The day has finally come for the candidates to give their speeches and the voters to cast their ballots. The cafeteria has been temporarily rearranged to where there is a stout, yet smooth wood platform for the candidates to stand on backed up against the huge "Badgers Rule" poster, three chairs ranging from red to yellow, and a mic on it. The entire student body faces against them in the audience, patiently waiting to applaud or boo them. Max makes some last-minute bribes to the students by handing out towels.

Max: Vote for Zack. He'll wipe up the floor with Cody. Get it? Wipe up the floor? Towels?

She bends down and claps her hands once, chuckling to herself.

Bob and Zack sat on a couple of chairs on the stage, ready to make their statements.

Bob: But why don't you want to wipe me up? You don't think my candidacy is a threat to you?

Zack: I didn't know you were running.

Bob: Yeah... I was bored, and I decided to try something new.

Bob looked down at his shirt for a brief moment, showing him a derpy smile.

Bob: Oh, you want a button?

Zack: It's just a piece of paper.

Bob: Yeah, with tape, heh, Xander made them.

Zack: Ooh, is that where he was for the last few days? No wonder we couldn't find him anywhere at the hotel.

Bob: Yeah, after he spent time with Mr. Forgess and me, he went back to his home. Wherever that is.

Zack: Gotcha.

Zack stuck the paper button back on Bob's shirt on the opposite side, upside down. Meanwhile, London sprints into the cafeteria, wearing high heels and carrying a couple modest wood baskets, in cahoots with Max.

London: How are we doing?

Max: Great. But we're running out of towels.

London: No problem. I brought some mini shampoos and conditioners.

Max: Cool. We'll tell them to wash Cody right out of their hair. Get it?

London's smile fades, and they both speed-walk to the other side of the cafeteria, each carrying a basket, splitting up, and quickly bribing the voters again. London starts in the front row, and Maddie catches her in the act, walking in with her mouth open, appalled at her with her hands on her hips.

Maddie: So, still trying to bribe your way to victory?

London: Yeah, and it's still working. Where's your candidate?

Maddie: Oh, he'll be here, and he's gonna make your silly, little shampoos look like... silly... little shampoos!

After she scoffs at her and London walks by her, Maddie steals some of the tiny shampoo bottles and does the same thing a few times, leaving London slightly disgusted with her mouth wide open for stealing her thunder. Then Maddie makes her way to the right side of the cafeteria to observe the election from the sidelines. Agnes, the election moderator, takes the stage to kick off the event.

Agnes: Fellow students. The P.A. announcer couldn't be here today. Someone stole all his clothes. Whoo!

She giggles a little, leaving Bob and Zack baffled as to what she means. Zack even raised his hands in an "I don't know" position at Bob.

Agnes: So I'll be your impartial moderator. And when Zack's selected, your queen.

Maddie: Way to be impartial.

Agnes: Our first speaker is Bob.

Bob: Ok, please, please, please. Ok, that's enough. Hold the applause. Hold the applause.

He stands up and heads to the mic, trying to be charismatic, waving his hands around a few times, and the audience stays silent to the point where you can hear crickets chirping.

Bob: Hi, I'm Bob, and I'd like to be president because, well, it's not like I have anything else to do. My cable's out. Anyway, remember, a vote for Bob is a vote for Bob.

Bob's sister, who is sitting at a table on the left side of the cafeteria, stands up and applauds him several times.

Bob: Oh, thanks, sis. Ha, ha.

Bob's sister: That's my brother!

Bob decided to get serious for a moment and bent his head down at the mic slightly.

Bob: At this time, I'd like to formally withdraw from the race.

Only then did the audience cheer for him, and Bob took pride in taking in the only applause he'd get for this.

Bob: It was great speaking to you! *Sits down next to Zack and looks at him* I would've gotten sunburned in Hawaii anyway.

Agnes: Ladies and gentlemen, your best candidate. And my future king. All hail Zack Martin!

Maddie shook her head a little bit as the audience boomed with excitement and vigorously clapped their hands for him while they cheered him on. Zack held his hands in the air, answering to his people, and Agnes gave him a temporary hug.

