A/N: It's been a very long time since I updated, hasn't it? *checks* HOLY CRAP I HAVEN'T UPDATED SINCE FEBRUARY. I'll make this chapter extra-long to make up for it – not stopping until I hit twenty pages.

Disclaimer: I do not own the film/book Diary of a Wimpy Kid or any other film or book in the series, The Kane Chronicles, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, I Don't Care by Icona Pop, Pokémon,.

~And Greg walks briskly into the school, leaving the confused people who don't happen to have this film on DVD wondering why the hell is he so upset~

Garbage can: *explodes*

Toilet paper: *seems like normal, soft toilet paper. And they're throwing it around. And then they wonder why they have horrible toilet paper*

Random students #215 and #892: *send Greg flying to the other end of town*

Greg: WHOA not the greeting I was expecting.

Random student #151: DAMN YOU VENDING MACHINE WHY DON'T YOU GIVE ME FREE STUFF.

Random student #125: I WANT DELUXE MEALS.

Vending machine: I don't even sell deluxe meals! Just soda! And they'll take that away in two years too!

Highly ironic school motto: *is highly ironic. And a school motto*

Greg: I appear to have changed my mind about middle school. You can tell by my Frown™.

Random student #210: *punches random student #150 through the wall and destroys his books*

yoneld: Replace that kid with a short, scrawny thirteen-year-old boy, and you'll get me in the eighth grade. No, seriously, this is exactly what happened to me. And that was when they were in a good mood.

Greg: I do NOT want to know what they did when they were in a bad mood.

Everyone yoneld knows: END THIS DISCUSSION. RIGHT NOW.

yoneld: Let me just say that I'm not sure how I survived that year.

Greg: I have a feeling this'll develop into an hour-long discussion with many CAPS LOCK MOMENTS on your end, so I'm putting this subject aside. Anyway, middle school? Dumbest. Idea. EVER.

yoneld: In Israel, some schools are middle and high school together.

Greg: Okay, then I'm perfectly happy that I live in Plainview, which is NOT fictional, contrary to the last chapter, but is the name of nine towns/cities in Arkansas, California, Georgia, Illinois, Minnesota, Nebraska, New York, Tennessee, and Texas, and a neighborhood of Louisville, Kentucky.

yoneld: Considering Dog Days establishes (in canon, too) that you're driving distance from a beach, I'd say you live in either California, Georgia, Illinois, or New York. Arkansas, Minnesota, Nebraska, Tennessee, and Kentucky are landlocked and Plainview, Texas is in northwestern Texas, eight and a half hours of driving from Corpus Christi, Texas, which is the closest sea town to Plainview.

Greg: Since Plainview, Georgia is an unincorporated community and is therefore unlikely to have a country club or a mall, I'd rule that one out. Plainview, California is also a very small town, so that's not it. Plainview, Illinois is even smaller, so no. That leaves Plainview, New York, which is definitely not a small town and is surrounded by other towns so there can totally be a country club nearby.

yoneld: And that's a twenty-minute drive from Long Island Sound and a twenty-five-minute drive from the other side of Long Island.

Greg: Thank you, Mr. Google Maps. Now, as I was saying, you got kids like me who haven't hit their growth spurt yet and will probably stay midgets after their growth spurt, which seems to be the way yoneld is going even though his growth spurt isn't done yet –

yoneld: That's translated as "kids who haven't hit puberty yet" in Hebrew even though we do have a word for "growth spurt".

Greg: Thank you, yoneld, for enlightening us on what words do and don't exist in Hebrew. Okay, so – seriously? You're shaving at school?

Random student #153: DON'T JUDGE ME. *shaves his facial skin off* OH GOD THE AGONY.

Random student #125: Don't worry, you're getting there.

yoneld: I'm in freaking high school and nobody shaves at school. I don't even shave at all yet. Probably not gonna have too much facial hair anyway, I'm way too light…

Greg: So yeah, anyone who has to shave twice a day – okay, I don't know anybody who actually does, most of yoneld's friends shave once or twice a week. Anyway, anyone who DOES have to shave twice a day is a gorilla. Although that's understandable, because, as I said earlier, most guys only have to shave a couple times a week.

yoneld: *shudder* We did NOT need that view of that guy's armpit.

Greg: *is shoved into a wall* God, this place is horrible. This is a freaking juvenile prison!

yoneld: And you think that because…?

Random student #115: *tears off locker handle*

Greg: Look at this kid! He's damaging school property! OH GOD THE HORROR.

yoneld: *rolls eyes* None of this happened when I was in the eighth grade with REAL juvenile delinquents.

