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It was a gorgeous afternoon and Max was busy working away in the garage. He wore his lavender glasses finally deciding that he preferred these over the green ones. He would keep the greens as a spare pair like his mother had suggested. The garage door was open so Max had a nice view of the outside. He was sitting on the concrete floor with his skateboard. He had a screwdriver and a few other tools strewn out before him and was attaching new parts to his board. He'd been at it all day and was beginning to get frustrated with his project. His father opened the door and walked in.
"Hello Max. What are you doing?"
"Hi dad. I'm trying to attach these rockets to my skateboard that way I can go faster and further over my jumps." Frink cocked his head and looked at what the young boy had made so far.
"Mind if I offer a suggestion?"
"Please do. I'm ready to scrap this whole thing." Said Max tempted to kick it. Frink sat down on the ground next to him.
"For one. I wouldn't use rockets. You actually have a good start here, um hay din hay, and they will hold, but after one use they'd be no good and you'd have to attach new ones again."
"Oh, I didn't even think about that. So now what do I do?"
"Well if you'll let me, I could make some mini jets for it. You could turn them on and off when you please. What do you say?"
"YEAH!!" said Max his face lighting up. "How long will it take you?"
"An hour or two. Come on, you can help me."
Max followed Frink down into the Basement. It was always amazing to come down here. There were so many parts, levers and things that he had no clue what they were. His dad was always trying to build something new. The two set to work on the jets and in about an hours time had fashion two tiny thin ones out of things they found lying around. Frink removed the old rockets and attached the jets. Now Max, if you want I could arrange it so that they rotate. This way you can slow down and then the really neat part, um glayvin, will be that you'll be able to hover."
"NO!!!" Yelled Max. Frink was taken back by his sudden negative response.
"Why not, do you know how many kids would want to…"
"But not me! No I just want it to go faster. I don't want to fly."
"But Max."
"NO. Dad please just do it the way I want."
"Well…alright." Frink made the adjustments and now Max's skateboard was jet propelled.
"WOW thanks dad!" Said Max excitedly.
"Max, I want to show you my most recent invention."
"Sure dad."
"But I do not know if you will like it, go hay, anyway. I have been working on this for a long time." He said approaching a large object that covered by a white canvas. "I made this for you Max." He said as he pulled off the sheet revealing a beautiful red white and blue motorcycle. Max's jaw dropped and he was completely speechless. Frink smiled at him. "Well of course you won't be able to use it until you're eighteen, but it is for you. Now watch this, this is no ordinary motorcycle." He pulled out a controller with a wavy antenna and pressed a button on it. A tail fin emerged from the back and two fins slid out from the sides. "It's a hover bike." Max's expression of Aw quickly vanished and melted into a look of disappointment and disgust.
"Can I just drive it around like a regular bike?"
"No you can't just drive it around, goh hay. It's a hover bike, it's meant to fly."
"I don't want to fly."
"Son, are you afraid of heights?"
"No I'm not afraid of heights. I make all kinds of jumps on my skateboard and I've been on the top floor of one of the buildings downtown."
"But you just don't want to fly. Then why weren't you scared when you were at the top of that building, the hover bike can go just as high."
"Yes but at least I have the building under me instead of just air. I'm not afraid of heights, I just don't like flying."
"But you'll be flying on your board."
"That's not flying those are just jumps."
"You're right, flight is sustaining oneself in the fluid medium of air under one's own power, n'gey. So then I guess this means you don't want to test it out with me?" asked Frink nervously. Max became very angry and stomped his foot down.
"I can't believe you are asking me this! For that matter I can't believe you haven't even tested to see if it's safe. No I don't want to test it with you! I don't want it, give it to mom I'm sure she'll love it. I got to go now!" He said and ran out of the room. Frink just stood there aghast at what had just happened.
"Fine, I'll just find some other little boy that will appreciate this." He said to himself. He turned back to his table clearly hurt by what had just happened. Max had never spoken to him like this before. He turned back toward the hover bike. He'd test it out tomorrow. There was work to do at the moment and perhaps that would help him get his mind off things.

