incredible.

jack jack parr powers incoming

[hopefullyincredible-jackjack]

Cut Class, Not Frogs! || F.R.O.G + Drakken

justkeepdancing-nemo:

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@justkeepdancing-nemo @hopefullyincredible-jackjack

Drakken, on principle, didn’t want to be seen agreeing with some teenager who had not only interrupted his class and accused him of things, but was not wasting his time, too. But he did. Agree, that is, that dissection was gross. He didn’t like it, never had and knew he never would. It’s why he only liked medical dramas for the drama and spent the rest of it skipping passed the medical parts. 

“Look, lads, I understand what you’re trying to do and I can tell that your hearts are in the right place,” Mr. Yamashiro said, taking a few more steps forward until he was standing at a suitable distance for a conversation. “I appreciate it, really, it’s admirable, but just because you two have a problem with dissection doesn’t mean the majority of the student body does.”

It was clear that he was going to shoot the kids down, whether they made good points or not. While he would have revealed in their absolute failure, Drakken also wanted more of a fight and seeing as they had said he was the adult with some power here, he should probably use it. 

“So, what you’re saying is, they should organize more,” Drakken said, getting a confused look from Mr. Yamashiro. “You know, see what everyone else feels. People who’ve done it in the past, too, just to see if it helped them or if it was a waste of time.” 

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“That’s not–” Nemo started to protest, but Dr. Drakken talked right over him. Nemo’s gaze jumped to him. He expected to be super annoyed– for Dr. Drakken to have said somethin’ dismissive like okay, thanks for listening, we’ll be marching these two weirdos off to detention now… but he didn’t. 

He stood up for them again. Kinda. Because what Nemo was gonna say was that he definitely knew other people didn’t like the dissections. Sure, maybe they disliked them for worse-off reasons not totally tied to frog right violations. But was it so wrong to find that kind of stuff gross? Hurting innocent life for the sake of dumb science was gross! 

And so Nemo knew that he could get more people on his side. 

Maybe, just maybe, Dr. Drakken could help them do it. 

“We can do that,” said Nemo quickly. “I can write a whole petition like the people in town do and get everyone in my year to sign it.”

“No wait just a minute–” started Mr. Yamashiro.

“It’s a great idea! And Dr. Drakken as the new totally official F.R.O.G advisor will help us! Right, JJ?” 

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@dr-drckken

Huh. Maybe JJ had been wrong Drakken. Was he trying to help them?

Look, Jack Jack just... really hadn't been expecting a teacher to help them. He hadn't thought they'd get this far, so he'd been on the defensive, but he really thought he'd misjudged Dr. Drakken, actually. He wasn't being sarcastic at all! He was being helpful! Whether it was because he really did, deep down, care about the frogs, or whether it was just because he wanted to mess with Mr. Yamashiro, JJ honestly didn't care, if it was gonna help them.

"Right!" Jack Jack chirped, looking from Nemo to the two teachers with a bright smile. "We'll do all the leg work that needs doing — we'll take, like, what? A week? Maybe two weeks to get the petition together and get the signatures and—" He turned to Nemo now, getting distracted in the planning, "We could even talk to some ex-swynlake secondary people, get their opinions," he turned back to the teachers, now, brightening again, "but then we can having another meeting!" He ignored Mr. Yamashiro's very tired expression, barrelling forward. "And we'll consult Dr. D on the reg, to make sure we're doing everything nice and official."

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[hopefullyincredible-jackjack]

No my backpack isn’t barking || Super siblings

un-incredibleviolet​:

Dash’s eyes widened in tandem with a shocked expression that bordered on what would be considered comical at such an unexpected encounter, dropping the backpack to one side without much ceremony as the little animal keep wagging its tail with excitement. A feeling that now was starting to be present in the face of him as he practically run to meet his brother of him and the new member of the family. Not bothered by the unusual event, not worried for the possible reaction that both parents would show when they come home and see a new ‘sibling’ who, luckily, would be able to stay. What a surprise!

“Hey there little dude! Welcome to the family! Who’s a good boy?” Hand reached forward to pet the fur while the baby talk was held and he giggled when Gazpacho seemed as excited as he was as a generous scratch was offered under said animal’s chin. No idea of ​​how Jack Jack had manage to get the dog without attracting attention, but god, the guts that one need to go behind Bob and Helen’s back. Thumbs up to show approval, nodding towards the youngest of the boys as if it showed that Dash was on his side as a new, curious smile was displayed. “So, Gazpacho Parr … Has a good ring! Don’t you guys agree? Wait, what is a Gazpacho?”

Perhaps that should have been the first question, followed by others such as where the animal came from, how JJ had acquired it and what was going to happen now. Nope, Dash’s not the responsible older sibling, he’s the fun one who doesn’t care about details as long everything is cool.