Greg: Really? They respect school property?

yoneld: I don't know – they were too busy trying to kill one of their fellow students *cough*me*cough*.

Greg: I think I'll stay here, thanks. HOLY CRAP THIS GUY HAS A GUM COLLECTION STUCK TO HIS LOCKER DOOR WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM.

Random student #629: *eats 164,316,180,976-year-old gum*

EVERYONE EVER: *dies*

Greg: So yeah, I'm in the 5th percentile when it comes to height. That means I'm 4'4".

yoneld: You're taller than I was at eleven.

Greg: Wow, you must be –

yoneld: - a real midget, and proud of it. Right now, I managed to make it – SOMEHOW – to the 40th percentile.

Greg: So you're 5'8"?

yoneld: Something like that, yeah. But if my height's settling down now, I'll be in the 18th percentile as an adult. And neither of my parents is very tall, so yeah.

Filmmakers: You see that? Greg's a midget. And to illustrate how short he is, we'll have him pass between two tall eighth-grade girls, who are A) taller than boys their age and B) taller than sixth graders.

yoneld: *rolls eyes* My eight-year-old sister is average and I'm below average and yet I'm two heads taller than her. Get boys Greg's age.

Greg: ANYWAY! So there's this one kid who's shorter than me –

yoneld: That's nice, I have a good friend who's my age and has always been a head shorter than me. On the other hand, I have another good friend who's my age and has always been a head taller than me.

Greg: … I kind of use this kid as a buffer – you know, if I was the shortest person in my grade, I'd get the same thing.

yoneld: *suddenly hostile* And you wouldn't like getting the same thing, would you?

Greg: Hence the buffer, you stupid idiot. *gets popcorn and watches as Chirag gets bullied for his height*

yoneld: You know of any smart ones? Anyway, you wouldn't like having the hell bullied out of you just because you're short, would you? So WHY ARE YOU LETTING SOMEONE ELSE GO THROUGH THAT?

Everyone yoneld knows: *rolls eyes*

yoneld: I SAW THAT! As far as I'm concerned, standing aside and watching, AND EATING POPCORN, while someone bullies someone else is JUST AS BAD AS DOING IT YOURSELF.

Greg: Who cares? At least I'm not getting bullied, and that's the most important thing! The most important thing is me, isn't it? Why care about others if you're perfectly fine?

yoneld: I hate you, with all my hate.

Chirag: Why am I friends wid dat guy.

yoneld: You're not, you just explain the plot in this version, then you hate each other in Film Two, and then you're with him in the Wilderness Explorers in Film Three and sort-of work with him, but then again so does Fregley, so I don't know.

Chirag: In da book we are friends.

yoneld: You're mentioned once in Book One, then you're the subject of a huge practical joke in Book Two, you're seen once in Book Three, and then you stop existing in Book Four. You might come back in Book Eight, I don't know…

Chirag: Tank you. Also, apparently Karan had to work on his Indian accent before doing dis, he actually speaks wid an American accent.

Greg: Just in case some of you didn't understand that this kid over there who's getting bullied for his height is Chirag, I'll point him out.

Arrow: DING-DING-DING! THAT'S CHIRAG! YOU SEE THAT? IT'S CHIRAG! IT'S AMAZING HOW CHIRAGISH HE IS! HIS CHIRAGISHNESS IS ASTOUNDING! FEAR HIS CHIRAGISH POWERS OF CHIRAGISHNESS! HE'S SO CHIRAGISH THAT – yeah, I got nothing.

Random student #436: Bullying is fun.

yoneld: *glares daggers at him which impale his duodenum*

Random student #162: Can I hug you?

Greg: I'm not a very huggy person.

Random student #162: Come on, it'll be fun!

Greg: No.

Random student #162: Please?

Greg: No.

Random student #162: Please?

Greg: No.

Random student #162: Please?

Greg: No.

Random student #162: Please?

Greg: No.

Random student #162: Please?

Greg: No.

Random student #162: Please?

Greg: No.

Random student #162: Please?

Greg: No.

Random student #162: Please?

Greg: No.

Random student #162: Please?

Greg: No.

Random student #162: Please?

Greg: No.

Random student #162: Please?

Greg: No.

Random student #162: Please?

Greg: No.

Random student #162: Please?

Greg: No.

Random student #162: Please?

Greg: No.

Random student #162: Please?

Greg: No.

Random student #162: Please?

Greg: No.

Random student #162: Please?

Greg: Yes!

Random student #162: Really?

Greg: No.

Random student #162: Please?

Greg: I WILL MURDER YOU. I MEAN IT.