Maximillian rolled down the sidewalk on his skateboard. He didn't even bother to use his jets. He just coasted slowly, head down and hands in his pockets. What had he done? He'd never yelled at his father before, and he knew that Frink was just trying to make him happy. It was pretty amazing that aside from everything he had built a motorcycle just for him. "Maximillian, hey give us a hand man!" a familiar voice said. Max stopped and looked to his side. On a hill he saw Bart, Milhouse and Richard pushing a red Radio Flyer wagon with a huge heap of mud on it. They were clearly having trouble pushing it up hill. Curious Max walked over to the trio.
"What are you doing?" Asked Max.
"We need to push this to the top of the hill, but as you can see the three of us aren't strong enough." Said Bart.
"Yeah so why don't you help us out, Max." Milhouse said. Max looked at the mud heap then at his white coat.
"Uh I'll get all muddy."
"Oh well we didn't know you were such a tidy baby." Richard said teasing him. Max frowned at the comment and agreed to help. He pushed hard and soon the wagon was on its way to the top of the steep hill. Drops of mud rained down on their faces. Milhouse was about to say something when an extra large goopy drop flew right into his mouth silencing him. The other boys laughed hysterically at him. Once at the top they all sat down to catch their breaths.
"What was the point of this?" Asked Max.
"No point, it's just for fun. Why would there be a point? You think too much Max." Bart said.
"Well," said Richard, "actually there is a point. We got tired of waiting for snow to make a snowman so instead we're building a mud man."
"Yeah and then we're going to send him on the wildest ride of his life down the grassy slopes." Added an excited Milhouse. The four began shaping the mud into a brown snowman. The likeness wasn't bad and soon they'd used rocks for his eyes and mouth and a stick for his nose. Richard handed Bart a white cloth and Bart proceeded to blindfold the mud man. "Now if we only had a cigar, and not just any cigar a really cool one that would put an end to his misery." He said, "Say Max, you're the son of a genius, can you make something for us?" Not wanting to disappoint them and hoping this would be a start of a new friendship with the three Max thought about it a moment. He put his hand under his chin and looked around. He picked up a few large leaves, some dirt, scooped up some doggy stuff with a stick and just happen to have some of the powder from the rockets that he didn't use for his skateboard. He packed the organics on one side and the sand and dirt on the other and rolled it all up. He placed it in the mud man's mouth and looked at the others. Bart had a huge devious smile on his face.
"Anyone have a match?" Asked Max.
"But of course." Said Bart pulling one out.
"Bart, as soon as you light it you have to launch him. It will only take 25-30 seconds before it blows."
"No problemo dude." He said as he lit the cigar. Richard gave the wagon a swift kick and the mud man sailed down the hill. The boys cheered as they watched it gain speed and roll right into the street.

