Wow, people actually reviewed… weird… I didn't think you'd like it! SWEET!!!! Okay, well… here we go again! I LOVE YOU JOJO! BTW, people, I know I have a hell of a lot of typos… sorry! I want pizza… yummy…

"So you don't know what he was after?" Kevin looked at the small Goth with curious eyes, "You didn't hear what he and his bitchy friend were talking about?"

"Well," Twyla twiddled her thumbs, "I did see what was on the papers he was holding, but I don't know exactly why he wants them."

"What were they?" Kevin sounded anxious about this.

"The Rules of Impeachment," The Goth rose and walked over to stairs that lead to the top of the tree were the two would sit and listen to the music in the sky. "I think he's after the Mayor." She began to climb said stairs. "Come on, I wanna hear the music."

He followed, "Okay, but why would he—Oh that little bastard," Kevin slapped his palm to his forehead, "He wants to be Mayor, duh! And if I know one thing, it's that your dad would kill for that role." They reached the top, and sat down.

"No music yet, but he'll come," Twyla whispered.

"He'll some?" Kevin grinned at the Goth.

"Oh yeah, they musician is a guy. He could be a ghost for all I care; but he has to understand what I'm going through, not that you don't! It's just that it takes a very soulful creature to write certain music." She sighed.

"I get it, Bra," Kevin laughed, "I know I couldn't write stuff like that, but what if said spirit is a she?"

"It's not," Twyla shrugged, "I just know it's not." She sipped her soda slowly, staring at the clouds as they began to change from purple to pink.

"Ah-huh," Kevin tried to stiffen a snicker, "So what will you do when you meet said guy, hmm?" He fluttered his eyes at her.

She elbowed him, "Haha," The girl spoke with sarcasm, "I don't know, it's just that—" Twyla stopped short, she could hear the music. She smiled at Kevin, "There he is."

The McDodd Rez…

"Ned, I need to talk to you," Sally reached for her husband's hand and lead him out into the living room, leaving their daughters and one son to eat.

"What is it," He had a pretty good idea, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing—it's just that, well…" Sally sighed, "I'mworkingforthechairmanandithinkthathe—"

"Um, honey," Ned chuckled, "Could you maybe talk a little slower?"

She sighed again, "Promise you won't interrupt me until I'm done?" Ned nodded, "My new job is working in the Whodad household as a maid from one to six, I know it's not the best gig, but they pay amazingly!" All the blood began to drain from Ned's face, "Let me finish! I'm not supposed to tell you this; but the Whodad's have a daughter! A daughter! I lovely young girl; about Jojo's age! They've hidden it from everyone! It's so strange… Why would he hide a daughter like th—" She stopped, "Oh my Who…"

"Sal?" Ned was suddenly very alert, "You okay?"

"He's hiding his daughter," Sally put a hand to her forehead, she suddenly felt wheezy.

"Sally, what are you talking about?! The Chairman family can't have a daughter, there's no record of it! Trust me, if Vonfrood (That's his name, right?) Whodad had a kid, I would know!" Ned put his hands on his wife's shoulders, "It was probably just a neighbor kid who needed her ball back from their yard…" He paused, "Then again, what Who would want to visit the Whodads?" He muttered.

"Ned! I know that this was their daughter! She's the splitting image of Laylia herself! Only this girl's not as up-tight!" Sally shrugged off Ned's hands, "If I could only remember her name! Oh, Grinch! I just can't remember! ARGH!"

"Hon, um, Honey?" Ned tried to calm down his wife, "Why are you freaking out?"

"Because I think that that creep Vonfrood is up to something bad! Very, very bad!" She was very near yelling, and Ned was about to respond when Holly walked in.

"Daddy, Jojo ran off to that old building again!"

With JOJO!

He had almost every instrument and invention going to the tune of Beat It by that Mike guy. Normally, he would play his own songs, but he wanted something he could just listen, dance, and sing to. Yeah, the song was old, and yeah, it was written by a dying crazy man… (Mr. J—you'll live forever in my world!) But the song had a great beat!