Random student #162: You're no fun. I shall go pout in the corner now. *pouts in the corner now*

Greg: Good riddance. Have you seen him? He's grown his hair! AND PIMPLES. OH GOD THE PIMPLES. I NOW HAVE TO ERASE MY MEMORY OF SEEING THE HORROR THAT IS PIMPLES.

Random student #264: Aww, I used to be so cute! Also, am I really in the sixth grade?

Filmmakers: SHADDUP AND MORPH INTO A SCARY TEENAGER.

Random student #264: M'kay. *SHADDUPS AND MORPHS INTO A SCARY TEENAGER*

Greg: WHY HAVE THEY MUTATED SO BADLY.

Random student #275: WOW I gained a lot of weight over the summer.

Random student #373: How did my hair get so curly?

Random student #111: Okay, that's just not fair, I'm like five in that first picture!

Greg: SHADDUP AND MORPH INTO A SCARY TEENAGER.

Random student #111: M'kay. *SHADDUPS AND MORPHS INTO A SCARY TEENAGER*

Greg: Yeah, I didn't mutate over the summer. I just changed my shirt. No, seriously, look, it's the exact same picture. The filmmakers just copied it and changed the shirt. *goes into his classroom*

Random students #146-#166: Hey, we're not so bad.

Random student #155: Except me, what am I doing.

Greg: I HAVE HIGH STANDARDS.

Random students #146-#154 and #156-#166: Well we're sorry we don't meet up to your expectations, Your Most High Royal Majesty. We'll try to be perfect from now on.

Greg: Why am I even here.

Random student #152: SCHOOL IS COOL. Not because of the learningness – because of the friends!

Greg: KILL. ME. NOW.

Rowley: Why am I so fat? I'm not this fat in the book!

yoneld: Yes you are, you're about five times Greg's width in the book.

Rowley: But in the book he's as thin as the homeroom teacher you had last year!

yoneld: And he's not as thin in this version (though still thin), so you'd be even fatter.

Rowley: I hate my life.

yoneld: Hey, you're a much better person than Greg!

Rowley: I love my life!

Greg: I'm glad Rowley's never gonna read my journal, because I have now downgraded his status to a two-year-old stuck in an eleven-going-on-twelve-year-old body.

Diary: I'M A DIARY, NOT A JOURNAL!

Greg: I told you, I changed the pronunciation of the word diary to journal.

Diary: The spelling rules of English –

Greg: - do not exist.

Rowley: Hem, hem.

yoneld: STOP CHASING ME TO OTHER FANDOMS.

Rowley: Hola, amigo, como estaba tu verano?

Greg: I don't speak Russian.

Rowley: No hablo en ruso, hablo en español.

Greg: Still don't speak Russian.

Rowley: Pero no hablo en ruso – ah, olvídalo.

Greg: This is gonna be a long year, isn't it.

Rowley: Porqué? No amas jugar conmigo?

Greg: *facepalm*

Rowley: Mi familia regresaba de Guatemala. Eso es mi serape!

Greg: Don't they wear those in Mexico?

Rowley: No sé. Donde está la biblioteca?

yoneld: Soy bien seguro que debes acentuarlo bibliotéca, no biblióteca.

Greg: WILL YOU TWO STOP SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN SO I CAN UNDERSTAND?

yoneld: Eso es el objetivo, so idiota estúpido.

Rowley: Sabes de idiotas inteligentes?

Greg: Seriously, you have to stop it.

yoneld: Prefieras si habláramos en ruso?

Greg: WHATEVER!

Rowley: No hablo ruso.

yoneld: Es bien, yo no también!

Greg: *dies*

Rowley: *shocks him back to life* So we just got back from Guatemala. I now speak Spanish fluently!

Greg: So you weren't speaking in Russian?

Rowley: Of course not! I don't even speak Russian!

Greg: So what's that thing you're wearing?

Rowley: Serape, it's worn both in Mexico and in Guatemala.

Greg: Well, you'd better take that off before class starts.

Rowley: I DON'T WANNA.

Mrs. Flint: Everyone sit down.

Everyone: *sits down*

Mrs. Flint: You guys are gonna be stuck in these seats until the end of the eighth grade.

Greg: So you're just gonna keep us in those seats all the time?

Mrs. Flint: Yes!

Random student #152: You're not gonna let us go home?

Mrs. Flint: Nope! We're sticking you to your chairs with superglue! *gets superglue and smears it all over the chairs*

Greg: I'm not sitting.

Mrs. Flint: *turns into a Fury* OH YES YOU ARE. UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO EXPOSE YOUR SECRET.

Greg: I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!

Mrs. Flint: YOU STOLE THE LIGHTNING BOLT.