“Look at that face, who can say that he no to that sweetness? You did a good job bro. Does he have one of those little dog houses or toys to play with?” If not, Dash won’t have any problems to offer some tennis balls or even frisbees a as welcome gift. Head turned to Violet, gesturing for her to approach with a playfull gleam in the eyes upon realizing that the voice of reason would probably soon be noticed. Who knows? He just shrugged, the Parr house would be much more lively with a new member on the team. “I’m surely that everything’s going to be cool but … guess we should stick around when ma and pa decide to get back. Whatcha do you think, my dear older sister that surely love that little furball and her awesome-yet adorable little brothers to take the risk?” @un-incredibleviolet​ @hopefullyincredible-jackjack​

Violet stood there slack-jawed as her brothers fawned over the puppy. The big sister in her said holy hell, Mom and Dad will kill you dead; but the animal lover in her said PUPPY in all caps.

“I think it’s a soup? But a cold one.” Violet said. “But that’s not the point. The point is how cute you are! Yes you are, yes you are!”

She gave the puppy some live before looking at JJ and saying, “You’re so dead, dude.”

@hopefullyincredible-jackjack @fastest-parr-dash

"It is in fact cold soup." Jack Jack agreed with his sister,. He had never tried Gazpacho, for the record, he just thought it was a funny word, and Pacha was a funny kinda dog, so it seemed to suit him pretty well.

The puppy was, of course, immensely enjoying all of the attention. He jumped up, tail wagging furiously, first trying to lick Dash's face, and then Violet's when she got closer. Jack Jack watched him, chuckling when he fell over his own feet, waggling his whole butt as his tail wagged.

He looked at Violet after a moment, but he didn't look worried. JJ wasn't worried in the slightest about how their parents were going to react to this, as it happened, because he knew their parents wouldn't send a poor little puppy out into the cold, not when JJ had prepared for pretty much every eventuality. He had beds and toys and food and leashes and all kinds of things; he'd read an article about caring for a puppy and bought pretty much everything on the list with his allowance. He was being responsible... for a change.

Still. They were gonna kill him.

"Oh, I know," JJ nodded, looking back down at Gazpacho as he began to chase his own stubby little tail. "But I'm hoping they'll think it'll like... teach me responsibility, or something. That's how I'm gonna sell it  to 'em anyway."

He had a pitch, of course, but he would save that for Helen and Bob. "Here," He said, pulling a ball out of his backpack and handing it to Dash. "He likes to chase this, he trips over himself a lot trying to get it, though."

@fastest-parr-dash​ @un-incredibleviolet​

[hopefullyincredible-jackjack]

Cut Class, Not Frogs! || F.R.O.G + Drakken

justkeepdancing-nemo:

dr-drckken:

Now this he could enjoy! Now that he was not on the receiving end of the argument he was very pleased with the situation. It had also gotten him away from all the corpses in his classroom and given him an excuse to escape the students, too. He paused, wondering if it would be a problem that he had left his class of teenagers armed with scalpels behind. After a moment he dismissed the thought. They’d be fine and if they weren’t, that was on them not him. 

Drakken frowned deeply at the pair. Just minutes ago they had been full of fire and pulling argument after argument from their back pockets, as stupid as they were. Why were they choking now? 

Mr. Yamashiro didn’t seem very convinced, judging by his tired looking expression. He was probably gearing up to say the same thing Drakken had told them. That he had no control over the lesson plans, that they were barking up the wrong tree, but Drakken knew that was a lie. And while he had no intention on sticking around for another year for another round of dissection, he didn’t like dissection either. 

So, how did he get that fire started under them again? Provoke them of course.

“They were telling me that,” he nodded. “It’s almost like this sort of thing has never been discussed before among the department. I think it’s good of these two students to bring it up to us, the teachers who will have to deal with the outcome.” 

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Nemo believed in this idea, okay. What was the point of having fancy computers and stuff if they didn’t use them for things like this? Besides, it really would save a lot of money and time and space when it came to storing frozen frogs (ugh, it made him want to shudder, just thinking about those poor thing). It was just hard to sound as confident as he felt with this strange teacher giving him the stink eye and Dr. Drakken looming behind him… Nemo not totally sure if he was on their side after all.

Then Dr. Drakken chimed in. I think it’s good of these two students to bring it up to us.

It was? Oh–yeah, it was! See! An adult believed in them! 

Nemo glanced at JJ, and he smiled again, feeling his confidence surge back into its proper place. He was doing this for those poor frogs, after all. They couldn’t speak up for themselves, so Nemo needed to give them a voice that was strong and righteous!

“It’s not super expensive– and in the long run, it will save the department money!” said Nemo, lifting his chin. “You can purchase different subscription packages, like a three-year subscription. And it isn’t just frogs, you know. Those computer programs also have other modules and stuff, and you can even add on ones, so really it– it makes teaching anatomy more flexible. Each teacher could even come up with their own custom lesson plan, if they wanted.” 

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@dr-drckken 

Nemo looked pleased, but JJ looked at Dr. Drakken with narrowed eyes. Was he being sarcastic? Did he sound like he had a tone? Jack Jack hated shit like that, for the record. Just say what you meant to say!

Though Drakken had said what he wanted to say several times outside of his classroom, and the two young students hadn't exactly listened.... Not that Jack Jack thought that they should listen. They had a point to get across! They had voiced and they wanted to be heard and they wanted to make changes, and all that stuff! And wasn't the right to protest, like, a human right or something? Maybe he was remembering that wrong...