Zack: Thank you! Thank you. *Whispers to Agnes* Thank-Thank you.

Agnes: *Whispers* You're welcome.

Zack: Now... usually, at this point, I would tell you what I would do as your president. Then, my opponent would do the same. But apparently... my opponent is too scared to show up. Oh, by the way, in order for you to make an informed decision, I thought you might want to see what Cody looks like... when he's afraid.

Zack steps off of the stage and yanks off a sheet covering an embarrassing photo of Cody lying on a salmon-colored couch wearing a blue onesie with red cars and a lot of "4X4's" on it, clutching Blankie, terrified of seeing something on TV.

Zack: Now, is that what you want from a president? No one ever said, when the going gets tough, the tough grab Blankie. Just remember, Cody Martin, wrong for 8th grade. Wrong for America.

Arwin: Says who?

Arwin rushes in with roller skates on with a tiny ukulele in his hands. He quickly asks London, Max, and Agnes to stop him from rolling further. After that, he awkwardly strums his ukulele a few times, making tiny strums that not even people in the front row will be able to hear, and briefly forms a rock and roll hand symbol.

Arwin: Rock on. Ok, ladies and gentlemen, students of all ages. Young voters, I present to you your next president. A man with his feet planted firmly on the ground. Cody Martin!

With a jetpack strapped on, Cody soars in and immediately dazzles the crowd, with a few "woahs" coming from them. He then ascends through the air, directly above the stage, and Maddie and Arwin, along with the crowd, begin chanting Cody's name. However, when Cody waves at them, he lost control of the jetpack and bashes himself on the walls several times, making posters fall down on the ground. He ended up crashing down in the corner behind his embarrassing photo as it tipped over on the table.

Back in the cafeteria, as the audience laughs at his failure, Arwin tries to reassure Cody the only way he knows how to as Cody stands up to take off his helmet and jetpack.

Arwin: Well, at least you were wearing your helmet and, uh... *Whispers* padded underwear.

Meanwhile, at the school entrance, Henry turned on his voice recorder and snuck through the corridors all the way to the cafeteria, hoping not to appear suspicious and be caught. After completing his stealth mission, he hangs out on the opposite side of the stage, with only the yellow wall separating them.

In the cafeteria, Cody gets up on stage and readjusts his hair before speaking while Bob sits in the front of the audience.

Cody: Well... now that I have your attention with that exciting entrance, I'd like to focus on what really matters.

Max: The look on your face when you hit the wall?

The audience chuckles alongside her, while London chuckles silently.

Cody: No... *Smiles* the issues! Starting with academics.

The audience gave Cody a bunch of boos by pointing their thumbs down and shaking their heads at him. Max gives a slight smirk on her face and puts her hands on her hips with some sass.

Cody: For example, if you get a bad grade on an assignment, you should get another chance.

Henry: Yeah, right, Xander already gets that privilege. He usually gets A's anyways, so there is no need to, and if he doesn't, I'll talk to the teacher of that class to extend his time with it.

Zack: Oh, that's just... not a bad idea, actually.

Zack sneers at him at first but then turns to Agnes with an epiphany in his voice. However, Bob continues being Mr. Comedian and eggs on the audience.

Bob: And if we get nervous during a test, can we all bring our blankies?

The audience instantly joins Bob in laughing again, and Zack darts his eyes at the ground for a brief moment with a frown.

Henry's eyebrows lower as he wonders what Bob is talking about.

Maddie: I can't watch this.

London: That's ok. I'll show it to you later.

London takes out a silver, moderate-sized camera from her purse and squeezes herself into the audience to record Cody. Maddie stays in place.

Cody: And we should let local restaurants open up food stands at lunch so we can have more variety.

Henry: Heh, Xander and variety do not go together at all.

Zack casts another look over Agnes again, and then she looks at Cody, doing the same thing Bob is doing with the audience.

Zack: I'd go for a taco stand.

Agnes: Yeah. Everyone can wear their feety pajamas, too!

Cody: I'm a fan of the feety pajamas because they're warm. You know, most of your body heat escapes from your head and your feet.

Bob: Well, I want to escape from this speech.

