The Smell of Freedom DIXI

Wub-buh-lub-buh-bub-bub.

It's me and Amani today filling in for Billie

while she's off doing the time, without the crime.

Hurry up. Tell them where we are.

Uh, I was just about to.

We're backstage at the school's presidential introductions.

Django is looking at the rest of the CCTV footage from the cameras

that weren't turned off.

When he comes back with proof that Blake framed Billie,

it should make for some pretty interesting speeches.

Have you come to hear my speech?

So sweet.

See, guys, even associates of convicted felons

are smart enough to vote Blake.

We are not supporting you, dufus.

We'll be voting for Echo.

-Sorry, who?

-You know...

Gemma, or is it Bella?

I think it might be Stella.

Hold up, you don't mean Emo Mute?

She's running for president?

What's she going to do, mime her policies with finger puppets?

Laugh it up, snake boy. Echo is super awesome.

After today, everybody's going to wake up

and really take notice of her. You know...

-Ouch, my toes!

-Sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there.

-Enjoy this cupcake and vote Blake.

-What's with the cupcake infestation?

Blake's crew have been dishing them out,

basically bribing his way to victory.

That is so wrong.

-But so right.

-Bubs!

What? I still think the guy is slime, but I'm a sucker for

pink frosting.

So, Echo, are you all set to take on the big crowd?

The... The what?!

Billie said it was just a chat with Miss Malik.

It is.

Miss Malik and a few hundred students.

I hope you've got a speech.

Why didn't she tell me?

I am not in my happy place.

Internet, fine.

Face-to-face, we have a problem.

OK, everyone. We're live in five.

Where's the other candidate? Sasha, no, Helga?

-Dude, it's Echo!

-Oh, I didn't see you there.

This way. The voters require your voices.

You must not deny them.

Go on, go.

CHEERING

It is my happiness and my honour...

-I really think we should bail.

-No way.

We promised Billie we'd record what happened.

I hope Django gets here soon.

..must we continue to waste vital funds on so-called arts clubs?

Why not redistribute the wealth to vital areas?

Like school prom.

CHEERING

Elect me as your president, and I won't rest until

Drew Fletcher Academy is too cool to be school.

Thank you, Blake.

And now his opposition...

Uh...

Her!

CLEARS THROAT

MICROPHONE SCREECHES

-Um, hello, there.

-Oh, this is actually painful.

Tell me about it.

My teeth still hurt from all the lovely cupcakes.

I honestly think that...

That maybe perhaps we've pumped enough money into prom?

CROWD MURMURING

Echo, stay away from prom. The crowd will turn on you.

Not that I'm saying that prom is a waste of time or anything.

She just said that prom's a waste of time.

CROWD BOOS

CHANTING

Free cupcakes for all!

-Was it seriously that bad?

-For reals.

Echo got obliterated.

No, she needs to beat Blake.

We can't have a super villain for president.

Django, finally. What took you?

Possibly the fact that the corridor to Miss Malik's office is the

most popular route from the hall to the playground.

Approximately 800 people go down that corridor every day.

It was virtually impossible to pick out anyone specific.

You mean, we've got nothing?

On the contrary, I did painstakingly manage to find footage of

-Blake going into the corridor on the morning of the attack.

-Yes!

But, he comes out the other end a few seconds later,

and doesn't show up again.

Not enough time for him to have trashed the office.

The CCTV actually proves his innocence.

Blake couldn't have done it.

You mean, Blake isn't The Shredder?

The Eraser, and no.

But it has to be him.

That means there's someone else out there who hates me

enough to frame me.

And I've got no idea who it is.

Ugh! Bad times.

You're right, dancedoodlesuperstar.

Blake is very annoying.

But it turns out he's innocent.

We are back to square one on The Shredder's identity.

Still, there is some good news.

Me and Selene are finally free.

Don't do that.

I'm not going to lie, morale was low,

Echo bombed at the elections,

Blake was cleared as a number one suspect,

but today, no more oppression.

-No more Green House.

-No more rambling.

-Just tell them what happened.

-OK.

Here's how it went down.

HARMONICA WHISTLING

Another average day in the slammer when suddenly,

we're under attack from evil Dr Transbot Wolfenstein.

MANIACALLY LAUGHS

It was down to me and Super Selene to...

OMD, tell it properly.

Fine, OK.