Mr. Yamashiro was still looking at them kinda... what was the word. Daindisfully. No— disdainfully. Like he wanted to get the two students out of the room so that he could go back to ordering more test tubes and whiteboard markers, or whatever it was that the Head of Science had to do.

It got JJ's back up a bit, if he was being honest.

"I get it, sir— you guys probably don't have a lot of money. I mean no offence, just given from like, the age of those bunsen burners— but like my good friend here says, you can use it for way more stuff, not just frogs. All those pigs or whatever else you gotta use, you can forget about those. And don't you guys find these things gross? Because like, personally, I love frogs, but I think the inside of a frog is gross. I couldn't stand in a classroom looking at the inside of a bunch of real-life frogs for like six different classes, and with the computer program, you don't have to! Dr. Drakken, sir, you gotta admit that frog guts are gross. Wouldn't not having to handle them like, all the time make your life as a science teacher even mildly easier?"

Okay, this was a risk. But JJ defied anyone to admit that it wasn't gross.

@dr-drckken​ @justkeepdancing-nemo​

[hopefullyincredible-jackjack]

Cut Class, Not Frogs! || F.R.O.G + Drakken

justkeepdancing-nemo​:

dr-drckken:

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@justkeepdancing-nemo @hopefullyincredible-jackjack

Drakken sighed, shoulders falling as he was forced to stop while they had their little pow-wow that could have happened while they were still walking. He waited impatiently as the two went back and forth. With a pair like this leading the helm more frogs would die of boredom than they did by biology lessons. 

On the bright side his head and stomach were starting to feel better now that he wasn’t breathing in all those chemicals and was away from the sight of all the dissections taking place. 

Finally the two protesters came to a conclusion that, again, could have happened on the hop (hA). 

“Alright, Mr. Yamashiro here we come,” he said, turning back the direction he had started off on. It didn’t take very long since they were all on the same stretch of the hall. Drakken didn’t bother knocking before he threw open the door to the classroom. 

It was the head of the department’s off period so he was alone in the room, so he merely looked up, surprised, from his computer monitor. “Dr. Drakken? What’re you-?” 

“Sorry to interrupt.” No he wasn’t. “But I’ve got two students here that would like to discuss something with you.” 

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This was awesome. Or, in pixie-speak, sparkly. Nemo had never actually had a teacher on his side for anything. His secondary school career so far had been very much Nemo versus authority– even when he was trying to be good and all. Somehow he still got wrapped up and sent to detention, whether it was because of that time he argued with Robbie in class or because of Phineas’s bathroom rave or… him trying to break up a fight and getting nailed in the nose instead. 

For once, he wasn’t going to talk to a teacher as a troublemaker. Sure, he’d been a troublemaker to Dr. Drakken, but now he was teacher-approved!

He’d never come this far, so as he stepped into Mr. Yamashiro’s office, the nerves buzzed back. Nemo gulped a little, flashing a look at JJ.

At least he had a mate. 

“Um, yeah, we– we’re F.R.O.G, the Frog Rights Organization,” Nemo began. “And we uh, we want to– encourage Swynlake Secondary to rethink the way they handle dissections in class. We totally understand the importance of like, learning anatomy and stuff, but we think the treatment of frogs is cruel and um, there are alternatives these days that are more animal-friendly, and– JJ, tell him about the computer programs,” he blurted as he spontaneously ran into a wall of his own self-consciousness. 

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@dr-drckken​

At least he and Nemo had that in common: it was usually Jack Jack vs The Faculty too. But Jack Jack liked to think it mostly wasn't his fault, it was just the teacher's liked everyone to "stay on task" and "not be disruptive" and he just... struggled with that, sometimes. His mind would wander, usually because he was bored, and then he'd end up doing something he shouldn't, and then he'd find himself in detention. Again.

So it was probably no surprise that the head of the science department looked ever-so-slightly alarmed when they all trooped in, but they were here on important business! JJ did his best to look respectable, but he was honestly very glad that Nemo was the one talking, and not him. It was a strong start, though to be honest, JJ still couldn't see the point of learning frog anatomy.

Now wasn't the time to be debating it though. He shared a look with Nemo when his colleague handed off to him, and he stammered a little, nodding, "Right, right, the computer programs! They're like... digital frogs." He explained. "Rather than, y'know. Real ones. So no frogs are harmed, and no students are grossed out, and no one has to take care of the frogs, 'cause they're virtual, so that'd be one less thing to worry about, right?" He paused, hoping that that had been the right angle to go for. "...Anyway, um. Computer programs are better 'cause there's no, like, wasteful and meaningless death of innocent frogs, and once you own it, everyone can use it! It's eco-friendly. And it would be a lot easier for teachers than a bunch of frogs, like we were saying to Dr. Drakken."

[hopefullyincredible-jackjack]

No my backpack isn’t barking || Super siblings

@fastest-parr-dash @un-incredibleviolet

Jack Jack had a puppy!

