CHAPTER THREE: frighty med

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NATHANIEL IVORY SALVATORE HAD DECIDED THAT HE WOULD GO OUT TO SURPRISE KAZ AND OLIVER. There was a limited of placed that the two would be; clearly they wouldn't be at school, give the day it was. They could be at one or the other's house, playing videos games. And, obviously, the comic book store.

Nate went to the comic book store, sure, that, they would be searching for a be comic book. Or, the fact that they were recently paid, already spending it on something they had been unable to afford before working at Mighty Med.

So, when he entered the store, of course, he easily stoped Oliver and Kaz. Plus, there was only, like four other people.

"Nathan!" Kaz exclaimed, excited. "You're allowed to leave the hospital?" He questioned, confused.

Nathaniel and Oliver looked at the other, confused.   

"Obviously," Nate slowly spoke, as if Kaz wouldn't understand if he spoke to quickly.

"There. Brain matter is good as new," Kaz suddenly speak, seemingly over the fact that Nate left the hospital.

"His head is on backwards," Oliver plainly announced.

"Well, then he's better then new, he now has the pose to see his own butt," Kaz said.

"Oliver, Kaz, all is settle and argument," a goofy looking boy walked in, followed by annoyed looked girl.  "This snake looks poisonous, right?"

"Gus, there's nothing in there," Oliver had leaned  over to see the box.

"Uh-oh, this is terrible! Now we'll never be able to settle our argument," Gus complained

"Yeah, definitely not the fact that a possible poisonous snake is on the lose, but the fact you won't find out who's right!"  Nathaniel sarcastically replies.

Jordan tilted her head. "You look familiar."

"Nathaniel, I used to live here. But moved-" Nate was cut off as Gus moved forward.

"Nathaniel!!" Gus yelled, dropping the empty box. He pulled the other onto a hug.

"We weren't even aching an arguement," Jordan says. "He was taking to himself, and I was listening to a book on tape."

"I wonder why they stopped making Brain Matter comic books and movies," Kaz suddenly spoke. "There hasn't been one in years."

"Oh, no. I know that look." Oliver says. "You're gonna search obsessively for the answer to a totally unimportant question."

"Sometimes, when a hero disappears, no one notices," Nate shrugged, then realized what he said. "They aren't popular with the fans, so, writers just stop publishing them."

"Yeah, even if it means abandoning your school work, your friends, and your already shaky commitment to showering." Jordan gagged.

"Okay, 'A'; everybody's already tried to answer the important questions," he told Oliver, then turned to Jordan. "And B, I showed on Tuesday." A week ago Tuesday."

"I remember," Gus says. "You smelled great that day."

"Kaz, if you don't shower, I will fill a pool up with bubble soap, and drown you in it," Nate threatened.

"Excuse us for a moment," Oliver smiled as he pulled both Kaz and Nathan. "My dad just texted me 'where are you?'" He sighed. "Maybe I should just came clean and tell him about...the thing."

"You both just, love to be in danger, huh?" Nathan questioned. "Just tell him part of the truth."

"What part?" Oliver panicked.

"The part where you are hanging out with friends," Nathan slowly says, as if Oliver was being unreasonable.

"He doesn't like that I'm friend with Kaz!"

"Then say you're hanging out with me, you send him a picture, saying a few days ago, I moved back, and we bumped into each other at school."

"But-actually, that may work for a few days," Oliver says. Then pulled Nathan into a side-hug, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Oliver lifted his phone to take a photo.

"Okay, so, we have a few days to think of another excuse that would work," Nathan says.

Oliver sends the photo and text.

"Here's what you do," Kaz spoke up. "You make up an after-school activity. Something that sounds productive so he'll get off your case, but so boring, he won't ask for details."

"That's a good idea. Where's you come up with that?"

"Oh, in alibi club. Yeah, and if anybody asks...that's where I am right now."

"Oh! Oh! Do the LARP thing! It's for nerds and geeks, he'll believe it!" Nathan suggested.

Both Kaz and Oliver looks at him, offended.

"Help settle another argument. How may times a year does the average person go to the bathroom? I say six."

"I don't have to be friends with this guy, right?" Nathan asks. "I swear, he wasn't this weird before."
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The three had returned to Mighty Med, although Nathaniel has went and registered to enter the high school, filing papers. He has entered up, needing some parent or guardian signature. He was going to ask Tecton to sign it. And if the other couldn't, then he's ask Horace.

"Ugh, Oliver, you backpack stinks," Kaz gagged.