There we were, grafting away at Gumageddon,

scraping chewing gum off of desks.

-IMITATING MISS MALIK:

-Girls, I need you to put the chisels down.

No chance, we're 30 scrapes from setting a Green House record.

Punishment's over.

You're free to go.

We are? Yay!

But the record. We were so close.

All that was left was to say our goodbyes...

I'm taking that as a thank you?

..and collect up our belongings.

This had five pieces of gum when I got here. Now there's only four.

And we were out.

Sipping on the sweet, sweet taste of freedom.

But why did they let us go?

It's all thanks to our very own Tony Stark,

techno wiz himself, Django.

Well, it was actually pretty simple.

Miss Malik's door utilises a keycode lock system.

I simply accessed the time code of the break-in.

Thereby proving the vandalism happened before me and Selene

-even got to school.

-And so it ends.

The living nightmare.

Django, you are a total ledge.

Um, yeah, don't mention it.

So, this is goodbye.

I guess it is.

You know, until double French.

Wait up. "Don't mention it."

Either you've installed a modesty chip,

or you're hiding something.

Pfft. Of course not.

OK, I may have had slight assistance with the whole time code idea.

Assistance from who?

It was an anonymous tip-off on Dixi.

It was pretty hard to figure out who they meant.

I mean, me and you, we're hardly friends.

Wow! None taken.

So that means that whoever sent you that message,

must know who vandalised Miss M's office.

Or it's come straight from The Shredder.

Um, if we're going with names, my vote goes to The Eraser.

Djangs, do you realise what this means?

I thought we'd hit a dead end once we realised Blake isn't our baddie,

but now we get back on the case.

We've got ourselves a shining new lead.

Who in Gotham could it be?

Literally anybody could be the shredder.

OMD! Great thought, TopazHyperEchidna.

Alessandro is definitely going on the list of suspects.

Can you smell that, Amani?

Yeah, I can actually, but I didn't want to say anything.

What? I'm talking about the smell of freedom.

-Freedom smells a lot like crusty old netball socks.

-Hey!

Sorry, I wasn't really listening.

I was just replying to Alessandro.

He just sent me this dancing kitten GIF.

He's so sweet. Always messaging me cute love faces.

Adorbs. I can't wait to meet him.

-Is he coming to prom.

-Yeah, he's definitely coming if he can make it.

But who are you going with? Are going to ask Bubs?

SNICKERS

Bubs? To prom? No.

No, that's not our thing.

And anyway, he's planning an Anti-Prom Anime Night.

Wait, but they're going to read out the election results.

-We have to be there for that.

-Yeah, although if Blake wins,

I think we should all transfer to Astor Rathbone with Abi.

I don't want to move schools again.

Well, if we fix Echo's campaign, we won't have to.

Blake might not be The Shredder,

but we still can't have him as president. Echo has to beat him.

Good luck with that. You didn't see her speech, yesterday.

Hey, the Bubbanator.

Live and in-person.

Anyway, now that you're back on the streets,

does this mean we can sit together in chemistry again?

Because Dr Swinla put me in charge of the Bunsen burner on Thursday,

and I nearly burnt off my eyebrows.

And I have great eyebrows.

PHONE CHIMES

OMD. Look at this Dixi message.

-But who's it from?

-It's anonymous.

Just like the message that cleared me and Selene.

-It must be The Shredder.

-Deleter!

How about Vanisher?

PHONE RINGS

Incoming call. Maybe it's them!

Oh, it's Selene. Howdy, partner.

We're not partners.

Bubs, hello.

Uh, and Amani. How convenient.

Couldn't stay away, Selene?

Sure. Tell yourself that.

I want to talk to you about a message I received,

an anonymous message.

You got one too? Who's yours from?

It's anonymous. But I think I've worked it all out.

Perhaps Amani could enlighten us.

What? Why me?

Still playing the innocent, Amani. Fine.

It's Alessandro.

Why do you think it's Alessandro?

He's behind this whole thing.

He got us sent down.

Alessandro is The Eraser, Billie. I'm telling you.

Shredder, and anyway, where's your evidence?

You can't just go accusing Amani's boyfriend.

-Boyfriend?

-Yeah.

You should probably check Dixi.

There's a new post.

VIDEO ENDS

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# Invisible

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# You make me feel like I'm not there

# That I'm see through

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