He danced slightly to the beat as he ran around the observatory turning on all sorts of equipment he had come up with. His head banged to the beat and his feet hit the floor to music's rhythm. Yes, he had so much fun up here alone, but sure, having some else would becool…okay…good…great…awesome…

…sigh…

He really needed some friends…

"God, Jojo," He laughed at himself, "You really need to work on your dramatic thoughts, this is getting really weird." Jojo glanced at the small clock on the wall.

"Only ten o'clock? Damn," He shook his head, "This is gonna be a long day…"

The song he was playing reached the chorus, and Jojo heard something in the distance… a voice singing along. A girl's voice… a very beautiful voice…

Beat it!

Beat it!

No one likes to be defeated!

Showin' how funky and strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it!

"Hello?" He was confused; there was no one around here… ever. Nobody ever cared to come around this part of town. "Hello?" The singing continued.

They're out to get you, better leave while you can

Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man

If ya wanna stay alive you better do what you can

So beat it just beat it!

"Wow, um," Jojo didn't understand what was going on, "Hello? Anybody there?"

Hmm… He thought about it before running up a tall flight of stairs that lead to the roof. Maybe he could see who it was from up there…

But what he saw the same as always: The town in the distance, the big Who tree, and Whoville Lake. No one ever visited Whoville Lake at this time of year; the water was far too cold. But on top of the mushroom shaped tree in the distance, Jojo saw two Who's there; it looked as if they were dancing, but he couldn't be sure. He was certain that one of them was the sweet voice that he was hearing. One of them was tall and had what looked like—what were those?—Spikes on their head. Weird… The other was small and thin, the figure reminded Jojo of Twyla…

Then again… everything reminds him of her.

"Weird…" He just headed back for the observatory, "Who would be up and out at this hour, anyways?"

With Mr. and Mrs. Whodad…

"This can go on, Von," Laylia spoke with urgency; "You and I both know that that young girl has no problem with speaking her mind! She could rat us out in a heartbeat! Do you realize what would happen if she did that?"

Vonfrood stood with his back facing his wife, "Of course I know that, you twit! It's just that you simply haven't thought this through!" He chuckled darkly, "Nobody knows about her! The only reason she's in public school is so she doesn't know that no one knows! If that little brat goes running off to some random Who, screaming about how her father hit her, people will laugh!" He turned to face Laylia, "Because the Whodad's do not have a daughter!"

"I see," The woman spoke with a bored tone, "But why don't we just get rid of the bitch? It would save time and effort if she was gone."

"I know, I know," The Chairman sighed, "But if we don't succeed, I don't want to be charged for murder, as well." He sat down on the couch with his wife, "But if we succeed, we can get rid of the girl."

Laylia sighed with frustration, "We did we have the child again?"

He shrugged, "Because an abortion would've drawn attention to us."

With Ned and Sally…

"That's okay, sweetie," Sally walked up to her daughter and picked her up, "Let's go play, hon."

"No!" She giggled, "We want to go to the mall!" At the word 'mall' every one of the girls in the other room grew quiet before yelling at top volume and rushing into the hallway.

"I wanna come!"

"Me, too"

"Me, three!"

"Me, four!"

"Me, five!"

"Me, six!

"Me, twenty-eight!"

"Me, forty-nine!"

"Okay," Sally chuckled nervously, setting Holly down. "Let's get ready to go! Girls, get your purses and let's head to Whoville Town-center!" The girls screamed with joy as they ran to their room.

"Do you think Jojo will want to come?" Sally asked her husband.

"I'll call," Ned walked into the kitchen and dialed Jojo's Whophone number. He answered on the third ring.

"Hello?" He said over his music.

"Hey, Jojo!" Ned said into the receiver, "Listen, your mother is taking the girls to the mall and she wants to know if you'd like to go. Or she could drop you off somewhere so you can chill and hang out, ya know?"

"Um, sure I'll be there in a minute." Jojo spoke quietly, now that the music was gone.

"See you then, son," Ned hung up, "He'll be here in a minute," He said to Sally, "I don't know if he w—"

Sally gave Ned a quick peck on the lips, "We'll finish our talk later, m'kay?"