Little Gazpacho had been home for approximately an hour now; JJ was the only one home, so he’d given the puppy the grand tour, explaining that he would most likely eat in the kitchen (where JJ had already set up his little food and water bowls by the back door), and he probably wouldn’t be allowed on the couch in the living room (but JJ would help him up there anyway), and he could sleep on JJ’s bed any time he wanted to. 

He wasn’t expecting his parents back until late, after they both finished work, so when he heard keys in the door and the living room was still covered in Gazpacho’s toys (and fur, boy this dog could shed), JJ kinda panicked. Not for long, though. He froze for a second, staring out of the living room door, before he remembered that this had been a carefully laid plan. He had an answer for every question they could possibly ask; no way was he going to have to give Pacha up (though he was probably going to get into a lot of trouble...).

When he looked up and saw his siblings, though, Jack Jack relaxed again, picking Pacha up as he stood up. “Oh, it’s you guys.” He said, the puppy giving an excited yip!, his tail starting to wag. “This is Gazpacho! I picked him up this morning. Isn’t he cute?”

[hopefullyincredible-jackjack]

Cut Class, Not Frogs! || F.R.O.G + Drakken

justkeepdancing-nemo:

dr-drckken:

Gah! He wanted to reach up and start pulling at his hair. Why did everyone do this! All his life his words would be taken from his own mouth and twisted to fit someone else’s agenda. Just like these two, he’d had plenty of trouble with getting adults to listen to what he had to say. None of his peers had wanted to hear him or of his ideas, and if they did it was to benefit themselves. Now look! Even as an adult a pair of teenagers were trying to use them to their own benefit! 

“Why do I even bother?” he grumbled to himself, bringing a hand up to rub at his eye in annoyance. It took him a few moments to get his anger bottled back up, a few stray noises making their way out between gritted teeth.

“Fine!” he about yelled, throwing his hands up. “Fine! But when I tell you they aren’t going to listen to me I mean it, so don’t think you’ve gotten anything done here. For yourselves or the frogs. This whole display is weak at best and your arguments need to be polished.” 

Drakken sighed, then motioned for them to follow. “Come on, we’re taking care of this now. Who do you want to talk to? The principal? Science department leader? What?” 

.

The teacher agreed! 

Once again, Nemo’s eyes widened and he glanced quickly toward JJ. Okay, he never imagined they would succeed, honestly. Maybe just cuz Nemo was so used to adults never listening to him, whether his fast-flying teacher or even the scout supervisors. They just shoved him toward Appa, like he was a problem to be dealt with instead of actually trying to understand any of his complaints or opinions.

So um, he didn’t know…? They didn’t talk about what would happen if they got this far. 

“Oh uh! Just– one moment, I gotta sidebar with my colleague,” said Nemo.

He grabbed JJ’s arm. 

“What do you think?” he hissed. “Should we just go straight to Headmaster Prickly? It’s better to go straight to the top, right?” Or maybe it wasn’t, and they should get the entire department on board or something because then the headmaster would have no choice…?

Wow, he should have paid more attention in some of those SSIC meetings. Politics were hard. 

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@dr-drckken

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Sidebarring with his colleague! How official did that sound? Jack Jack felt like a lawyer or something, trying to land the case to protect the frogs and—

Oh, fuck. He totally hadn't been listening.

Jack Jack's brain took a second to catch up with him. Headmaster Prickly. Going to the top. Jack Jack was admittedly not the best when it came to politics and stuff, but what he did know was that the principal was not gonna be happy with seeing a teacher and JJ in the office. A teacher + Jack Jack Parr usually meant that JJ had done something wrong and needed a talking to, and y'know, what was that scientist guy, with the dogs? Pavlova? Whoever he was, didn't matter, JJ and a teacher showing up would be like ringing the bell, and all their hard work would be over with.

"Start small," JJ hissed, nodding to Nemo. "Show 'em we're serious. That we're not like, making a big fuss, y'know?"

Jack Jack straightened up, and cleared his throat. "We want to speak to the department head." He nodded. "And then we can all go to the principal together."

@dr-drckken​ @justkeepdancing-nemo​

[hopefullyincredible-jackjack]

One boy and his puppy || Thack Thack

@prince--thomas

JJ was gonna get a puppy.

Did his parents know about this puppy? ...No. But then, that was all part of the plan. You see, Jack Jack knew that deep down, probably way deep down, his parents were all gooey and soft-centred like one one of the caramels JJ always stole out of any box of chocolates that was brought into the house. They would look into the deep dark eyes of his new little puppy and they wouldn’t be able to say no! 

(Well. They maybe could. But JJ could hit back with all that but he doesn’t have anywhere else to go! or create a story about finding him abandoned at a bus stop, or something, because sprinkling a little guilt into your lies never hurt anyone.)

But outside of that caramel centre was the hard chocolate shell that he had to crack. If Jack Jack asked for a puppy, the answer would be no, and then when he brought the puppy home, he’d be directly disobeying his parents, and he wouldn’t have a leg to stand on. The best he could do was beg forgiveness, not permission — and so he was stood on Tom’s doorstep with a bag containing anything you could possibly ever need for a puppy (JJ had, for once, done his research), practically vibrating as he waited for the door to open.

