothing, Lily! Go away!"

"Jennifer!" Moze's dad yelled from downstairs. "Pick up the phone, your brother wants to talk to you."

Moze picked up her phone.

"Hey, Ryan!"

"Hey, lil' sis, what's going on?"

"Not a lot. How's UT Dallas?"

"Things are going good in Texas, so dad told me your up at the high school now."

"Yeah, I'm there now."

"He also told me you have him for social studies."

"Unfortunately, yes."

"Hey, don't worry; I had him in ninth grade, too. One of the best teachers I ever had."

"I guess I'll wait and see."

"So, anything else new?"

"I ran in the student council election for class president."

"Did you win?"

"No, I lost."

"To who?"

"Ned."

"Ned ran? Oh, my, why?"

"Because he feels that he should point out every mistake I make and ruin everything I try to do!"

"What kind of mistake was this?"

"Well, the reason I figured I'd run is because dad works at the school and people would feel they have to vote for me."

"So Ned thought that he could run against you to show you that dad doesn't create a bias."

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Listen, you've been around Ned a lot more than I have. You can't really hold something like that against him."

"I don't see why not."

"Well, if I was Ned, I'd probably feel like crap right now if his best friend was hostile against him."

"Well, Ned deserves it for what he did. His campaign was a joke!"

"Exactly! There you go, just a joke blown out of proportion. Are you in your room?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Go to the window and get Ned's attention and call me back."

"All right, bye."

"So what are you going to do?" Lily asked.

Moze opened her window and yelled to Ned. Ned opened his window and responded with a simple "What?"

"I uh…" Moze gulped. "I just wanted to tell you that, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"Being so stupid, you were right. Just because my dad works at the school doesn't mean that I would automatically be the best president ever."

Ned let out a slight smile.

"Well, that's a good thing. Listen, I have something really important to tell you but it has to wait till tomorrow."

The next morning, during the morning announcements Principal O'Reilly stated that Ned had an announcement.

"Hi everyone," Ned came on the loudspeaker, "Unfortunately, I have some bad news. I'm going to have to resign as the freshman class president due to circumstances out of my control. Therefore, I'd like to declare your new class president the runner-up: Jennifer Mosely. Thank you."

When Ned made his way back to English class, Moze immediately came up to Ned.

"Wow, Ned, that took a lot to do." She said.

"Yeah, so are you going to be a great president?"

"Actually, I'm going to have to step down, too."

"Huh?"

"I think Suzie deserves to be class president."

Suzie walked over as soon as she heard her name.

"What?" Suzie asked.

"How would you like to be the new class president?" Moze asked her.

"Oh, my! I'd love to!" Suzie said.

"Next student council meeting's after school today, hope you go." Ned said.

"Thanks Ned!" Suzie said as she walked back to her desk, Moze sat down next to Ned.

"So are we friends again?" she asked.

"When weren't we?" Ned said as they shook hands. Cookie was next to Ned doodling on his binder. "Cookie, you want to get in on this?" Ned asked him.

"Wait, wha, who?" he stumbled out in confusion.

"So, you think high school's gonna treat us good?" Moze asked.

Ned put his arms around his friends' shoulders and said, "Oh, it's going to be good, real good!"

That's the end of the first story in this saga!

Next time: the homecoming dance is near and Cookie and Lisa's relationship seems to be running out of steam. What will he do? Will they break up? Will Cookie try to humorously impress her? Just wait and see.