Greg: NO I DIDN'T! THAT'S LUKE!

Mrs. Flint: O RLY?

Greg: YAH RLY.

Mrs. Flint: *turns back into a human* Oh, okay, sorry. Well, sit down.

Greg: No.

Mrs. Flint: Suit yourself. *smashes him into his seat with a sledgehammer, making him a foot shorter and cracking his skull open*

Greg: *sees floating zebras* Weasels are sick.

Rowley: YAY MY BESTEST FRIENDLY-FRIEND IS SITTING NEXT TO ME and his skull his cracked open, probably should get him to the nurse.

yoneld: It's funny how nobody cares about student safety in this school. When I was in the seventh grade (that was in Palo Alto, California), I ran into another student in PE and fell on my back. The teacher, seeing what happened, immediately stopped the lesson and sent us both to the nurse, who made sure we were okay before letting us go to our next class. My back didn't hurt too much until the next day, when it started hurting like hell, and when I told my PE teacher about it, he told me not to participate in the class, that it's probably because of what happened the day before, and that I should go see a doctor about it. Somehow, I don't see Coach Malone/Mr. Underwood doing that…

~According to the Movie Diary, this was filmed in three different schools: one elementary, one middle, and one high. Also, I totally just paused the movie to make it look like that kid behind Greg in the stands is sucking on his thumb~

Greg: *is miraculously healed* So…

Rowley: *is pouring several gallons of sunscreen on his head* Yes?

Greg: Pretty sure you're not supposed to pour that on your head. Or use that much sunscreen.

Rowley: Do you think I care? *splashes sunscreen into his eyes* OH GOD MY EYES.

Greg: Told you. Anyway, if you had to say where you were ranked in terms of popularity from 1 to 214,594,075,156,810,985,609,831, where would you put yourself?

Rowley: *through a mouthful of sunscreen* Is 214,594,075,156,810,985,609,831 good or bad?

Greg: I'd say you're around the 165,237,437,870,744,458,919,570 mark.

Vertical paper popularity meter: *is vertical and paper. And a popularity meter*

Drawing!Rowley: Yay, I'm right in the middle!

Greg: I think I'm around 1,543. In this overblown figure yoneld's giving us, that's a really good place. And if I have any luck (I don't) I'll get to the top.

Rowley: *spits out sunscreen* God, that stuff is nasty. Anyway, who's at the bottom?

Fregley: I shall now horribly disgust everyone.

Greg: Speak of the devil! Also, please don't.

Fregley: Indeed I shall. *horribly disgusts everyone*

EVERYONE EVER: *screams, according to the Movie Diary*

Greg: So yeah, that's Fregley. He's sent home for eating his own toenails once a month.

Vertical paper popularity meter: *goes all the way to the bottom*

Book readers: Wha… is that Darren Walsh right here at 214,594,075,156,810,985,608,135?

Darren: Yep! It's better than where I was when I had Da Cheese Touch, but yeah. Still haven't recovered.

Vertical paper popularity meter: *goes past the bottom and passes several hundred septendecillions (yes, that number exists) of vacant spots before reaching 543,875,209,475,098,275,984,375,092,437,509,842,750,984,327,520,984,375,204*

Fregley: I DON'T CARE! I LOVE IT! Anyway, I totally have a hair in that – that's not even a freckle! It's a mole at the very least! Also, why do I have such weird glasses?

Filmmakers: TO SHOW HOW WEIRD YOU ARE!

Fregley: I think the secret freckle thingy is enough. Just have me wear round glasses or something.

Filmmakers: WE MUST HAVE YOU BE THE WEIRDEST PERSON EVER. *throw a huge temper tantrum*

Fregley: All right, all right! So… what shall I name this mole?

Rowley: I can't even identify the color.

Fregley: The mole or the hair?

Rowley: Yes.

Coach Malone: *bursts in* WHO'S READY FOR PE? WHO'S READY? HUH?

Everyone: WE'RE NOT.

Coach Malone: WHO CARES?

Everyone: *gets off the stands*

Chirag: I glare at you, sir.

Greg: Me or the coach?

Chirag: Bot. But mostly you.

Greg: So we're becoming rivals one film early?

Coach Malone: SHUT UP, EVERYONE!

EVERYONE: *SHUTS UP*

Coach Malone: I'M COACH MALONE!

Everyone: We know.

Coach Malone: I'M YOUR GYM TEACHER!

Everyone: We figured.

Coach Malone: MY LIFE IS MADE OUT OF PE ALONE.

Random student #264: Which is why you're not that muscly.