“Hey!” He smiled, when the door was answered after what felt like at least two years, not the thirty seconds or so it really took. “I’m here to pick up Gazpacho!” 

[kirmizifransizguluu]

pure boi

[hopefullyincredible-jackjack]

Just call me Sir Galahad || Soju

@princess-su

Look, JJ knew that Su was not some kind of encyclopaedia of magick knowledge, but she was the only one who knew about him, which made speaking to her like way easier, and she had this very wise vibe to her that led JJ to go to her when he had something... weird to discuss.

And he very much had something weird to discuss right now, because he had found a... thing. 

It was a cup. There was probably a fancier word for it than that, but he had found a cup, and it looked super old but it was still really shiny, and it had jewels all over it. To be honest, Jack Jack thought that it must be some kind of prop or something, a piece of junk brought into the forest by some teenagers pretending to be royalty for a short film, or something. He could’ve thought about what exactly it was doing in the forest all day, but then he’d picked the thing up and it had been super heavy. If it was a prop, it would be cheap, and if it was cheap, it wouldn’t be heavy.

But holding it gave him a weird feeling. He couldn’t stop looking at it. He had to fight the urge to bring it closer, to take a sip, because JJ kinda hated the forest (he was only out there because it seemed to be a good idea to practice the flame on-flame off thing next to a large body of water, and he couldn’t exactly do it by the lake, could he?) and he definitely didn’t want to drink out of something he’d just found in the dirt...

But he couldn’t just leave it there. Hence why he was meeting up with Su, next to the lake, in a secluded spot. He was antsy, holding his backpack like it was about to grow legs or spontaneously combust or something. When Su arrived he leapt forward a few steps to meet her. “Hi,” He greeted, pulling the backpack open and thrusting it at her. “What the hell is this?”

[hopefullyincredible-jackjack]

Cut Class, Not Frogs! || F.R.O.G + Drakken

justkeepdancing-nemo:

dr-drckken:

“How many times do I have to say it isn’t about learning a frog’s anatomy before you actually hear what I am saying? And you expect me to believe any of you will be more engaged with a computer program when you don’t even care to listen to me,” he said with a large frown. 

Drakken sighed, loud and dramatic, because why were they asking for his opinion when they just did not care about it? It was like talking to a brick wall but worse since the wall could talk back with its bad arguments. He drew a hand to cover his mouth as his annoyance bubbled up, wanting to do as it always did and use words as his weapon. 

But he couldn’t be seen yelling at two children. That would cost him his job and reputation at this school that he had only just began at. The little punks, it was like they had picked him specifically to get him fired. And for what? He scrubbed at his mouth and settled himself back down. 

“I don’t like it any more than you do, though not for the reasons you’re trying to get across here because those are just…well anyway, the point is my hands are tied. So all this is useless for your cause,” Drakken told them, motioning to their signs. “I’m only a teacher who does what the administration wants of me. And I’m new, so, I wasn’t there when or if they discussed this. So. I don’t know, take it up with someone who has pull.” 

@justkeepdancing-nemo @hopefullyincredible-jackjack

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Nemo might have started throwing a fit again– chanting, poster hoistering, the whole thing– if it weren’t for one thing that Dr. Drakken said. 

I don’t like  it any more than you do.

Nemo’s eyes brightened and his eyebrows shot up. There! A weakness! Okay, they could totally work with this. If Dr. Drakken was just a heartless frog racist like so many other teachers in this school, he’d probably be forced to once again break into the school and free them using his and JJ’s combined efforts. But if he was even a little bit on their side, even if he had his own reasons…

“We tried that last year, they didn’t listen!” Nemo exclaimed, but now he was smiling. He stepped forward toward the teacher eagerly. “But if you–if you really mean that, that you don’t like it? You could help us. They’ll listen if we have a teacher who is willing to change their lesson plans! Maybe you don’t wanna go the computer route, that’s fine, but–please? If you don’t like it, you DO have power! More than us at least!” 

@hopefullyincredible-jackjack

@dr-drckken

Okay, okay, new angle: get the teacher on their side and then he could go and talk tot he higher ups who never listened to them!

It was a very good idea. Jack Jack brightened just like Nemo did, only it took him a moment or two to catch up to what was going on. And he was sort of doubtful that the teacher would go for it out of the goodness of his heart, because JJ was getting the impression that this new guy? He was kind of an asshole.

(Most teachers were. JJ moved on.)

But being the Annoying Younger Sibling of his family meant that JJ knew exactly what angle to play here: the do what we're asking and we'll leave you alone. How often had he bugged Dash into getting him a drink from the kitchen, or prodded Violet into passing him the tv remote because he couldn't be bothered to get up? Jack Jack wasn't good at many things, but he was super good at being annoying as all hell. It was an artform, for him.

"...And if you talk to the administration for us, we'll stop campaigning outside of your door." At no point did he promise not to campaign at all, just not, specifically, outside of Drakken's door. "If you could get us, like, time to plead our case with whoever's the biggest cheese, we'd get out of your hair. But otherwise... well, me and my colleague here really do like this spot. It's near the heating vent, it's got a lot of exposure... we could just set up camp."