"I know. Stop putting your gym shoes in here," Oliver slammed the shoes on the desk.

"Don't do that. You'll infect the counter," Nathaniel says. "And go wash your hands."

"Where else am I gonna put them, in my backpack? They stink." Kaz told Oliver, picking them up and walking away.

"You know what else stinks? The advice you gave me." Oliver says.

"Oh, why? What happened?"

"Well, I know he doesn't like theater, so I told him I was in a play."

"Ah, what play?"

"That's what he said. And since I wasn't prepared for him to ask, I was like: 'um...um...um'. So, now  he thinks that's the title of the play."

Nathan raised an eyebrow. "What kind of play called 'um,um,um' possibly be about?"

"That's what he said. And since we're reading Frankenstein in English class, I told him it was about Frankenstein, but the monster says his name like; 'um...um.ummm"" Oliver, at the end, mimicked Frankenstein's voice.

"Frankenstein? That's so played out," Kaz says. "Why would a bunch of high school kids wanna go see that?"

"That's what he said."

"How does your father no like Kaz, if, apparently, they think so much alike?" Nathan questioned.

"So, I told him it was an updated version set in the White House."

"How does that make sense?" Nathaniel questioned.

"Oh, well, that actually sounds good. I'd like to see that," Kaz says.

"That's what he said! So on Friday, he wants to go to a play that does not exist!"

"Why did you give him a date so close? Why didn't you say, you were still setting it up? Like, getting some last decor and five yourself, at the very least, sometime in next month to get the whole thing planned?" Nathaniel questioned.

Oliver threw his hands into the air. "To late! What am I gonna do? He's gonna know I'm lying."

Kaz turned around. "Oliver, when you're caught in a lie there's really only one thing to do."

"Tell the truth?"

"No. Pile an even bigger lie on top of the first lie. Yeah, my brother taught me that."

At that, Nathan turns. He tilts his head, wondering is Kaz's parents ever dropped him on the head as a baby. Or, if, maybe it was all because not the amount of siblings Kaz had.

"The brother who's in jail?" Oliver questioned.

"You'll have to be more specific." Kaz tells him.

"Well, I really hate lying, but I can't tell my dad about Mighty Med," Oliver sighed.

"You technically can, it's just you'll both either be cubed or vaporized," Nathan spoke up.

Which cause for both Kaz and Oliver to turn.

"So, I guess I'll have to write and produce an entire school play by Friday, which means I can't work at Mighy Med, so my dad doesn't find out I work at Mighty Med."

"It's pretty funny when you think about it," Kaz says.

"No, it's not!"

"Well...it's pretty funny when I think about it."

"Look, Olly, I'll help you write the play, direct and cast, because it seemed you forgot that," Nathan swung an arm around Oliver's shoulders.
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Nathaniel had arrived later, decided he would meet them in the auditorium, after having gathered some things, that he believed Oliver would need for the play.

"I appreciate you guys helping me. Gus, here are the sandwiches you asked for, which were free and not 5.99 each," Oliver says. "because I work at a sandwich shop."

"Gross. I don't want these. There's mayo on them."  Gus complained.

"What? You carry around gallons of Mayo."

"Not to eat." Gus said, as if it was simply.

"I'm gonna go and send Megahurtz on him," Nathaniel whispers, right behind Oliver, who jumped, as he didn't know the other was there.

"Look, I have a problem with the script. There's a point where watching your friends fail is no longer delightful, and instead becomes just..fantastic!" Jordan laughed. "Oh, let me congratulate you on how truly awful this script is."

"Okay come on, it's can't be that bad," Nathaniel shook his head, taking the script and flipping it open.

"It doesn't have to be good. Just had to convince my father it's an actual play." Oliver replied. "Now, in the first scene I, president Frankenstein, being Gus, my hideous vice president creature to life. Now, I want the atmosphere to be scary."

"You want scary? Two words;" Gus spoke. "Use dry ice to make fog."

"It is scary that you think that's two words," Oliver replied.

"Oh my god, this is terrible!" Nathaniel says, having read the first few pages of the script.  "And what the hell Gus? Two words would be; dry ice. You have a whole sentence."

"I would rather fight my greatest enemy, ten times straight, than read this!" Nathaniel went back to making fun of the play.

"Like I said, it doesn't have to be good!" Oliver reasoned. "It just as to convince my Dad it's a real play."

"Why would the school out on such a terrible play?"

Oliver sighed, turning to Gus. "But, I would like dry ice."

