A/N: Double update this weekend!!! cuz I love y'all!!!

"Do I have to go to school? Like what's it even for?" Philip asked, basically falling asleep in his cereal. 

"If you don't go to school then you don't get a job. If you don't get a job, you don't have money. If you don't have money, you can't buy a house. If you can't buy a house, then you're homeless. If you're homeless-" Angelica explained before being cut off by Philip.

"Nevermind," he groaned. "Wait, but what if I just join a wolf pack?" Philip got on all fours and started howling around the house. Chicken Nugget attacked him with licks.

"You're not a wolf," Angelica pointed out.

"I'll just disguise myself," Philip planned. "Ahwoooooooo!"

"They could maul you to death," Angelica added.

"Nevermind then." Philip got up off the floor and returned to his cereal. "How about I just become a third-grade dropout and live here in the basement?"

"It's scary down there." Angelica looked at the basement door and shuddered.

"You're right, too many rats," Philip realized. "What about-"

"Just going to school?" Angelica suggested.

"The whole point of these hypothetical situations is to escape school, idiot," Philip said with a roll of his eyes.

"Mom! Philip called Angelica an idiot," Alexander Jr. tattled.

"Snitch," Philip hissed at him.

"And he called me a snitch!"

"Philip," Eliza warned from the kitchen, "if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all."

"Goodness Eliza, you sound like Burr," Alexander commented as he walked down the stairs. "Always telling people to shut up."

"Mom! Dad said shut up," Alexander Jr. reported.

"Alexander, language," Eliza chided while handing him his coffee.

"Snitch," Alexander muttered under his breath.

"Tell me about it," Philip said, collapsing onto the table in exasperation. 

"Alright, everyone time for school," Eliza ordered.

"I'm a wolf, do I have to go to school?" Philip asked hopefully.

"Yep," Eliza said.

"I'm mortified, do I have to go to work?" Alexander asked. 

"Yep."

"Can you please at least take off this handcuff? It makes such a loud noise," Alex begged. 

"No can do sir," Eliza answered with a smirk.

"Then you only leave me with one option."

"And that is?" Eliza questioned.

"The hoverboard." Alexander ran off to his office and returned in on a hoverboard, almost running over Chicken Nugget in the process. But the handcuff wasn't making any noise on the hoverboard.

"Where did you even get that?" Eliza asked.

"A garage sale, it was only fifteen dollars," he informed them.

"So that means it's either possessed, broken or gonna blow up," Angelica concluded. 

"How could a hoverboard be possessed?" Philip wondered.

"The ghost in it could go like vroooom and run you over," Alexander Jr. said with a strange delight.

"All right then." Philip turned back to eating his cereal.

"Goodbye dear family," Alexander said as he hovered (is that the word?) out the door.

"Don't blow up!" Angelica called after him. 

Forgetting that hoverboards probably wouldn't go down steps very smoothly, Alexander went full speed down their front steps and faceplanted on to the driveway.

"Alex! Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Eliza asked, frantically running to the door.

"I'm a-okay," Alexander assured her with a thumbs up. He sat up and his whole face was covered in blood. "Off to work," he said as he stood up and began walking to his car.

"Alexander Macho Nacho Hamilton, get your butt back in this house. You look like something out of a horror movie," Eliza scolded as she grabbed him by his shirt collar and dragged him back in the house.

"It's just a bloody nose. I'll be fine. You're being dramatic Eliza," Alex complained. Chicken Nugget ran under the table and began whimpering at the sight of Alexander.

"Chicken Nugget does not think I'm being dramatic," Eliza argued. 

"What happened to your face? It looks worse than usual," Angelica commented. 

"Nice one," Philip said, giving her a high-five.

"Minus ten, Angelica." Eliza grabbed a box of tissues and started wiping at the blood.

"Ha!" Alexander snickered at Angelica. "Thanks, Liza," he said when he was no longer a bloody mess.

"Remeber the resolution," Eliza reminded him as he went out the door.

"No promises," Alexander called back, mounting the hoverboard and speeding down the street. The offices of Washington's Law Warriors were only a couple of blocks down the street but normally Alexander just took his car for time purposes. With the hoverboard though he would make it there on time (if he didn't crash into a tree).

~Third Grade Recess~

"How was your Christmas break?" Georges asked Philip.

"Um, let's just say eventful," Philip said, thinking about all the drama and shenanigans that had taken place. This would be the first time that Philip would see Amelia or Theo since that fateful Christmas party and he was terrified. That was the real reason he had been planning to escape school that morning.

"What about your's?"

"Eh, it was all right. I always get the same thing though, tons of clothes from Dad and bread or sesame street merch from other Dad," Georges answered. "Have you talked to Theo or Amelia since the party?"

"No," Philip groaned. "And I was hoping I wouldn't have to."

"Looks like you're out of luck," Georges noted as Theodosia approached in her new car.

"Hey, Philip," Theodosia greeted.

"Hi," Philip replied awkwardly. "You got a car for Christmas?"

"Yep," she responded, fiddling with the mirror. "Um, listen about the party. I was really jealous of Amelia and acted irrationally. Wanna just forget it ever happened?"

Not really, Philip thought to himself but said, "Yeah."

"Hey, Philly~" Amelia cooed as she also drove over. "So, we're dating now, right?"

Theo nearly spit out her juice box. Who did this girl think she was? Oh, right a princess, Theo thought bitterly.

"Um, no?" Philip asked/said.

"Well, I just assumed, you know? Since we kissed," Amelia explained like it was obvious. She flicked her sunglasses up on her head and tossed her blonde curls behind her shoulder.