@dr-drckken​ @justkeepdancing-nemo​

[hopefullyincredible-jackjack]

Cut Class, Not Frogs! || F.R.O.G + Drakken

justkeepdancing-nemo:

dr-drckken:

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“The lengths you go to research up about the frogs and their ecosystems and yet didn’t even bother to do any on the very act your protesting?” he scoffed and shook his head in disappointment. 

“Do you honestly think people are going out into the wild in order to catch frogs anymore? No! They breed them specifically for this! They are housed and contained in buildings where they live their lives until they are killed and sent out. If you wanted to talk about the impact on the environment try talking about the chemicals they use to preserve the bodies instead.”

His attention turned to the other one then, eyes narrowing. “As for you, if you’re going to make a point can the lip before people think you’re serious. We are not teaching you to become a frog surgeon, it’s teaching anatomy! And systems and the way the natural world works. You think you could learn that through a computer screen? When everyone’s eyes would no doubt glaze over or would click to another tab to watch some silly video about a celebrity that no one will care about in three years?

“I’m not going to sugar coat it to either of you. Cutting into a body of a dead animal isn’t pretty, and it shouldn’t be. That’s the point! If you don’t want to participate have your parents sign a note or whatever to get you out of it. You don’t have to take away the opportunity from someone else to do it safely and under super vision! Otherwise they will go out and take the ones out of this ecosystem you’re so up in arms about.” 

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“That’s even worse!” Nemo exclaimed.

How could this teacher think that was okay?! To be raised in captivity, to be raised for the slaughter?! The poor tadpoles weren’t even getting the chance to experience life as a frog, not really. Nemo shivered at the thought, and he couldn’t help but think back on the worst times in fairy history… back when people used to go out and kidnap fairies and do dissections on them. Pin their wings, trap them in glass like butterflies and moths. 

It had been a really long time since that was deemed illegal but that didn’t matter, not when it had been part of Nemo’s own history, as well as the horror stories that his appa would tell him. Was it any wonder why Nemo thought dissection was unethical and cruel?

“No creature should be raised for the slaughter like that. You know– I bet that’s even a waste of human resources too,” he argued. He actually had no idea what it might cost, but it did kind of make sense. “I mean, all the housing and equipment and stuff! It’s probably way cheaper to buy a computer program that you can use over and over again for different classes. And it’s still the same information, even if you–” he glared “–think it’s more boring. That seems like a teacher’s problem to me. It’s your job to make that stuff interesting, and not at the expense of some poor animal’s life.” 

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Yeesh. Breeding frogs just to send them to their doom in biology classes around the world? That definitely, 100% sounded worse. At least frogs that had been outside and then frog-napped had had a chance to like, sit in a little puddle and eat bugs and stuff. Do frog things. Live a little frog life. Even if it was cut short.

Jack Jack looked at Nemo, again glancing out of the corners of his eyes. Was Nemo getting angry? Could he get angry? He didn't seem like the angry type. He just seemed too nice, that was all, but JJ could see it. He was really upset by this. And Jack Jack would probably only make it worse, but Nemo was his friend, so if Nemo was getting angry, then JJ was going to get angry too.

"And are you really trying to justify the senseless killing of frogs by saying that their only purpose in life is to be hacked up by a teenager who can barely shave their own face?" He asked, folding his arms over his chest. "And if you're so worried about the students being engaged, or whatever, don't you think a computer program would be better for that? 'Cause I know for a fact that there's a bunch of students who would rather not learn about frog anatomy at all than cut up a frog, and not just because frog anatomy is, like, pointless to know." He rolled his eyes, but he hurried along before the teacher could add something about it being useful (it wasn't). "But because they're conscious— conscience—" Fuck. "Conscientious objectors!" He declared. "Or maybe just because they think it's icky. I don't know. But like we've been saying, it would be more sustainable, and more practical— how exactly are you looking after these frogs, before you murder them?"

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This one said he was underestimating the intelligence of frogs. 

Frogs. 

Who had one of the simplest brain structures. 

Drakken was reconsidering all that time and effort he had spent forging the documentation in order to get this job. They were not paying him enough to deal with this.

Even though, honestly, he did admire their tenacity and push back against their given curriculum. But they had decided to go about it in the most annoying way possible which did not speak to Drakken’s want to understand them. Especially when they had targeted his class room specifically! Picking on the new guy, were they? Well not anymore! 

“No, I do not know the numbers because I do not waste my time looking up useless facts like that when I have other important things to be doing,” he said, sounding very juvenile in comparison to the literal teenagers he was conversing with. “Everything can be done online these days, but it’s more beneficial to do these things hands on. And without relying on the perfect simulation that a computer program would only make you all come to expect!” 

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Nemo’s jaw dropped. 

