Sorry about the delay, life caught up with me. Here chapter three, I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did thinking it up.

This chapter takes place a few minutes after the last chapter. It shouldn't be too confusing.

Read on!

Not too long after find the note on the ground and reading what was inside it, Spinelli, Vince, Gretchen, Gus, ad Mikey found themselves standing near the cheese box with all the other students nearby. Normally they all would've gone home now (because staying after school without detention was just plain weird) but this was considered to be an emergency. It only took a few moments to recognize that the handwriting in the note belonged to TJ, and if it belonged to him then it might offer a chance to prepare for what he might have in store for the student body tomorrow. Not wanting to be selfish with their findings, they spread out and managed to get all the other students to gather around the cheese box.

"Like, what's this all about?" Ashley A. shouted from the crowd. "I have a hair appointment to get to!"

"Why did we tell the Ashley's to come here?" Spinelli whispered to Gretchen who was standing next to her.

"Because we need everyone's help with this," Gretchen answered back. "Listen everybody! We have found something extremely important!" After she was done speaking, Vince stood on top of the cheese box and held the wrinkled sheet of paper up for the crowd to see.

"Is that it?" Someone from the crowd yelled. "A sheet of paper?"

"Not just any piece of paper," Spinelli said, climbing on top of the cheese box. "It fell out of TJ's backpack and it has is pranks for tomorrow written on it!" Once she said that everyone stopped talking and paid attention. "If you all are annoyed by what he keeps doing then you'll listen to what we have to say!"

"So what's on it?" Asked Digger Dave.

"Well, it's mostly scribbles," Gretchen said, taking the paper from Vince. "But there's a rough drawing of what looks like the lockers in the hallway and next to it are the words 'gooey, sticky, and stretchy.' And at the bottom there's what looks like a picture of a sling. Next to that is 6:00 a.m. So it looks like he's planning on putting something in our lockers an hour before school starts."

"We were thinking of coming in right after he sets it all up and taking it out of our lockers," Said Vince. "That way he doesn't get the chance to prank us tomorrow."

"And you need us because?" Asked Ashley, growing impatient.

"We don't know the combinations to your lockers," Gretchen told her. "Do you really want us to break into your lockers?"

"It's not even that!" Spinelli shouted. "I'm tired of being terrorized every day! I say we fight fire with fire! We can't just stand around and do nothing about this!" She and the rest of the gang continued on, talking about how the student body needed to fight against what was making their daily lives unbearable. It seemed unfair at first; a whole playground against one kid couldn't possibly be fair. But it wasn't fair that the one kid made drove the whole playground to the point that they were scared of playing or opening their desk. Slowly they all came up with a plan for tomorrow to strike back for the first time. They all knew that they were going up against the prankster prince, but they had to do try. Something was better than nothing.

~*~MEANWHILE~*~

"Where did I put that thing?" Turning his room upside down and inside out, TJ looked for the folded sheet of paper that he scribbled his plans for tomorrow down on. It may have been written in haste and he even had trouble reading it himself, but for the sake of humor he would decipher it. The only problem now was finding it.

'Maybe I left it in my desk,' He thought to himself as he looked through the contents he spilled out of his backpack. 'It wouldn't be the first time that happened…..' Standing up he looked around his room. After spending an hour looking for the folded paper he turned his room into, as his mother would put it, a disaster zone. He knew that soon his mother would come in and scold him for not cleaning it like she told him when he came home but like usual he didn't care.

Lately he didn't understand exactly why he ever listened to his parents and decided that if he didn't have a reason to, then he wasn't going to. Whenever he was told to take out the trash, clean his room, or do the dishes he ignored them and did what he wanted to do. Of course he was grounded for his actions, but he ignored that too. But it wasn't like he left his room much anymore. Plans take a lot of time to come up with, and he spends that time in his room at his desk only helped.

'I think I remember enough to start from scratch,' he thought. 'Something stretchy like rubber, but sticky like glue, right? Right. Now where did I put that chemistry set? I think I put it in the closet….'

Locking his door TJ opened his closet and dug to the bottom of the pile of clothes. He pulled out a colorful rectangular box labeled: Mr. Junior Chemistry Set: Sticky Edition. A few years ago he received this as a present from his grandmother on his birthday. Back then he wasn't interested in chemicals, but his parents wouldn't let him get rid of it. Now he was glad she didn't. It wasn't a real chemistry set with actual chemicals. It just gave instructions and the tools on how to make goo. Depending on the edition it would be slimy, sweet, or stinky; the list goes on and on. In this case, it was sticky goo.

He opened the box, grabbing the instructions inside and ignoring the tools; he had to make enough for the whole school. The list for the goo was short, and the ingredients were easily found around the house. With a smile he got to work, looking in the kitchen, garage, and bathroom for what he needed.