Coach Malone: SHADDUP. NOW, WHO'S READY? HUH? HUH?

Rowley: I am!

Everyone: Shut up!

Coach Malone: AWESOME. I'M DIVIDING YOU GUYS UP!

Everyone: Yaaaaaaaaaay.

Coach Malone: EVERYONE WHO'S FIT ON ONE SIDE AND WILL GET TO KEEP THEIR SHIRTS, EVERYONE WHO'S NOT ON THE OTHER AND WILL HAVE TO TAKE OFF THEIR SHIRTS.

Fit people: Awesome!

Everyone else: Come on!

Fregley: No, this is awesome! I get to have some time with Moly!

Rowley: Moly?

Fregley: Yeah, my mole!

Rowley: I don't like that name.

Fregley: Stop bringing me down! *runs off crying*

Greg: Oh, come on, this isn't the time to be shirtless!

Chirag: He's trying to make us feel bad for not being fit and have everyone laugh at us.

Greg: And give us sunburns?

Rowley's belly button: What's wrong with sunburns?

Coach Malone: SO I'M GOING TO HAVE YOU GUYS BRUTALLY KILL EACH OTHER.

Shirts: AWESOME.

Skins: WE HAVE JUST SOILED OURSELVES.

Random shirt #263: I got random skin #263!

Random shirt #326: Take that, random skin #326!

Chirag: I'm trying to win the game, please let me!

Greg and Rowley: M'kay!

ENTIRE SHIRTS TEAM: Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai.

Greg and Rowley: WE JUST WET OUR PANTS. *run for their lives*

Chirag: I ALSO WET MY PANTS!

Rowley: WE WON'T GET THERE! THESE GUYS'LL CATCH US FIRST!

Greg: NOT THEM! CHIRAG!

Chirag: SAVE ME!

ENTIRE SHIRTS TEAM: *makes a U-turn*

Chirag: *runs for his life*

Random shirt #475: *punches him through the earth. He then came out in the middle of the Indian Ocean and drowned*

Greg: We just barely escaped with our lives.

Rowley: LOL, I still have sunscreen on my nose.

Greg: That's nice for you. I'm not playing that game. He's not dividing the teams fairly! It's barbaric!

Angie: IKR.

Greg: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! A SHIRT – oh, it's just a girl. Don't do that!

Angie: Oh, shut up. This place is full of stupid idiots.

Greg: You know of any smart ones?

Angie: Well, you seem to have a brain/body ratio above one. That's nice. You don't see many of those around here these days.

Greg: That's nice, mind not looking? 'Cause you're kind of a girl and I'm kind of a shirtless guy.

Angie: Oh, get over yourself. *eyeroll*

Rowley: *does not care* But you girls don't have to brutally kill each other! Why are you here?

Angie: That's nice, I still don't like PE. So yeah, welcome to life. It officially starts in middle school.

Greg: Doesn't life start at 40?

Angie: Yes, I'm talking about real life. So yeah, you're no longer a kid, you're no longer coddled although you still have no rights, and kids are apparently sorted by intelligence – and not in a good way. Survival of the dumbest, ever heard of that?

Greg and Rowley: No.

yoneld: Yes.

Angie: yoneld knows what I'm talking about, right, yoneld?

yoneld: Only too well, Angie, only too well.

Angie: So yeah, all your old friends will now ditch you unless you're all on the same intelligence level or lower.

Greg: That's great. Kindly look away until I put my shirt back on.

Coach Malone: GET DOWN AND GIVE ME 4,243,629,437,609,328,750,943,852.

Angie: M'kay. *looks away until he puts his shirt back on* So yeah, in not-so-gentle terms, middle school is a holding pen. That's where adults put you when they're tired of coddling you but don't want to have to put up with you demanding rights since you're no longer being coddled. *looks back at them* Still haven't put on your shirt? I'd have thought you'd have already done so.

Greg: Yeah, I'm kind of dumb like that.

Angie: Oh! I believe I haven't introduced myself! I'm Angie.

Rowley: I'm –

Greg: - very busy and really have to go. Bye!

Rowley: Actually, I'm Rowley and I don't have to go at all. In fact, I'd rather stay here.

Angie: You're welcome to do so. That's how I survived the sixth grade and I wouldn't mind some smart people to get me through the seventh.

Greg: Thank you, we really have to go. Coach Malone doesn't like it when you miss class.

Angie: That's actually what you're doing right now.

Greg: SHADDUP.

Coach Malone: DON'T SHOW OFF YOUR MUSCLES.

Greg: C'mon, Rowley.

Rowley: M'kay. *c'mons* But why? They'll kill us!

