Jerry's Cousin // Jack Brewer X OC

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I am for sure finishing season 3, but do y'all want me to do season 4 too? Please comment. Thanks! Happy reading!

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"I was up all night working on my project for the Invention Fair," Milton told us as we crowded around his setup. "I have something truly amazing. What do you guys have?" Jack and Jerry started stuttering and looking at each other.

"I'm here to cheer you on and these knuckleheads wanna ride off of your project," I replied nonchalantly.

"I am so excited!" a teacher squealed. "We have a special guest judge this year. He's from Techtronic Labs and he is not too hard on this lonely lady's eyes. Derek Tanner."

"Hello future! I'm Derek!" Derek introduced himself, riding into the multipurpose room on his hover board.

"I can't believe it! That's my dad's new boss!" Milton exclaimed, pointing at the hovering man. "He's a genius. And my personal hero."

"This is the Mind Surfer. You control where it goes with your thoughts," Derek explained as he set, er hovered the board on the table. "And that's really what inventing is. Dreaming things into reality."

"Ya know, I tell them that, everyday," the teacher nodded. "But do they listen? No!"

"Milton, you gotta help us," Jack begged. 

"Here we go. Once again you've done nothing but you want credit by glomming onto my project," Milton guessed.

"I did warn you," I reminded him. "I could pose as your girlfriend and Derek'll probably- or- or not," I cut myself off under the glares Jack and Jerry were sending me.

"And this is Milton Krupnick," the teacher gestured to Milton. "He's the smartest boy in our class."

"Ah Milton. If you're anything like your father, I'm sure your project will be most impressive," Derek beamed.

"K," Milton giggled. I patted his back, getting him back to normal.

"Right now the only competition you have is something called the butt whistle," Derek said. A whistle was blown.

"Put it away, Eric!" the teacher ordered.

"May I present," Milton started but Jerry cleared his throat as he and Jack walked up behind Milton. "May we present the Corn Coddlers!"

"Yes! The Corn Cod- what now?" Jack cut himself off.

"Every Wednesday night I have to give my nana a foot massage," Milton began to explain. He uncovered his nana, who was knitting under a tarp.

"Oh. An old lady under a tarp. Or any better than the butt whistle," Derek nodded sarcastically.

"I like this guy. He speaks fluent sarcasm," I nodded.

"Between her bunions, callouses, and gnarled up corns, I'm dealing with some pretty tough feet," Milton continued as he put on his gloves. Jack lifted up the feet as Jerry gagged at the sight. "I'm using these mechanized gloves that me the strength of 10 men, allowing me to do this." Milton began massaging his mama's feet as I gagged and turned into Jack's chest, not wanting to watch this. I was, honestly, surprised that Jerry hadn't said anything, but I think he was too distracted by Milton's nana's gross feet.