~*~LATER~*~

Dusting of his hands TJ stepped back and looked at his creation. A large amount of a green gelatinous substance was inside a vat. Taking a handful, he played with it in his hands. He stretched it, squished it, and after twenty minutes of struggling, put it back in the vat with the rest. It was perfect. If it took him that long to get it out of his hands, he couldn't imagine how long it would take to get it out of your hair. The instructions said that it couldn't be rinsed off with water; in fact, that made it worse. The thought of the students losing their minds trying to get it off of themselves make him laugh. Putting the lid on top of the concoction, he lifted it on top of an old red wagon of his and hid it in the garage.

He walked back into the house, managing to avoid his parents and darted to his room. Once he set his alarm, the prankster prince headed into the bathroom to take a bath and head to bed early. A plan this big required him to get up early, and he did not want to be tired.

~*~THE NEXT MORNING (AT ABOUT 5:58 A.M.)~*~

Hiding in the bushes at the front of the school, the five remaining group members watched as T J picked the lock to the schools front door. They were not alone in their pursuit; the entire school was hiding in the bushes with binoculars waiting for the signal to move in. After he walked into the school with a wagon carrying the vat, Spinelli, Vince, Gretchen, ad Mikey headed for the windows to watch him while Gus stayed behind to give the other students the signal.

"Do you see him?" Vince asked the others. They all looked in through a window that belonged to a classroom.

"Not yet," Gretchen answered. After a few seconds they could see a faint shadow pass in front of their view. "There he his! It looks like he's going to the lockers."

"Are there any windows in the hallways?"

"No," She told him. "The only way we can see exactly what he's doing is if we go inside."

"You guys wanna risk it?" Asked Spinelli. "I mean, I will 'cause that's me. But are you guys up for it?" The others looked at each other, not sure of what to say.

"Well, only one person needs to go in," Gretchen told her. "And you sort of already volunteered."

"Gee, thanks," Spinelli said heading towards the front door.

~*~LET'S SWITCH POV~*~

"I honestly don't think I did my best with this," TJ said as he slammed the last of a set of lockers shut. "I think I could've done a lot better with this. Should've made it so that their hair would fall out or it would burn their eyes or something like that. But it'll have to do for today." Grabbing the wagon he continued down the hallway to the next set of lockers. The hardest part of his plan had been actually getting up out of bed. After that it was easy. Besides the goo, he had to put a sling inside the lockers to catapult it. That only took a few seconds, and after a few minutes, he was done with ten lockers. At first he thought he hit a hitch when he didn't know how to open everyone's locker, but the combination lock only needed to spin around counter-clockwise five times for it to unlock.

Reaching the last set of lockers he stopped when a thought entered his head.

'Only the fifth and sixth graders have lockers,' TJ thought. 'I can't reach all the students this way.' He kicked the lockers in frustration while saying a few words that would've been considered inappropriate for school. 'I didn't think this all the way through. Maybe I can put in their desks….no, they would expect that after yesterday.'

"Guess this is gonna have to do," He mumbled. "Today is not my best day…." Continuing with his original plan he opened the locker and set up the slings and put the homemade goo inside. Slamming the last locker shut he let out a yawn and headed for the doors.

Meanwhile as he left the school and began to walk down the street, Spinelli headed to the side of the school where the other were waiting for her.

"It's in the lockers, just like the note said," Spinelli told them. "He's gone now so I think we can call everyone in."

"Gus," Vince spoke into the walkie-talkie. "Go ahead and give the signal." Within seconds kids started pouring onto the playground. Once everyone was there, the five of them explained the information they had gathered, everyone below the fifth grade had left; only the fifth and sixth graders were needed because they were the ones that the lockers belonged to. Then when they were gone and heading back to bed, the rest of them went inside and stood by their lockers. One by one they opened them, stepping out of the way to avoid getting it. The goo flew and hit the wall, sticking where they struck. Because the sun was beginning to rise, they could see that it was green, but they still couldn't quite figure out what it was made of. Mumbles rose out of the crowd trying to think of what it was.

"What do you think it is?" Gus asked. He step forward and poked at it, but found that when he tried to pull away it wouldn't let go of his finger. Only after a quick tug he managed to get his finger free.

"Whatever it is, it's corrosive to metal," Gretchen said looking inside one of the lockers. "It burned a hole in the back of the lockers. But it's safe to touch."

"It burns metal huh," Spinelli said thinking. "I'm on a roll 'cause I just came up with another idea. I say we put it on his new bike when he comes back for school."

"That wouldn't be right Spinelli," Mikey protested. "If we do that then we're no better than he is for starting all of this."

"This is the only thing that psychopath understands!" Someone shouted from the crowd. "I think we should do it!" Everyone spoke up in agreement. Since the decision was unanimous, the five leaders took the go from the walls and put it in a pile next to the school. Because someone had to guard it so it wouldn't be found by TJ, it was only fair for all of them to stay until he came back to school. Fortunately they had spent a lot of time there already and school was scheduled to open in thirty minutes.