He didn’t really know what he was expecting, honestly– humans were super stubborn about a lot of nonsensical things, so it shouldn’t be surprising that Dr. Drakken just blatantly dismissed what Nemo thought was the perfect argument. But it did. His brain sorta did a 180 in his skull because it didn’t make sense to him why anyone would see the opportunity to avoid cruelty but choose not to do that because– because? Because???? 

He couldn’t even articulate the reason why! How could anyone not want to save a precious life, even if that life was a frog? No, especially if that life was a frog! 

Maybe that was the problem. Dr. Drakken, as a human, had not been properly informed to the importance of frogs to the ecosystem. 

“You don’t understand!” Nemo said bluntly. Boldly, considering Dr. Drakken was, uh, a teacher. Appa would be wringing his hands right now if he could hear him. “Frogs are a vital part of the food chain and many freshwater ecosystems! Their tadpoles eat algae and keep water clean, they control bug populations, and they’re a source of food for fish and birds! That’s way more important than..than… I dunno! I don’t even see a point to live dissections over keeping an ecosystem healthy!” He looked toward JJ for back-up. 

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Jack Jack looked over at Nemo from the corner of his eyes, having the distinct feeling that they had just gone off script here.

And that was fair, because... well, honestly, JJ had expected some platitudes, or something. The teacher would roll their eyes, and, knowing that the quickest way to get the two kids out of their hair for the time being would be to make meaningless promises (yes I care about the frogs, yes, I understand how many are needlessly slaughtered every year, why don't you write a list of things you think we can do to replace live dissection and give it to, oh, anyone else?), they would do just that.

But Dr. Drakken just like... shut that down. Right away. Even JJ was kind of shocked. He had blinked, and then he had looked at Nemo, and now he knew he had to back up his friend. So, puffing out his chest, he added, "Actually, sir, I was wondering if you could tell me the point of live dissection at all, whilst we're here? Because like my good colleague, friend, and comrade here says, the role they play in the ecosystem," He was trying to remember what, exactly, Nemo had said, because the last thing he needed right now was to sound as dumb as he actually was, "Is vital. And personally, I don't know that knowing how a frog's guts are arranged is exactly vital. I don't want to be a frog surgeon. In fact, I don't think frog surgeons are a thing. So. Could you just tell me why we need live dissections and not, say, a healthy ecosystem?"

He looked at Nemo from his peripheral again, glancing briefly over at him before he looked back to Drakken, trying to look tough.

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JJ couldn’t really believe it, either. He looked at his hand, his eyes following it even as Su took it into her own and he blinked, thinkng that it couldn’t be right. He’d cloe his eyes and bam,his hand would be back on fire again, just like it was before. Su would have to hose him down with her water bottle, which would be alright, he supposed; these clothes needed washed anyway.

But no. The flames were gone. His hand was just his hand, same as always. Would that always work? Could he just imagine his hand wasn’t on fire, and it would go back to normal? Because then what if that was some like... mind control power thing. Maybe this time was just a fluke. A happy accident. Was there a breeze in this alley strong enough to put out a flame? Maybe he should start carrying a fire extinguisher round with him, just in case. He wouldn’t, obviously, ‘cause that would be really suspicious, and JJ attracted enough attention as it was; he didn’t need anyway wondering why he had a fire extinguisher strapped to his back, on top of everything else.

Su pulled him into a hug, tight enough that he huffed a little, the air squeezed out of him. Her enthusiasm made him smile, too, as he raised his arms to hug her back. Was he a little worried about his powers making a surprise return? Maybe, but he was just doing his best to picture them just as they were, so hopefully that would be enough. Her enthusiasm was infectious, anyway, and it distraced him. JJ laughed softly. He had controlled his power! He might never do it again, but he had done it just then!

“Yeah, well, I couldn’t have done it without you.” He told the back wall of the alley, glad that Su couldn’t see his face. So maybe he was blushing. Leave him alone. 

When she pulled away, JJ stepped back too, huffin softly. “I hope so.” He said. “I mean, how long does it normally take people to figure out their powers? ‘Cause I’m really hoping it’s not gonna take forever.” Not that he could do anything about it, if it was going to take forever. “Thanks, Su. For... everything. I mean it, y’know — I don’t think I could’a done it on my own, so.”

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Drakken had been nursing a ginger ale for the better part of the day. It wasn’t really helping since every time he took a sip the smell of the preservation chemicals felt like they were going down with it, making him want to gag some more. 

Lucky he was in the presence of a bunch of teenagers instead of fellow scientists or criminals that may judge him quite harshly on his inability to stomach the sight of gore or blood. Even in the name of science it still made him feel woozy. Although, teenagers were also quite brutal in their mocking, so he didn’t know which he preferred at the moment, them or his former known associates.

The screaming from out side his door actually may have solidified that decision. 

He barked at his class to continue with what they were doing as he stalked across the room. Drakken tore open the door and stepped outside to find two students with signs out there. 

On one hand he admired them for being able to disrupt his class. On the other hand this was a very pitiful display. He raised his voice to yell over them, “Enough with the-! Stop yelling! The frogs can’t hear you! Or understand you. What is this supposed to be?” 

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“That’s really underestimating the intelligence of frogs!” said Nemo as he glared and lowered the sign. 

