It was a normal day at Jerome Horwitz Elementary School. Harold met up with his friends and they talked and stuff.

Suddenly..

Krupp 🔊: *Clears throat* someone forced me to do this. I have no idea who, but-

Erica 🔊: It's me, Erica

Krupp 🔊: never mind that. Anyway, next week we're gonna have a Father-Child dance, for some reason. That's it. Now go back to class.

Serena: Sheets of paper!

George: Harold, what about you? Are you going to be ok?

Harold: Yes.... I think

Serena: Are you sure? My dad would probably be upset if not all of the students show up.

Harold: Let's just not talk about this right now...

George: We're sorry. We could give you some alone time if you want.

Harold: No, no, no. I'm fine.

The rest of the day was pretty odd. Harold didn't do pranks, didn't made funny noises, didn't made comics, nothing fun. George and Serena didn't do any, either. They felt they're not in the mood for anything fun if Harold wasn't joining. The teachers were confused. 'I know for a fact that this is a dream!'  Mr. Krupp was confused as well. He never saw them not smiling. He was worried and suspicious. So when school finished, he asked for his daughter in his office through the speakers