Greg: DON'T QUESTION ME. Also, put on your shirt. That way, they'll think we're also shirts since they have incredibly short memories and won't remember that we became skins three minutes ago.

Rowley: That's dumb and so are you.

Greg: DON'T QUESTION ME. Also, death is better than being seen with a member of the opposite sex. You can't recover from social suicide.

yoneld: You also can't recover from death.

Rowley: *puts on his shirt*

Soundtrack: I shall now play the cheese theme.

Greg: Hmm, the cheese theme is playing… that means we get some backstory! *walks over to the official villain of the movie, according to the Movie Diary*

Cheese: HEY I'm moldy.

Greg: That's nice. Imma touch it. *tries to touch it*

Chirag: DON'T. YOU. DARE.

Greg: *is a millionth of an inch away from the cheese* WHAT'S THAT NOISE.

Chirag: You almost got Da Cheese Touch.

Greg: Da Cheese Touch?

Chirag: Yes, Da Cheese Touch. Also, yay backstory!

yoneld: So, if these films could show backstory in flashbacks, WHY CAN'T HARRY POTTER?

Harry Potter filmmakers: DON'T JUDGE US.

Chirag: So yeah, nobody knows anyting about how it got dere, but it did. Nobody tought of trowing it away before it became all moldy and radioactive, but I guess intelligence isn't high around here. So some guy named Darren Walsh did what you were just about to do.

Random student #294: DARREN TOUCHED THE CHEESE!

Darren: Actually, my finger was a googolth of an inch away from it.

Everyone else: WE DON'T CARE. *run for their lives*

Darren: But I swear, that's what happened!

Random student #374: Shouldn't have been so close to the cheese then, huh?

Darren: Stop bringing me down! *runs off crying while growing a third eye* Guess I did touch the cheese, then… Hey, my vision just gained a fourth dimension!

Chirag: So yeah, da way to get rid of Da Cheese Touch is to touch someone else. Den you still have da tird eye but you're not radioactive anymore.

Darren: Target located. *touches random student #475*

Random student #475: *grows a third eye*

Book readers: THAT WASN'T HER! THAT WAS ABE HALL! *explode*

Chirag: And den everyone started giving each other Da Cheese Touch. You couldn't be safe anywhere and da whole school was full of tree-eyed freaks.

Random student #465: *now has a third eye* Random student #475 seems to have given me Da Cheese Touch. *touches random student #598, who grows a third eye*

Random students #599-#603: *run for their lives*

Random student #584: *also has a third eye* Now I have Da Cheese Touch! *gives it to his best friend*

Random student #647: *also also has a third eye and jumps out of random student #648's locker. BTW, that's his sister*

Random student #648: Hey, bro! How'd you get in my locker? And why do you have a third eye?

Random student #647: You told me the code. Also, Cheese Touch!

Random student #648: No way! *grows a third eye and gives Da Cheese Touch it to random student #243*

Random student #243: *grows a third eye* Man, growing a third eye is thirsty work. I gotta go. *goes* Oh hey, the bathroom's full of people! They all seem to have two eyes… Who's that in the next stall… *gives him Da Cheese Touch*

Random student #463: *grows a third eye* Oh, come on! Not even the bathrooms are safe?

Book readers: Did we miss something? We thought Da Cheese Touch only passed through two people!

Movie watchers: Didn't you guys just explode?

Book readers: Yeah, we do that.

Movie watchers: …

Chirag: And den random student #463 gave it to a German exchange student, who took it away.

Dieter: Man könnte, dass ich würde nicht zufällige Wörter aus dem Wörterbuch nachschlagen und tatsächlich die Englisch zu hören versuchen meinen, aber würdet man falsch sein.

Random student #463: Dieter's got Da Cheese Touch!

Dieter: *grows a third eye* Warum zum Teufel laufen die Menschen in Panik herum? Warum zum Teufel wuchse ich eine dritte Auge? Und was zum Teufel ist mit meinem Handeln falsch? Nein, ganz im Ernst, ich schaue nicht verwechselt überhaupt. UND WAS ZUM TEUFEL IST DA CHEESE TOUCH?

Chirag: Yeah, he didn't understand what Da Cheese Touch meant.

yoneld: In German, Da Cheese Touch is Die Käseberührung.

Chirag: Tank you. So he moved back to Dusseldorf and took Da Cheese Touch wid it.

Dieter: NEIN! ICH KANN NICHT NACH DEUTSCHLAND MIT DEN DRITTEN AUGEN ZURUCKGEHEN! ALLES WIRDEN MICH WIE HÖLLE ÄRGERN! Auch, was ist Da Cheese Touch?

yoneld: Ich habe dir gesagt, Die Käseberührung.

