On Thursday morning in the classroom, Katie is still fuming at Jett for his earlier insults towards her and Kendall, hoping for a peaceful day at school. During lunch at Palm Woods Park, she and Tyler are enjoying their meal and chatting cheerfully when Jett suddenly approaches and flips their table, sending their food and drinks crashing to the ground, leaving them in shock and disbelief.

"What was that for?" Katie demands, her anger boiling over.

"You spoke to me disrespectfully last night, and now you'll learn to show me some respect," Jett replies defiantly.

"So, you think flipping the table will earn you my respect? Do you honestly believe I'll treat you with respect after your rudeness last night and now? You've lost it!" Katie fires back.

"Yeah, you're such a jerk!" Tyler chimes in.

"Shut it, you overstuffed leprechaun!" Jett snaps.

"Don't insult him! You're the one acting like a spoiled child!" Katie retorts.

In a sudden burst of fury, Jett shoves her to the ground, only to be swiftly slammed against a tree by an enraged James.

"James, stop! You're choking him! He can't breathe!" Logan exclaims.

"Good! At least we won't have to listen to his annoying voice anymore!" James growls through clenched teeth.

"Let him go! You know it's the right thing to do," Logan insists.

James locks eyes with Jett, his glare icy. "When I let you go, you better do exactly what I say. Listen closely: you will help Katie up, clean up the mess you made at their lunch, and then you will sincerely apologize for being a complete jerk! Understand?"

Jett can only nod, his throat still under James' grip. Once released, he collapses to the ground, gasping for air, and reluctantly begins to follow the orders given to him.

"James, thank you," Katie expresses her gratitude.

"Are you alright? Did Jett's shove hurt you when you hit the ground?" James inquires.

"I'm fine, luckily. It was quite satisfying to see you scare him off," Katie replies.

"He's a real pain," James grumbles.

"You and Tyler missed out on finishing your lunches," Carlos observes.

"Are you still hungry?" Kendall asks.

"We were almost done with our meals, just craving some snacks now," Katie explains.

"I'll grab some fruit smackers from the vending machine in the lobby," Carlos volunteers, darting inside.

"Jett is seriously pushing me to the edge of sanity. Jo, I don't know how you manage to handle him day in and day out on the New Town High set. Have you ever fantasized about throttling him or dangling him above a boiling volcano?" Kendall muses.

Jo shakes her head. "No Kendall, I try to steer clear of such sinister thoughts."

"I do," Kendall admits with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Jo raises an eyebrow. "That's a bit alarming."

"What's truly worrisome is his apparent need to derive amusement from tormenting everyone in this town," Logan observes.

As the evening deepens in Apartment 2J, a tempest rages outside, with thunder rumbling and lightning flashing in a chaotic symphony. The cacophony sends Carlos into a panic, causing him to leap up in fright, only to land squarely on top of Logan.

"Could you please get off me, Carlos? I really need to brush my teeth," Logan groans, struggling beneath the unexpected weight.

"You can't go in there by yourself!" Carlos exclaims, his voice rising in alarm.

"Why on earth not?" Logan replies, bewildered by Carlos's frantic demeanor.

"In Greek mythology, Zeus is the god of storms, and he had the three Elder Cyclopes—Brontes, Steropes, and Arges—who crafted his thunderbolts. Their brothers, the Hecatoncheires, known as the 'Hundred-Handed,' were Briareos, Kottos, and Gyes, spirits of the storms," Carlos explains, his eyes wide with intensity.

Logan stares at him, incredulous, and then facepalms, exhaling in frustration. "You really need to cut back on those late-night monster movies and candy. It's making you paranoid, and it's only 9:45! Here's the plan: I'm going to get up, head to the bathroom, brush my teeth, and I won't freak out because there's nothing to fear. I'll leave the door open so you can see that no monsters are lurking around to get me."

The storm rages on, its booming thunder amplifying Carlos's anxiety and fear. Logan steps out of the bathroom, seeking solace on the couch as he immerses himself in a game of sudoku on his laptop.

"Logan, the storm is escalating! The monsters I warned you about could strike at any moment," Carlos exclaims, his voice trembling.

"Carlos, you really need to calm down. Those monsters you keep mentioning aren't real; they're just figments of your imagination," Logan replies, his eyes glued to the screen, undeterred by Carlos's panic.

"Monsters are real! They're as genuine as aliens and Bigfoot!" Carlos insists, his voice rising.

"Alright, Carlos, just take a deep breath. Why don't you go see what Katie is up to? She's in her room," Logan suggests, trying to redirect his friend's energy.

"Fine, but if anything strange happens, you better tell me," Carlos replies, heading toward Katie's room just as James and Kendall enter the living room.

"What's up with him now?" Kendall inquires, raising an eyebrow.

"The thunderstorm is really getting to him. He's convinced monsters are on their way. He nearly stopped me from brushing my teeth in the bathroom! You didn't catch our earlier conversation?" Logan explains.

"Nope," James and Kendall respond in unison.

"Let me share what happened. When the thunderstorm rolled in, he became so frightened that he leaped onto me, sending us both crashing to the floor. I asked him to move so I could head to the bathroom and brush my teeth, but he insisted that doing so would put me in danger. He expressed his fears clearly: In Greek mythology, Zeus is known as the god of storms, and he had the three Elder Cyclopes—Brontes, Steropes, and Arges—who crafted his thunderbolts. Their brothers, the Hecatoncheires, known as the "Hundred-Handed," were Briareos, Kottos, and Gyes, spirits associated with storms." Logan elaborates.

"What?" James and Kendall replied, looking bewildered.

"That was my exact reaction too! To help calm him down, I left the bathroom door ajar while I brushed my teeth, allowing him to see that no monsters were lurking to attack me. I reassured him that monsters aren't real, but he countered that they exist just as surely as aliens and Bigfoot do. Frustrated, I suggested he check in on Katie. That should help ease his mind." Logan explains.