"Almost got it!" JoJo McDodd muttered to himself.

The smallest Who of all, pushed his toes up from the floor. He stretched his arms high over his head.

"Come on." JoJo concentrated. But there was no way he'd be able to reach his combination lock. JoJo sighed and pressed his forehead against the locker.

He had been assigned the top half of the locker tier by mistake, and because JoJo was so small, getting his text books in and out of his locker was a day to day challenge.

"I've got it!" JoJo cheered.

He pushed a nearby recycling bin in front of his locker and climbed on top of the lid.

"Wow," JoJo breathed out.

He craned his head around, taking in his surroundings from this height. The halls of Whoville High were still the same, but to JoJo, something was different. It was like he had just walked a mile in some other Who's socks.

So this is what it's like to be...normal sized? He thought as he tucked his science book under his arm. Must be very nice.

JoJo slammed his locker shut and then climbed off the recycling bin.

"Well. Well. Well. If it isn't JoJo McDwarf."

The insult shot a nerve in JoJo. He knew that wet, raspy voice from anywhere. It was Trevedale with the other two members of the Ain'ts, Stevel and Derk.

"Ha-ha-ha! Very funny, guys." JoJo rolled his auburn eyes. "Like I haven't already heard that one before. Get some new material."

"Shorty!" Trevedale added.

JoJo tightened his fists. "It's better than being short on brains!"

The Aint's stopped laughing. The three Who boys suddenly seemed even taller. JoJo gulped. Their shadows loomed over him.

Suddenly Derk hurled himself at JoJo. He bucked his chest out and knocked JoJo over. His books slapped the floor on his way down.

Stevel laughed at JoJo, lying on the dirty floor. "You're just a wimpy, little twerp!"

JoJo absolutely hated being called a twerp. It was the one put-down that he could never shake off.

"Get that recycling bin!" Trevedale ordered.

Derk and Trevedale shoveled JoJo up from underneath his arms. Stevel grabbed a hold of his feet.

"Put me down!" JoJo ordered.

On Trevedale's cue, the boys crammed JoJo into the recycling bin and closed the lid. JoJo could hear their laughter and high-fours.

"Let me out of here!" JoJo cried. He banged and banged at the lid.

"On the count of three," Trevedale said. "One...two...three!"

The Aint's knocked the recycling bin down and rejoiced as JoJo shot down the stairs like a bowling ball. His head hammered against the bin over and over with every step.

"He's like a pinball machine!" Stevel said.

The recycling bin slammed into the tall water fountain by the boy's bathroom. JoJo crawled out, dizzy from his journey and shook the paper shreds from his shiny black hair.

"And he sticks the landing!" Derk said in giggles.

"Twerp!" Trevedale called out.

JoJo lowered his head. He let his hair fall over his face so that The Aint's wouldn't see the tears building up in his eyes.

Fortunately, school was almost over for the day. JoJo found his three best friends, Coby Nesbitt, Beanie Sigel, and Iggy Whosfelt in the commons area. They were sitting in their usual spots on the last three steps of the spiral stairway. JoJo had just walked right in the middle of a conversation they were having.

"I can't wait for the Fall Festival," Coby was saying.

"Me either," Iggy said. "Last year's was so awesome; I went to every event held."

"I'm getting dizzy just thinking about all the rides." Beanie laughed. "I wonder what the Mayor has planned for this year?"

Everywho looked to JoJo.

"I don't know." JoJo shrugged. "I'm not even going to go. No point in asking me."

"Why not go? The Fall Festival is a lot of fun," Iggy explained.

JoJo rolled his eyes. Did he really have to spell it out for them? The Fall Festival was no place for the Smallest Who of All. Every year JoJo went, he was never tall enough to ride anything. He didn't need to be reminded of that again this year.

"It's just not my thing," JoJo said.

Coby picked a small peice of paper out of JoJo's fur.

"Any idea how that got there?" he asked.

JoJo sighed. He told his friends all about how the Ain't's came after him again.

"You know, JoJo. You really ought to tell your dad," Beanie said.

"Yeah." Iggy nodded in agreement. "Your dad is the mayor. He could make the Ain'ts do community service as punishment."

"But wouldn't you call that squealing?" JoJo pointed out. "I'm not sure getting my dad involved is the way to go."

"But JoJo, what other choices do you have?" Coby asked.

"Yeah, the Aint's aren't going to take you seriously," Iggy said. "You're way too small."

Beanie shot Iggy a "Dude, not helping." look.

"No offense," Iggy quickly added.

JoJo thought about it for a moment. The Aint's were never going to take JoJo, the Smallest Who of All, seriously. But the Mayor? It was worth a shot.

"Okay," JoJo said at last. "I'll tell him."