"I know a guy," Gus spoke. "Let's call him 'Louie, who can get dry ice'."

"Everbody knows a guy who can get dry ice," Jordan speaks. "Anyone can do it.

"Nu-uh, I know a guy let's call him 'Ira, who can't get dry ice'. But since we need dry ice, I will not be calling Ira today."
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So, at the theater room, Nathaniel, had the unfortunate event, of having to stay and watch it. Which, it has been bad enough, when it was practice, but much worst with an audience.

The curtains opened, Oliver spun around in a chair, a forge menacing look in his face. "They called me 'mad' when I created a monster who would have tie-breaking vote in the senate." Oliver got up from his seat, walking over to the metal desk, holding Gus. "Now, before being one heartbeat away from the presidency,"

Jordan, who has crouched down, stood up, handing Oliver a set of defibrillators. Which, was actually two small brooms.

"I must give it a heartbeat!" Oliver began to rub the  two small sweepers together, only Gus sat up before it even touched him. Before he ran off

"Uh, my monster! I-its alive!" Oliver says, smiling nervously.

"Hey, aren't you friends with these guys?" a voice leaned over to Nathaniel.

Nate put on a look of confusion. "I've never met any of those people in my life. I just typically like threater."
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"Okay, so for my next improve, I'm an astronaut in a sporting goods store acting in the form of Shakespeare." Oliver begins.

"Oh, my, god, I can't watch this," Nate covered his eyes.

Oliver imitates the sound of a radio turning on. "Me thinks our jogging outfit beigh overpriced." another sound of the radio. "Roger that, Houston."

Nathaniel still wasn't looking, shaking his head in his hands.

"Jordan, help me out here!" Oliver says.

"Aee you kidding? You're doing horrible," the girl laughed. "Oh! Tears. Actual tears of joy."

Gus ran back into the stage, but, in a red suit. "I had to five my dad his suit back. But I got oke from my mom!"

"At last! My monster has returned!"

Kaz ran onto the stage. Making Nathaniel confused. Then the sound of a loud road made Kaz flinch, falling into Oliver.

Nathaniel quickly stood up, jumping onto the stage, when seeing the mysterious creature.

"He accidentally turned himself into a brain-eating monster," Kaz spoke.

"What on earth is going on?" Nate asked.

"Oh! Nate! Freeze him!" Kaz exclaimed.

"Do something!" Oliver ordered.

The monster flipped the desk.

"The only way to stop him is to freeze him," Kaz says, looking at Nate.

"I can't there's too many people!" Nate harshly whispered. "And I don't have anything to wipe their minds."

"We can push him into ghe dry ice." Oliver suggested. "And I think I know how to do it! The love of Brain Matter's life was his lab assistant the brilliant, but homely, Collen Mackenzie."

"Isn't he her superior? Isn't that-" Nathen began, stopping as he pulled Kaz and Olicer to the otherside, with his back momentarily facing the audience, he tilted his hand, as if to pull the cover from the monster's hand, but froze both the cover and his hand.

Brain matter yelled, getting angrier.

"He's been searching for her ever ainve she disappeared on the foggy night," Kaz informed.

"We need a Collen Mackenzie!" Oliver panicked.

"Jordan!" Kaz immediately says, as the girl laughs.

"Not homely enough." Oliver ends up saying, when seeing her reaction. "But Gus is! Gus, do stand by the coffin!"

Gus sighs. "If I had a dollar for every-time I heard that..." still he stands by the coffin.

"Oh, no. The monster has Jordan," Kaz states.

Brain Matter shakes Jordan. Who laughs. "This play just keeps getting worst and worst. This is the best day ever."

Nate shakes his head, grabbing the fog steamer, and sliding it across the floor, at the same time he shoots a wave of ice at Brain Matter's feet. Which, caused him to stumble, dropping Jordan.

"Hey, Brain Matter! Brain Matter! Look, look! Hey, it's Coleen. She's returned to you," Kaz points to Gus, who looks confused as the monster trashes, walking towards Gus.

Kaz, Oliver and Nate push Brain Matter into the coffin, closing the lid. They pressed it down, until, the banging stopped. Oliver peeked inside. "It worked!"

The three high-five, although Nate's hand was forced to go up, as Kaz grabbed it. The audience cheer, clapping. The five on he stage take a bow.

"So, does this money go to our school? He's totally my type," Jordan says.

"Um, he's older. Than all of us," Nate says.

"Oh, so, he's a senior?"

"Oh, yeah. Definitely a senior."
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