Actually, he could also say, frogs could understand a teeny bit of human, and also Nemo could talk to them a little too, as a fairy and all. Ribbit was really hard though– much worse than his chatter or growl– and frogs were technically one of those animals that didn’t speak beast for some reason. But all that linguistic stuff was not the point. It didn’t matter if the frogs couldn’t understand them! They didn’t deserve to get cut open anyway.

Also, Nemo wanted the teacher to understand him. These signs were for him. 

And they worked. They had an audience. 

“We’re F.R.O.G, or the Frog Rights Organization! We’re here to talk to you about ceasing the cruel process of dissection. Did you know you can teach this exact same unit but you can use a computer program? Same info, and no frogs have to be frozen cruelly and then cut open in the process!” 

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The door swung open, and the teacher appeared; JJ stood up a little straighter, knowing that this was their moment to shine. The whole point of this had been to get the teacher out of his class so they could give him their schpiel and hopefully give the frogs within the classroom a better chance at making their escape, living out their happy little frog lives with all their liberated frog friends...

Nope, getting distracted. He tuned back into what Nemo was saying, and he nodded, furrowing his brow to look very serious. JJ thought a computer program would be way better than an actual frog. At least with a computer program there wouldn't be that weird smell, and in theory it wouldn't be as gross... and there was the saving of the frogs, of course.

"Do you know how many frogs are killed for dissections every year? Millions! Millions of frogs, needlessly slaughtered. It's a massacre, sir." JJ said gravely, shaking his head. "The dissection practical is cool, sure," He didn't look at Nemo here, 'cause he had a feeling Nemo might disagree, "But it can be done without needing to hurt a living animal! And it could be a really good opportunity for, like, a talk on conservation, too."

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Another year, another terrible dissection unit in Biology. 

Nemo, and the other members of F.R.O.G. (just JJ actually since Barrel moved away, though Nemo was actively recruiting!) were not going to take it.

This year, they were going to be better prepared. While Nemo was not against busting out the frogs like he did last year, he was hoping to use some of the skills he was picking up in SSIC to convince the science teachers of Swynlake Secondary to go a different way. He met up with JJ and told him about his idea for a peaceful protest, and JJ agreed, joining Nemo during one of their lunches so they could make signs. 

Now it was time to put their protest into action, and so they stomped off to the new science teacher’s classroom. Maybe since Dr. Drakken was new, he’d be more open to considering alternatives!

And so this was what Dr. Drakken heard outside his classroom: 

“AMPHIBIAN LIBERATION! PROTECT, DON’T DISSECT! PROTECT, DON’T DISSECT!”

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Okay, so F.R.O.G had lost a member. If they were a big organisation, this might be alright, but given that there was only three of them to begin with... never mind. Every group had to have founders, right? That’s what JJ and Nemo were!

When they had first liberated the frogs from Ms. Milner’s class (a stunt that had ended with flying frogs and more detention than JJ thought was actually legal by British law), Jack Jack had kind of only half been in it for frog rights. The other half was for the hell of it. Funny. Why not? Sometimes acting on the little impulses that popped into his brain helped to quieten the other little impulses, and boy, getting those frogs out of there had certainly kept him occupied.

But after their snow-frog building escapades, and after receiving a book on frogs for Christmas (because obviously his mom had picked up on the theme, and obviously she thought he was now obsessed with frogs), JJ was... well. He was 100% in it for the frog rights. He was passionate about them. Wild. Which also meant that he was now standing outside of Dr. Drakken’s classroom with a piece of paper rolled into a cone, yelling along with Nemo, “AMPHIBIAN LIBERATION! PROTECT, DON’T DISSECT! PROTECT, DON’T DISSECT!”

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Oh yeah, JJ had no idea how to turn it off.

Which was probably some kind of big dumb metaphor for his entire life thus far. He didn't know how to turn off the thoughts that swirled round and round his head, some on a loop, some popping in unexpectedly. He didn't know how to turn off the urges he would get, the ones that usually got him into trouble and made his parents gave him that disappointed-but-not-surprised sort of look. And he most especially did not know how to stop being on fire, seeing as he didn't know how he got to this bit in the first place.

Part of him had to wonder how long it would go on for. If he just decided not to do anything about it, would he just blaze forever? Or would the flames eventually flicker out, running out of fuel? What was their fuel? Was it him? 'Cause that seemed like it would not end well...

But what Su said did make him wonder. She had been right last time, when she'd told him to just think of his own face and then hey presto, he'd been back to his regular old nose. So maybe it would work this time? Though honestly, the two things didn't seem really connected. Which was another thing that was worrying Jack Jack. Who just had two completely random powers?

No time to think of that right now. JJ shrugged and said, "I can try." He closed his eyes, trying to picture his hand when it wasn't on fire (which was hard, because he just kept picturing it actually on fire, which wasn't helpful at all)—

And then the tingling stopped.

JJ opened his eyes to find his hand. Just the hand, no flames, no blemishes that weren't already before. "Huh." He murmured, turning his hand one way, and then the other. "It worked! Anyone ever told you that you're a genius?"