Dieter: Ah, danke.

Book readers: THAT WAS ABE HALL AND HE MOVED TO CALIFORNIA! *explode*

Dieter: Warum explodierten die Buchleser?

yoneld: Das tun sie.

Chirag: So now Da Cheese Touch is gone and you almost brought it back.

yoneld: Hang on… I just thought of two things.

Chirag: What?

yoneld: Okay. First – what if there really is some German kid who lives in Dusseldorf named Dieter Müller? Müller is the most common last name in Germany and Dieter is also pretty common – and Dusseldorf's a big city, it's more than likely that there's more than one Dieter Müller in Dusseldorf. I'm assuming Diary of a Wimpy Kid is also popular in Germany, so anyone who's watched the movies would tease the real Dieter Müller about Da Cheese Touch! And another thing. Dieter took Da Cheese Touch with him to Germany, right?

Chirag: Yes.

yoneld: So, since nobody bothered to tell him that Da Cheese Touch translated into Die Käseberührung and explain the whole thing to him, he has no idea what Da Cheese Touch is, and we don't know who he's touched and…

Chirag: OH GOD. EVERYBODY HIDE, NOWHERE IS SAFE!

yoneld: Just run a DNA scan of everything in the world and the first thing that's been on a person that Dieter's touched, the person who that thing was on would have THE CHEESE TOUCH. Then do the same thing with that person, and the next one, and the next…

Chirag: Dere's no budget, we can't do that.

yoneld: There's no budget for anything, deal with it.

Chirag: Den how is this school operating?

yoneld: There is a budget, it's just that none of it is used for anything that would be good for the students.

Greg: Just this school or all schools?

yoneld: EVERY. SCHOOL. EVER. At least in Israel. And this one.

Rowley: Wow, the Israeli education system must be horrible!

yoneld: Depending on which school you go to. Also, the "horrible" Israeli education system is ranked seventh in the world, so shut up.

Rowley: Who's first?

yoneld: Finland, which has the first place reserved in every international ranking ever. Occasionally they let Denmark, Norway, Sweden, Iceland, Australia, or New Zealand have the top spot too.

Chirag: Well, so how are we going to find out who's got Da Cheese Touch?

yoneld: How about checking who has a third eye and not touching them?

Greg: There do seem to be many three-eyed people around here… although the three-eyed population keeps dwindling!

Chirag: Yeah, dey're having deir tird eye surgically removed.

Greg: So you really can't know?

Chirag: Relax, if you try to remove a tird eye when you're still radioactive you'll become a human/laser/knife hybrid with 85,279,843,752,094,375,094,326,509,284,379,857,439,857 eyes.

Greg: Where yoneld gets these ideas is beyond me. And on that ominous note, we shall stare ominously at the camera! *stares ominously at the camera*

Rowley: *also stares ominously at the camera*

~EDITORS used JUMP-CUT! It's super effective! YONELD is confused!~

yoneld: I totally just paused again to make that guy look like he's chasing Greg.

Greg: Where the hell is Rowley. Also, I have to pee.

Camera: THIS IS THE BOYS' BATHROOM.

Greg: I seem to be horribly disgusted.

Urinals: Yep, we're urinals. You know, of the type that could be found in ANY FRIGGIN' PUBLIC MEN'S TOILET.

Random student #263: Why do I have a basketball in the bathroom?

Basketball: I don't know, but can we please get out?

Greg: First show me how horrible the school is.

Basketball: Sigh, fine. *shows him how horrible the school is*

Greg: *watches* OH GOD THE HORROR THAT IS THE NON-CANON.

Random student #275: IKR. Also, I'm constipated.

Book readers: THAT'S ONLY THE SECOND-FLOOR BATHROOM! *explode*

Random student #275: Just wait until you hear that we shower completely in the open, there aren't even stalls in between the showers.

yoneld: So I was on a school trip to somewhere and there were showers. I don't know what happened in the girls' showers, but I do know that in the boys' showers people just stripped to their underpants and showered. That, or they put on swimming suits in the bathrooms.

Greg: I appear to have caught your constipation. However, I shall hold it in until I get home. *leaves*

~Okay, so that was the bathroom ZAP! Cafeteria~

Rowley: Yeah, that transition was weird. So is that even legal?

Greg: The no doors thing or the jump cuts?

Rowley: Yes.

Greg: Jump cuts? Yes, they're legal. They're used in every movie ever. The no doors thing? I hope not yet somehow I have a feeling it is. Anyway, I'm not pooping until… until I get home, no need to wait till high school, I can lock the bathroom door in my house.

