It was one week later at Norrisville High. Young students, Randy Cunningham and Howard Weinerman sat in room 622, awaiting the arrival of their newly assigned partner. It had been ten minutes since the class had begun, and he had yet to even show up. In the mean while, the two had decided to hold a doodling contest to pass the time. Randy and Howard were hunched over their desks, focused on their drawings. Occasionally, Howard would nudge Randy to distract or mess him up, and Randy would growl, but the two kept their spirits light and the compition hearty.

"There's no way your narwhall-robot-gorilla-dolphin will be better than MY picture of a tap-dancing piece of bacon with a ninja mask!"

Randy leaned over to sneak a peek of Howard's picture and scoffed.

"Seriously, man? You just stole my mask, and slapped it onto a piece of dancing breakfast meat!"

"Not just any piece of dancing breakfast meat! Bacon just so happens to be the greatest breakfast meat in the history of breakfast meat! The dancing part only makes it better."

"Whatever, man."

Randy simply laughed, ignoring his friends mocking faces. He returned his attention back to his own drawing. As he drew, Randy decided to lighten the atmosphere with a little conversation.

"So, Howard, what do you think this new kid's gonna be like?"

"He'll take one look at us and be all "Oh my gosh! They're too cool!""

"No I mean, isn't he from that fancy prep school in Hollywood?"

Howard looked up from his drawing, eyebrow raised.

"Excuse me?"

"You know, where big pop stars make mucho dinero?"

"Oh yeah. Well, if he's one of those people who's all chummy with super stars and junk, we could get a lot of cred for being partners with him."

Randy only nodded in agreement and continued to draw. After a good minute or so, he grabbed the picture and waved it around.

"YES! FINISHED!"

Howard looked up, snatching the paper from him.

"No you're not! It's not even colored in!"

"Colored in? What is this, the first grade? I don't need to color my pictures in!"

Suddenly, the door swung open. Randy and Howard looked up from their argument and stared. A boy with brown hair and a white and red shirt stood in the doorway. Randy looked at Howard and nudged him.

"Hey, you think that's the new kid?"

"It's gotta be! He reeks of stage makeup!...and...peanut butter?"

The boy sat down at the desk with Randy and Howard and grinned shyly.

"Hi, I'm Spencer! Spencer Wright!"

Randy smiled and stuck out his hand.

"Cool, bro! I'm Randy!"

Howard looked at Spencer with a skeptical look in his eye.

"'Sup chump? I'm The How-Man!"

Randy rolled his eyes and laughed.

"That's my bud, Howard. So, Spencer, you're that new transfer kid, right?"

Howard looked at Spencer suspiciously.

"You wouldn't happen to be part robot, would you?"

"Wait, what?"

"Nothing, nothing..."

Spencer shook his head and sat down. Pulling a PC out of his bag, he began to set up for class.

"Okay, so, I did a little pre-planning last night, and I had the idea to-OH. COME ON, BILLY! Not cool!"

Spencer growled and quickly began clicking the mouse. Howard peeked over to see what it was, and back again. He leaned over to Randy and whispered into his ear. The two fell off their chairs laughing and rolling on the ground.

"OH MY JOSH! T-That was a-!"

"I KNOW!"

Spencer watched as the two practically rolled on the ground, laughing. only frowned, and deleted what was on the screen. He looked up into an empty, vaccant space next to him and glared. Randy and Howard climbed back in their seats, drying tears from their eyes and chortling.

"I'm sorry, guys. That...that wasn't a part of my plan."

"T-That was awesome!"

Randy stuttered, attempting to stop laughing. Spencer watched, unamused.

"Okay, so, back to the project, I was thinking something along the lines of a horror movie."

Howard raised his hand and waved it around.

"Yes?"

"Can it be about aliens?"

"Aliens? That's sci-fi, not horror. I'm talking about zombies!"

Spencer held out his hands, imitating a zombie. He let out a small groan to make it seem more convincing, and tried to roll his eyes into the back of his head. Randy and Howard stopped laughing. They only shook their heads slowly in reply.

"Dude, that was lame."

Randy held out his own arms and stood up.

"This, is how you zombie!"

Randy rolled his eyes into the back of his head as best he could, and began to limp around the classroom. The few others in the room cringed at the sight of his antics, some even gathered up their things and left the room. Randy made a few laps around the class, before flopping back into his seat and high-fiving Howard. Spencer rolled his eyes and continued messing with his laptop.

"Well, on my way here, I did a little drafting and idea planning, so all that's left is rehearse, film, and edit."

"Wow, that's more than we usually do. Randy and I usually just make cardboard cut outs of other movie characters and make a one-take remake of that movie."

"Don't forget the smoke bombs!"

Randy and Howard high-fived again, followed by a long series of handshakes and fist-bumps. Spencer sighed, returning to the computer. This probably meant he'd end up doing the entire film by himself again.

"Look, if you guys aren't going to help, just say so."

Randy stopped and looked at Spencer.

"And miss our chance to become real, professional movie stars? Heck no!...we are going to be the stars, right?"

"Yeah, I mean, I'm director."

"Sweet!"

That's when the bell rang. Spencer stopped, closed his laptop, and got his backpack.

"Well, I guess that's the farthest I've ever gotten when it comes to school projects. See you guys tomorrow for class."

As Spencer left, Howard began to panic.

"Randy! Come on! This is our only chance to get some cred!"

"What?"

"If we hang out with him, our reputations will go through the roof! He's a Hollywood person, that means he's gotta have lots of money, knows movie stars, and he like, an awesome ride!"

"Well, it's a bit of a stretch, and maybe a tad stereotypical...but it's worth a shot! HEY KENCER!"

"No, I think it was Spencer."

"Oh yeah. HEY SPENCER! WAIT UP!"