~*~THIRTY MINUTE TIME LAPSE~*~

"He's here!" Gus said, waking up the sleeping members of his group. Shaking off their tiredness they looked over to where the bike racks were. Other students had already started to gather for the school day and TJ was looking is bike up at the racks. Once he was inside the school the gang each grabbed some of the green goo and headed to his bike. At first they struggled to get it off their hands but once they did his bike was covered in no time.

After making sure they used all of it, they walked into school, eager for the day to end and what they did to be discovered.

~*~IN CLASS~*~

TJ was confused. One by one his classmate came in and none of them showed a sign of the goo on them. Not on their clothes, hair or anything. Those slings must've gone off; he tested them three times to make sure of that. While he was staring at his desk thinking of things that might have gone wrong, he didn't notice the smug look on everyone's faces. This continued throughout the day. Once the end of the day arrived he walked outside, completely unaware that the students stayed behind just a little long so they could watch his reaction to his bike.

The all gathered around the bike rack as TJ approached his bike. The goo was now on the ground around his bike, and it looked like it was rusting in places. Not understanding what happened, he touched it gently with one finger and it fell of pieces right away. Kneeling down he examined the stuff on the ground and recognized it within seconds; it was the goo he put in the lockers this morning. Now it all made sense. Why his note was missing, why nobody had any of the gunk on them, it all made sense now. Someone must've found the note and did this after he put it in their lockers. And he was furious.

This bike, his bike, had cost him a hefty $750 dollars of his own money. Not his parents money, his money that he saved up. The sound of laugher filled his ears and it only and fuel to the fire that was his fury.

"YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?" He yelled. Everyone continued to laugh. Walking away from the crowd he came back with a baseball bat and starting hitting the other bikes that were chained up, denting them. "THIS BIKE COST ME 750 DOLLARS!" He yelled as he struck the bikes. When they saw what was happening everyone stopped laughing. "I'VE BEEN SAVING THAT MONEY SINCE I WAS SIX YEARS OLD! SOMEONE BETTER STEP FORWARD AND ADMIT WHAT THEY DID!" He stop swinging the bat for a moment to see if anyone would step out of the crowd. No one did and he continued to hit the other bikes only to stop after a few minutes. "I AM GOING TO MAKE THE REST OF THE YEAR A LIVING HELL FOR EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU!" With a toss of the bat and kick to one of the bikes TJ stomped away from the school with vengeance on his mind.

~*~*TEN MINUTES LATER~*~

TJ walked down the sidewalk, still angry at what happened at the end of school. That bike was very important to him, and everyone had to pay for what happened to it. Now it didn't even matter if the person of people admitted to what they done; everyone would still have to suffer in some way. Ideas were buzzing in his head for what he could do. So far, It was going to be massive, and it would take daya to plan. So it couldn't be done tomorrow; instead it would have to be done on Monday, maybe Friday if he hurried. But after years of experience he knew that he couldn't be angry while he worked on it; that's how he makes mistakes and mistakes were not an option this time.

Something bumping into his foot jogged him from his thoughts. Looking down he saw a dark brown bottle next to his foot. He picked it up and looked down the alley he was passing.

'Must've came from down here,' He thought. Taking a chance he walked down the ally and found a group of older kids wearing black hoddies at the end, each holding similar bottles.

"Is this yours?" TJ asked them, getting their attention.

"Yeah it is. Thanks," the one closest to him said. "You want it?"

"What is it?"

"It's fun in a bottle. Go ahead," The one closest to him reach over and opened it using a bottle opener to open it. "Try it."

"Dude, you can't give him beer," Another one protested. "We're gonna get in trouble!"

"No we won't. You're not gonna snitch are you kid?" TJ shock his head no. "See? He's not gonna tell. So are you gonna try it or just stand there and waste a perfectly good beer?" not thinking twice he took a large gulp of the liquid inside. At first it tasted nasty and he wanted to throw it away, but once it was down his throat and inside his stomach he took another sip, then another, and another, until it was all gone. "Like it?"

"Yeah," TJ said, tasting the aftertaste in his mouth. "Have any more?"

Cliffhanger! Gawd I feel so evil :P

I spent seven hours typing this chapter. I typed as a rode in the back of a car to Washington, D.C. for two hours (it helped a lot) and then I spend five more hours at my grandma's house. Thank god for boredom. Next update should be in…a week? Maybe. Since typing chapters take so long and I'm in college with and English Major (of all things) I have priorities. But my other chapters are shorter so they might be updated.

The good news is that in a little over two weeks I'll be out for a month for winter break and since I won't have homework (because when we come back we get new classes) this is all I'll have to do! So that means much more updates.

Donna nnov: Nothing much, just the key to their safety and sanity. :P At least for one day.

RandallXSpinelli:…..I don't want to give much away, but there is a lot more left before then!

Jasmine Ann Snape: I feel the same way! The movie did him a lot of justice compared to the cartoon.

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