Was the First chapter, isn't anymore.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, but I would like to own Kyd Wykkyd. Mmmm.
It wasn't really Mikron's fault that he became the Hive's temporary laughing stock (they went through them very quickly). He had been searching through the woods for some rare artifact or another that Seymour had hidden there a while ago. The Cyclops in question had conveniently "forgotten" where he had hidden it because Mikron nuked his sunglasses. So, cursing heavily under his breath, the tiny genius had navigated his way through the woods, occasionally brandishing some electric tracking device.
The artifact that Mikron needed was black and white, it also happened to be shaped slightly like a saxophone. No one, except perhaps Seymour and Mikron, remembered what the device was called only that it served some purpose in fueling whatever gadget Mikron would dish out next. That day no one was in a helping mood so he had to look for the Atomic Combustion Device all on his own.
It had been almost an hour and a half that he had been searching. Despite his cursing Mikron could almost be considered patient. At the very least, he was dedicated to finishing his work, although he wouldn't do it without complaining but hey, nobody was perfect. However an hour and a half is a long time to search so when he saw the black and white saxophone shaped thing sticking out from under a bush he didn't bother to notice that it happened to be covered in hair.
On the end of the so called device was a skunk shaped body with beady black eyes. They glittered so nefariously that one could almost believe that it was an actual skunk. Mikron, with a slightly more brilliant I.Q than that someone just mentioned, quickly surmised in fact it was a skunk and attempted to drop it and flee at the same time.
Short little geniuses don't run as quickly as they would like to and even before he could activate his hover pack it was far too late. Not the best of Mikron's moments.
Miserable and awfully smelly he made his way back to the school, gadget-less and mortified. He snuck in through Jinx's window where she was reading some magazine on her bed. Jinx's room was very pink, very black, and very horror film-like. He generally didn't go in there much but this was a special case. Mikron's intent was to blackmail the pink-haired hex queen into helping him and not let anyone he knew of besides her hear of this.
Unluckily for him Angel was in the room.
Angel was, by all means, a very nice girl. However she possessed the tongue of a parakeet on crack and in a few short minutes of hearing something would often manage to get it spread around the school. This wasn't done out of evil intent, she simply did not realize she was doing it and by the time it was pointed out to her it was too late. Usually her incessant talking was because of the huge amounts of sympathy she felt for the other party. Sympathy that she felt compelled to share.
But even with Angel in the room gaping at the repugnant odor coming off of him like a carp he might have yet been saved if Jinx hadn't been in a particularly mischievous mood. Letting out a wide Cheshire grin she began to laugh, slamming her fists onto her bed and alerting the general public who stormed into the room. If Jinx thought it was funny it generally would be miserable for the other party she was laughing at, more fun for them.
They were not let down.
In a few short minutes 'Gizzy's skunk incident' had spread like wildfire about the school. Everyone was enjoying the fact that the small boy had gotten beaten by a skunk, especially Seymour. Mikron vowed to blow up the one-eye's room once the stench had dissipated. It was his entire fault after all.
Jinx had been the opposite of sympathetic, but really Mikron hadn't expected anything else out of the girl. Still she was as helpful as ever and in a few short minutes she had conglomerated an army's load of tomato paste and dunked him in it.
He spluttered through the sauce, demanded hotly why she had just sent him in a batch with his clothes on in tomato for Christ's sake.
She calmly replied, "Tomato paste is the cure for a skunk," here she laughed for a good fifty seconds," spraying you. It hasn't actually been proven to work though. You aren't taking the bath by yourself naked because I want pictures."
Pulling out a camera she began to take photo after photo of Mikron's unfortunate predicament, leaving the genius with his face as red as tomato paste.