Principal Skinner drove down the street in his sedan. He was on his way home and watched the houses roll past him as he drove exactly the speed limit. He hummed an old tune tapping the steering wheel when something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. A smoking black blob was barreling down on him from the wood. Skinner screamed out at the horrible sight. "AAARRRGGGHHH!!" He tried to steer clear of it but it was too late. It came head on and before it impacted the thing blew in a tremendous explosion that covered half his car and both houses on each side of him in viscous mud. He then heard a thud as the wagon rammed into his front bumper. He tried to use his wipers but it only spread the mud around more on his windshield. He stopped and stepped out of his car hearing the sound of children's laughter coming from the top of the hill.
"BART SIMPSON!!!" He yelled holding his fists in the air.
"Uh oh. Time to go!" Said Bart and all the kids vanished. It took Max a second to realize what had happened and that they were actually in trouble for what they had done, especially considering who it had happened to. Principal Skinner jumped back in his car, screeched his tires and took off around the hill determined to capture one of the little delinquents. Max was the last one to make a break for it. He jumped and slid down the hill on his feet, the wind rushing through his hair. As soon as he reached the bottom he ran to the sidewalk and saw Skinner's car round the corner. He hopped on his skateboard and took off like lightning. Max looked behind him and saw Skinner still behind him in his mud dipped car of doom, now would be the perfect time to try out those jets. He hit a switch and the jets came out one on each side near the back of his board. They fired up and Max shot down the sidewalk about three times faster than his top speed. He looked behind him again to see Skinner disappearing in the distance. His relief was short lived when he saw his car accelerate and begin to gain on him. Brown gobs dripped of the car and left a streaking dirty trail behind it. Max was traveling fast but there was no was he'd be able to out run a car. Principal Skinner was hanging out the window with his hand out claw like. He pulled up next to Max, kept pace with him then picked him up by the back of his collar. Max had enough time to kick down on his board and catch it under his arm. Skinner pulled him through the window as though he were some hapless kitten and threw him into the passenger seat never stopping his car the whole time. The fact that Max was covered in mud was all the evidence Skinner needed.

"Alright young man….uh what the? Say who are you anyway? I never noticed you before."
"I….I…I'm Maximillian…Sir." Responded Max nervously.
"Last name?"
"Frink."
"Hum. What grade are you in, son?"
"Fourth, Sir."
"Fourth? Good grief you're one of Edna's kids. It figures that whole class is nothing but trouble! Well then, I think I'll have a word with your parents." Max sat in horrified silence the entire trip home.

The doorbell rang making a zapping sound and Caroline opened the door finding a surprising sight. Principal Skinner stood there holding Max up by his collar. Max held his skateboard in one hand and was all dirty.
"Excuse me ma'am but is this your son?" asked the Principal.
"Yes." Responded Caroline. Skinner placed the boy on the ground and he just stood there looking up at the two adults. "Max why don't you go to your room while the Principal and I talk." He nodded and did so without a word. Principal Skinner explained what had happened and Caroline apologized and promised she'd talk to the boy. Frink came in came into the house just as Principal Skinner was getting ready to leave. Skinner gave Frink a very strange look because he'd come in wearing a metallic green helmet with four antennas and some wires sticking out of the top of it.
"Woops, sorry 'bout that. Forgot I had cerebral oscillation generator still on."
"Hum yes, you must be Maximillian's father."
"Yes Professor Frink at your service. What can I do for you sir?" He asked grinning at Skinner. He explained the story once again.
"Really? Max did that. Well I wouldn't worry Principal. We'll both have a word with him. Thanks for stopping by wah hay."
Skinner was happy to leave and that certainly was one of the strangest families he'd met. Perhaps it was best to just keep ignoring their kid. "Don't worry Caroline. Let me talk to Max about this." He said heading up to Max's room. He tapped on the door softly then entered to find Max sitting on his bed looking out the window.
"Well Max, seems like you ran into the wrong crowd today."
"I didn't know they were going to kick it down the hill, dad."
"Yes I'm sure you didn't. But you do have to be careful who you hang out with."
"Don't worry dad, I won't play with them any more. You know I've never done anything like this."
"I know Max, I know." He paused a second thinking about what Skinner had said. "So did you come up with the formula for the explosive device on the spot?"
"Yes." Responded Max nervously.
"I see….That's my boy!!!" He said rubbing Max's head again. "Not bad for the limited materials you had to work with." He gave Max a hug and the two began to laugh.
"Dad?"
"Yes son?"
"I…I wanted to say I'm sorry about earlier. I know you worked hard to make that bike and that you made it for me."
"It's ok. Um wey. I'm sorry too. I didn't know you had a fear of flying and if I had I wouldn't have asked you to come along. You don't have to ride it if you don't want." Max put his arm around his dad.
"I love you, dad."
"I love you too, Max."

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