I don't own Grossology…sigh…though I wish I did…...

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Entwined with another body Dr. Boil wrestled on the ground blindly. The figure pounced upon Boil and threw wild punches at the villain. Suddenly when the man on top of Boil had the upper hand in their quarrel, Boil shot the figure in the arm with his gun. A pain exploded in the hero's head. In the slight moment that the savior paused to retain the pain Boil proceeded to punch the figure in the gut. The figure recoiled from the punch giving Boil enough time to escape.

"We shall meet again soon, Director! Next time you won't be so fortunate!" Boil spat. And with that he disappeared in a slimy yellow pile of pus on the floor.

"Are you alright director?" The Director's savior asked while untying the director from his chair.

"Do I look alright to you?" The director asked wearily.

The figure smirked and said cheekily, "Now you do!"

To which the director merely sighed. "Thank you Lab rat."

"No problem sir!" And with that Lab rat stumbled out of the building where immediately he was blinded by the bright sunlight. As soon as he was outside he cringed from all the people wondering aimlessly in the streets.

So much for being brave. He was headed back to the lab where he was found before the urgent call for help.

"I need to fortify the bureau again and reset the password for entrance into the bureau." The director muttered to himself following Lab rat out of the ominous room where he was captive just a few moments before.

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Detention was as boring as it could be. It was too quiet! Except for the occasional snore you could hear a pin drop.

Chester couldn't help but glance every few minutes at the mysterious girl behind him. She was so intriguing. He had certainly heard of her before. How could he not? She was pretty and well known, but avoided hanging out with the popular students choosing instead to hang out with her geeky brother, Tyler. Not that he had the right to call anyone geeky, for he was Chester, a major geek. Tyler was cool in his terms.

Suddenly the door was slammed open. Everyone turned to look at the intruders.

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