The next day, inside the office, Daniel looked at himself in the mirror. Instead of his archer clothes, he was wearing a business suit.

"Doesn't it seem like a bit...much?" he asked.

"The key, my boy, is to look presentable." said Mr. Dodo. "And you are a fitting example of that word."

"And with a suit that's fashionable," added the White Rabbit, Mr. Dodo's assistant. "No girl can resist you."

"Uh, thanks...I think." Daniel said before Mrs. Chinn came up to him and Mr. Dodo, asking. "Has anyone seen the Crust Cousins? They're supposed to be..."

"We're here!" announced Brit as she and Tiff entered the office. "The day can start!"

"And I thought I was the only one who was fashionably late." said the White Rabbit.


"Great! Just great!" Eddy fumed as he stormed out of Room 37. "Another detention on the second day!"

"To be fair, Eddy," Double D said as he and Ed followed him. "You did kinda deserve it for trying to make a move on Mrs. Kelleher."

"Well, can I help it if she's smokin'..." Eddy asked before he was cut off by Ed greeting loudly. "HELLO, NATHAN!"

On hearing my name being called, I let out a groan in response.

"What's the matter with you?" asked Eddy.

I yawned, then said. "I... couldn't get much sleep because..."

"Yeah, yeah, we know." said Eddy. "You don't have to keep bringing this up every time."

Double D stared at him, then turned to me, saying. "Why don't you tell us on the shortcut to math class?"

He opened the door to Room 37, where my math teacher, Mrs. Greenberg's room is right behind the other door.

"Just don't eye contact with the teacher while passing through." he added.

"I'm not sure if you want to hear it." I said.

"Nathan, as your friends, we want to help." said Double D.

"I don't!" snapped Eddy, whom Double D frowned at.

"But we can't do so if you won't let us." he went on.

"Guys, I..." I started to speak, before a familiar loud voice called out. "HEY, ROSENBERG!"

"Oh, not again." Eddy groaned, for Kevin marched over to where we were, asking me. "You still have that picture book with you?"

"You mean, my scrapbook?" I said, holding on tightly to my binder. "What does it matter to you?"

"The student body president wants it torn and thrown away." ordered Kevin.

"But I don't have it on me." I protested.

Kevin stared at me with his glaring eyes, demanding. "Let me see the inside of your binder."

Knowing that he would thrash my binder to find my scrapbook, I held it much closer, saying. "No! I told you I don't have it. I left it back home, where it'll be safe."

"It won't be once I'm done with it!" said Kevin, who tried to take my binder, but I still kept my grip on it.

"Kevin, stop!" pleaded Double D.

But Kevin didn't listen, nor did he care, as he tried to pry away my binder, which I held for dear life.

"Let...GO!" I said finally, using my binder to push away Kevin, who fell backwards.

The other kids gasped at what they were seeing.

"Oh, now you've done it." Double D said to me.

Kevin growled as he started to pick himself up.

"AAAAHHHHH! TROUBLE! RUN! BASTE THE TURKEY!" Ed panicked, grabbing me and his fellow Eds, and ran back inside Room 37, where he closed the door in front of Kevin.

Knowing that he won't stop, the Eds and I ran from Mrs. Kelleher's room to Mrs. Greenberg's.

"Excuse us." I said.

"Pardon us, please." Double D said.

On seeing us go, Schroeder, one of Mrs. Greenberg's students, pulled out his toy piano, in which he played chase music to set what was happening.

The Eds and I ran outside into the courtyard, where Eddy pointed at the gym doors, saying. "Quick, through there!"

"But, Eddy, we just passed Mrs. Greenberg's class." Double D said as we followed Eddy inside the gym.

"That's the first place he'd look, Sockhead!" said Eddy as he led us out.

"Eddy, look!" Ed cried, pointing at the back of the fence, which was open.

"That's our way out, boys!" Eddy said, leading us toward the fence.

"Desist, Eddy!" protested Double D. "We're not supposed to leave during school hours!"

But as he said this, we found ourselves whacked into a dumpster...by Kevin's hockey stick.

"I'll see you in detention, dorks!" he sneered before slamming the lid shut.

The last thing we heard from Kevin was his snarky laugh.