Chapter 4: Whaaaaaat?

The professor began to unlock his closet door..

"Uh-huh the tennis shoes ones Tony."

Last I have found, if you decrease the density of the nitro chamber it will improve both control and speed, making the machine lighter and therefore less fuel. It has almost made it off the ground."

The Professor nodded. "I think, seeing as you are my star student, I may require your assistance in an important matter which would involve your particular set of, let's just say, skills." He walks into the closet. Inside is the spare parts closet. The basis for all the inventions this school has formed. Some of the most intriguing inventions of the past students, all piled up on the shelves.

"What kind of assistance?"

I hesitate for a few minutes but it feels like only seconds.

"By all means take your time with the explanation. I have absolutely nothing else to do." Looking around I finally answer.

"Sure."

He lifts up a rusty helmet with a pair of unicorn horns on it and pushes a concealed button. The floor slowly begins to lower.

Tony's jaw drops.

"Whaaaaaaaat?"