"No, Philip's not dating you," Theo answered for him.

"I wasn't asking you, hun," Amelia said, turning to Theo for the first time. "What's this hunk of junk you have here?" Amelia taunted pointing to Theo's car.

"The newest model in Barbie cars, hun," Theo sassed.

"Oh, really? Race around the blacktop, right here tomorrow," Amelia challenged.

"You're on," Theo accepted.

"So, Philip you'll be my chauffeur, right?" Amelia questioned while batting her eyelashes. "For the race?"

Theo glared at Amelia and gestured for Philip to look at the friendship bracelet. "I'll be the sexy lady that starts the race like in Gnomeo and Juliet," Philip compromised.

Georges burst out in laughter. "You c-can wear a dress and m-makeup," he said between giggles. 

"A-and a wig," Philip added.

"Whatever, just be here tomorrow, Theodosia," Amelia said before driving off.

"You wouldn't look bad in a dress," Theo said, trying to be serious before succumbing to giggles.

(Please know that if you're a boy and like to wear dresses or a girl that likes to dress 'boy-ish' that is totally okay. Pizza rolls, not gender rolls! The only reason that this is a joke is because it's totally absurd that Philip would wear a dress since he's well Philip)

~At Washington's Law Office~

"Hamilton, I've noticed you're not as gremlin-ly as usual today," Thomas sorta-complimented as he walked into Alexander's office.

"It's probably the hoverboard, makes me taller," Alexander guessed.

"Hoverboard? You know what nevermind. I have, um, the chair," Thomas said, awkwardly placing the chair that he had kind of stolen in the middle of Alexander's office. "Problem is it's still handcuffed to me. Do you have the key?" 

Alexander laughed as he boarded his hoverboard and moved towards Thomas so he was no longer behind his desk. "You're telling me you've dragged this chair around with you all day. And you slept last night with it," Alexander said between laughter.

"Do you have the key or not, Hamilton?" Thomas growled, slowly growing impatient.

"What does it look like?" Alexander asked, gesturing down to his handcuff. "Eliza refused to give it to me."

"Well, looks like I'm coming home with you," Thomas concluded.

"No, you're not. Even if I had my car with me you wouldn't be," Alexander said.

"What do you mean?" Thomas questioned.

"I took my hoverboard to work," Alex explained.

"Two people could probably fit..." Thomas trailed off.

Alexander took a deep breath. "Fine," he spat, "but only if you promise to tell Eliza that I was super nice to you every day and tell her that she can vote for me for PTA president."

Thomas sighed, "Okay, fine. I just need to get this freaking chair off of me."

"Alright, let's get this over with. I'll go on one side you go on the other." Alexander stepped on to one side of the hoverboard and it ended up doing donuts til Alexander jumped off. "Nevermind, any other ideas?"

"I hate to say this but I think you'll have to go on my shoulders," Thomas suggested.

Alexander ground his teeth together. "Fine! But you owe me, big time."

"This is painful for me too," Thomas complained. Alexander stood on top of his desk and jumped onto Thomas' back. He climbed up onto his shoulders. "You could have given me a warning," Thomas muttered.

Alex responded by pulling his hair. "Onward loyal steed!"

Jefferson grumbled but made his way to the hoverboard and climbed on. "What about the chair?"

"You'll have to hold it," Alexander replied, "I'll just hold your head so I won't fall off."

Alex wrapped his arms around Thomas' head. "I can't see, dimwit," Thomas hissed. Alexander removed his arms so he could see.

"Let's go horse! Ye-haw!" Alexander ordered, pulling on Thomas' hair like reigns. 

"If you pull my hair one more-" Thomas began to threaten but was interrupted by Alexander pulling his hair. "I am going to murder you!"

"Quit your whining, let's go!"

"You're enjoying this way too much," Thomas complained. The pair rode by Washington's office, who looked up and assumed he was just seeing things.

Halfway way to Alexander's house something dawned on Thomas. "We could have just took my car."

Alexander screamed in frustration. "You idiot! We could have avoided this whole 'thing'!"

"You're supposed to be the genius," Thomas fought back. "It's too late now anyways."

"I hate you so much right now!" Alexander yelled.

An old lady walking her dog stared at them as she walked by. It was quite the sight, two middle-aged men on a hoverboard one holding a chair while the other was on his shoulders screaming at the top of his lungs.

Finally, after about 72 fights, 10 almost crashes and Thomas almost chucking Alexander into open traffic, they arrived at the house. Alexander jumped off of Thomas' shoulders and ran to the door, knocking furiously. Eliza answered the door. "Get the key," he panted.

Eliza scrunched her face up in confusion but did as she was told. "What's going on?" Eliza asked when she returned with the key.

"Just take this chair off of me, please Liza," Thomas begged.

"Alright," she complied, unlocking the handcuff. 

"Thanks, I'll call James. He'll take me home," Thomas said.

Alexander coughed and nudged Thomas. "Oh, and Eliza, Alexander was very kind to me today,"  he lied while bearing his teeth.

"Oh, it that so?" Eliza said unbelievingly.

"Yep and you should vote for him since he's your husband and all." Thomas smiled but it looked very forced.

"Okay?" Eliza said suspiciously.

James pulled into the driveway and honked the horn. "Bye, Liza! Oh, and see you tonight Hamilton at the PTA debate for president," Thomas said with a smirk as he climbed into his car, "which I'll win."

"I'm gonna win!" Alexander corrected but Thomas had already driven off.

"Care to explain, any of that," Eliza requested as they walked back inside.

"No, not really. It was a rather painful experience all around," Alexander responded.