The audience roars with laughter, and then they all throw the towels Max gave them at Cody, who ducks for cover.

Max: Cody, throw in the towel. Get it? Towel? Throwing?

Max says this to Maddie, but she's not having it.

Cody: And at the end of the day-

Max: We can grab our blankie and go nite-nite?

She says this with a babyish tone. Then Zack decides that enough is enough and defends Cody.

Zack: Hey! Quit picking on him!

Max: You've been picking on him all week.

Zack: That's because he's my brother. It's my job. You've gotta give him a chance. *To Cody* Get out of my way.

Zack shoves Cody out of the way and adjusts the mic a little bit as Cody grabs his left arm to mend it.

Zack: Look, Cody actually has some great ideas. I got nothing.

Bob: What about ice cream and skate parks?

The audience responds with a bellowing "yeah?!"

Zack: Like that'll happen. What, do you still believe in the tooth fairy? You people would be lucky to have Cody as your president. Vote for Cody, or don't vote, because I'm withdrawing from the race.

Cody turns to him with his mouth open, and Henry's eyes widen while leaning forward slightly, both astounded by Zack's action.

Henry: Does this mean no nude models?

Bob: Zack's right. Let's not vote.

The audience agrees with Bob.

Zack: Ok. That's not what I meant. Vote, but vote for Cody.

Arwin skated onto the stage from the right side, almost doing the splits and falling over.

Arwin: Well, I, for one, am... voting for Cody.

Max: You don't go to school here.

Arwin: Oh. Well, if I went to school here, I'd vote for Cody.

Zack: Come on. Say it with me.

After Zack says Cody's name one time, waving his fist around in the air, the audience mimics him, and they all chant Cody's name. London stands up, frustrated, says "None of you are getting shower caps!" and dashes out of the cafeteria as quick as her shiny pink high heels will take her. Completely oblivious to Henry as she walked by him. Henry had already prepared an excuse for her but found out he didn't need to say it.

Henry: Alright, I've heard enough.

Henry turns off the voice recorder as soon as he gets into his truck and turns it back on to make another recording when he approaches the front door of his house.

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🕶️: ❌
💭: None
😰: 0%

Xander figured because of the boys being at the election, he could just go straight home, do his homework, and just relax for the rest of the day. Or he can make his I-friends stronger by gaining knowledge about them from either the TV shows or games that they come from, despite a couple of them being "maxed out" already.

As soon as he finished his assignment at around 4pm, he heard the front door open, which made Xander turn his head to his bedroom door and walk out to the living room area to see Henry home with a devilish smile on his face.

😰: ⬆️ 10%

Henry: Hello, Xander.

Xander: ... You're home very early.

Henry: I know, I just... realized that I need a break for the rest of the day, is all.

They stand there for a couple of seconds as Henry takes off his shoes and holds them.

Henry: Hey, I need to talk to you in the kitchen for a few minutes, ok?

😰: ⬆️ 35%

Xander's eyes shriveled up, and he got a move on and sat in the glossy wooden chair that he always sits in, heart pounding with the jitters. After a couple of minutes, Henry comes in, still in his professional desk job clothes, and sits on the opposite side of Xander like he usually does. To Xander, this feels like after a police officer has brought in a criminal for some questioning, but Xander doesn't have the right to remain silent.

Henry: So, you do know that the election happened earlier at school today, right?

Xander: ... I do.

Henry: And do you know who won?

Xander: ... I don't.

Henry: I heard that Cody won.

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Henry stood up and walked around the doorway, hands behind his back like a military general, while Xander remained frozen in place, his mind striving to dissociate from reality.

Xander: ... W-What's going to happen?

Henry: The original plan was transferring you to a different school, but no other middle school will... take you in.

Xander: ... What does that mean?

Henry: *Sigh* It means that you don't need to transfer.

Xander made a deep sigh of relief and slumped back in the chair.

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Xander: ... Wait, how do you know that he won?

Henry smirked at him and turned his back to him and said "Oh, I have my sources," before leaving out of the kitchen.

Henry: Yeah, me. I'm the only source I need. I can't trust anybody around here.