"Okay," He smiled, "Have fun!"

"Well, aren't you coming?" She was a little disappointed.

"Oh no!" Ned laughed, "I have way to much work to do!" He pulled Sally into a deep kiss.

Jojo walked in and walked right back out when he saw his parents.

Twyla and Kevin…

"Aw," Twyla groaned, "It stopped! Damn, I was hoping he'd stay awhile." Her shoulders slumped over.

"It's okay, Bra," Kevin laughed, "It's not like he won't come back,"

"Speaking of coming back," The Goth turned to her friend, "I'm going to have to go home sooner or later."

"No way! Nuh-uh, no! You can't go back to them, Twy!"

"Why not?" What a stupid question, she thought to herself, "I mean, where else am I gonna go? And what if he comes after you and J—What if he comes after you?" She whispered.

"Who cares?"He said softly, putting his hands on her small shoulders, "As long as your cool, and hey! I can take care of myself, Bra."

"I know, I know. It's just…" Twyla sighed, "I don't want to fall into a fiery pit of the abyss! And what if h—"

"Hey, listen," Kevin shook the Goth's shoulders lightly, "Let's not talk about the 'What Ifs' and all that shiznit!" He laughed, "Let's do something fun!"

"Then the mall it is," And the two headed for the Town-Center.

BLA BLA BLA!!!! Everyone is at the mall now, it's noon, and the McDodds are in the food court.

"Mommy, I want a Cheeseburger!"

"Me, too!"

"Me, three!"

And so on…

"Okay, okay!" Sally laughed at the large group of girls in front of her, "Hey Mike," She greeted the man at the counter, "I'll have the usual, but Ned isn't here and Jojo ran off somewhere. Probably Flames music store (Who remembers this place? Here's a hint; it's Jaclyn's fav store!) by now, he loves the place." She laughed.

"Of course, Mrs. McDodd," The man, Mike, laughed with her. "The boy must be overly popular by now, huh?"

"Oh, well—" She hesitated, "I really don't know. He still doesn't talk much." The man handed her a tower of trays; about forty of them stacked on each other. Wow… "Um, could you help?"

"Sure," Mike hopped over the blue counter of "Whoville's Burger Co." and helped Sally over to the longest table in the mall. It's stretched all the way down through the food court. Sally wasn't worried about one of the girls getting lost; they used the buddy system.

"Thank you," The girls sat down to their meal.

With Jojo in the Flames…

Jojo was browsing through the electric Keyboards, he was thinking about purchasing one. He wasn't a real piano player, but he could learn.

He shrugged and began to walk out, deciding to head to Who's N Nobles book store to look for something good. He was feeling good, this was going to be a nice d—

"IT'S JOJO!" A shocked voice yelled from behind him. He turned his head to see a group of girls standing in shock behind him.

Oh shiznit…

He broke into a run, and of course, they chased him.

He sped through the mall as fast as he could, dodging Who's easily because he was so small. Jojo passed by the food court and saw his mother rise at the sight of him running, he waved her off as the fangirls came into view. She sat back down, shaking her head.

"JOJO! WAIT!"

"COME ON! QUIT RUNNING!"

He didn't listen, he just kept on runni—

!!!!!!!!BAM!!!!!!!!

Jojo ran into something, or someone, and fell forward onto said something.

Oh no… it was a someone.

A very familiar someone; a someone who let out a small "Ow," when she hit Jojo with a bump.

Twyla opened her purple eyes and stared into Jojo's brown one above her, and said eyes widened whe they saw who was under him.

"Oh, h-hey Jojo," She stuttered with a grin, "Nice to see you here."

Jojo just stared wide-eyed at the Goth under him. When she talked, her unique voice carried up to his face, bringing her sweet, sweet breath to his nose. He was going to have to talk to his dad now…

"H-hey, Twyla," He said back to her, "Nice to, um, see you too."

I love awkward meetings…sigh…giggle…snort…HAHA! Hope you like! More 2morrow! REVIEW PEOPLE! REVIEW IF YOU LOVE JOJO!