Rowley: Huh. This food appears to be drenched in oil.

yoneld: That's every school ever. No, seriously, I had a Skype conversation with a friend in the States and when I told him that the food in my school's cafeteria is drenched in oil, he said that it figures. What I don't get is how their budget doesn't cover edible food but it does cover pouring 624,398,756,987,324,687,636,149,852 gallons of oil on it.

yoneld's friendly-friend: HOW DOES THAT EVEN MAKE SENSE?

yoneld: In Israel? It's the Middle East, nothing makes sense. I don't know about the States, though.

Greg: It's middle school, nothing makes sense.

yoneld: It's funny how Middle Eastern languages such as Hebrew and Arabic have consistent spelling and grammar, which makes sense, while German, Dutch, and English have very inconsistent grammar and English has the most inconsistent spelling in the world.

yoneld's friendly-friend: The consistency of the Middle Eastern languages must have sapped all the sense from the Middle East, while the Germans' hard logicness must have sapped all the consistency from their language.

Greg: ANYWAY! The cafeteria – another word for Hell. There seems to be some kind of popularity apartheid going on.

Random student #364: How popular are you two?

Greg: 1,543.

Rowley: 165,237,437,870,744,458,919,570.

Random student #364: Sorry, this table is reserved for places #1-#6.

Greg: Oh-kay…

Random student #523: How popular are you two?

Greg: 1,543.

Rowley: 165,237,437,870,744,458,919,570.

Random student #523: Sorry, this table is for #214,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 and under.

Greg: Okay, not even Rowley's that bad… moving on…

Random student #235: How popular are you two?

Greg: 1,543.

Rowley: 165,237,437,870,744,458,919,570.

Random student #235: Sorry, this table is for #500 and above.

Greg: Okay, not even I'm that good… moving on…

Random student #192: How popular are you two?

Greg: 1,543.

Rowley: 165,237,437,870,744,458,919,570.

Random student #523: Sorry, this table is for everyone except #1,543 and #165,237,437,870,744,458,919,570.

Greg: What – oh come on!

~After several more tries…~

Garbage can: Can you guys lean a little bit less? 'Cause the ginger is kind of heavy.

Rowley: I take offense at that!

Emptied… seriously? They have milk at lunch? Does not compute, does not compute…: WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE crap we missed. Hang on, there are people here? Oh hai other lunch items!

Greg: Kindly kill me.

Random students #134-#626: WE ARE LAUGHING AND POINTING. FEAR THE MIGHTY POWER OF THE LAUGHING AND POINTING.

yoneld: *glares daggers at them which impale their kidneys*

Fregley: Yeah, they were laughing and pointing at me. Guess what? I DON'T CARE!

Greg: My wish to die has increased by 294,375,984,327,529,834,750,982,437,509,843,275.

Fregley: Oh, you uncool person. Look at you! You're just at 1,543! Rowley's better, but he's still not as cool as I am at 543,875,209,475,098,275,984,375,092,437,509,842,750,984,327,520,984,375,204.

Rowley: I think it works the other way.

Fregley: Who cares! Huh, it's rather dusty down here… *sneezes fire and burns the school to the ground, giving us a shot of his glasses from the side*

yoneld: WOW these glasses are thick. How high is his prescription?

Greg: *inching away slowly* Probably higher than yours.

yoneld: Most prescriptions are probably higher than my prescription of -1.00.

Fregley: Huh, my hand's on fire. I should probably get that looked at.

Greg: Please don't burn me.

Fregley: Oh, no, I'm not going to burn you, I'm just going to eat these mounds of radioactive jelly.

Greg: Can you turn into paper while you're at it?

Fregley: Sure. *turns into paper*

Greg: Awesome. *also turns into paper*

Fregley: *eats the radioactive jelly along with the tray* Huh, not bad. Oh, wait… *turns into a methane-powered human/rocket hybrid which flies out of the school*

Greg: *is blasted with burned methane* OH GOD WHY.

~Later, at home…~

Paper where Greg writes about Fregley: *is correctly under Wednesday, but incorrectly on the first day of school and next to the first page of Tuesday when Greg talks about video games*

Book readers: *explode*

Greg: The non-canon hurts me. Therefore, I will rip it out. *rips it out and burns it*

~And back to the present~

A/N: Wow. That was 22 pages and 5,886 words. I hope I'll get back on track with the updating. I've got a million things on my mind now that I'm a sophomore – I've got an electronics test coming up on Sunday (we don't get Sundays off in Israel), an Arabic quiz next Wednesday, and a math test in two weeks.

Review or you will get Da Cheese Touch.