Beverley Hills High School: Third Person POV

Garath, Braedey, and the girls returned from Los Angeles. It was an amazing trip.

"That was fun. We should go there again sometime." Braedey said.

"Sí. Deberíamos volver a Los Ángeles en un futuro cercano, amigo." Garath replied. (Translation from Spanish: Yes. We should go back to Los Angeles in the near future, friend.)

"You speak Spanish pretty well." Alex said.

"Gracias, Alex. He estudiado español desde que era pequeño. Lo mismo ocurre con el japonés y el francés." Garath replied. (Translation: Thank you, Alex. I have studied Spanish ever since I was a little boy. Same goes for Japanese and French)

Braedey and the girls were amazed that Garath studied three foreign languages as a young child.

"I can hardly believe that he studied three different languages throughout his childhood." Braedey said.

"Indeed. Learning three foreign languages while growing up? That is amazing." Sam replied.

They were just on their way to first period, when Mandy and her friends showed up.

"Hey, losers! We need to talk. And don't even try walking away, or things are going to get nasty." Mandy said.

Garath gave her a look of intimidation that mentally meant "Don't push your luck, bitch." Mandy quickly backed away when she saw the glare on Garath's face.

"No tenemos tiempo para ti, payaso loco." He said.

Mandy and her goons appeared to be confused.

"What did he just say?" Caitlin asked.

"I don't know. I don't speak Spanish." Dominique answered.

"It means: We don't have time for you, crazy clown." Garath replied.

Mandy was angry when she heard what Garath said. No one has ever dared to call her a clown.

"Did you just call me a crazy clown?" She snapped.

"Sí. Eres un psicópata, payaso loco. Deberías estar con tu novio, el Joker. Él te necesita, señorita Quinzel. ¿O debería decir, Harley Quinn?"

Mandy narrowed her eyes into a death glare.

"What did you just say?" She asked angrily.

"I said: Yes. You are a psychopath, crazy clown. You should be with your boyfriend, the Joker. He needs you, miss Quinzel. Or should I say, Harley Quinn?" Garath answered.

Braedey smirked.

"Hey girls, did you hear what Garath called Mandy? He just called her Harley Quinn." He said.

Clover and the girls laughed.

"Garath is right. Joker needs his little girlfriend." Clover said.

"Yes. You'd better run along, Harley. We wouldn't wanna make Mistah J angry, would we?" Alex asked.

Mandy angrily stormed away with her goons in tow. She'd had enough of being insulted.

Braedey and the girls laughed.

"I can't believe that Garath drove Mandy off by insulting her. In Spanish no less." Alex said.

"No kidding. And to be honest, she does look like a psychopath. So I think Harley Quinn is a good name for her." Clover replied.

Garath turned to Clover and smirked.

"Elle ne signifie rien pour nous, Clover. Prenons soin de nous ma chérie." He said smoothly. (Translation from French: She means nothing to us, Clover. Let us worry about ourselves, my darling.)

Clover blushed.

"Yes. Who cares about Mandy? In fact, who needs her? Not us. She can go screw herself for all I care." She said.

Timeskip: Mansion- Garath's POV

School sucked. It was as boring as always. But that was over. I went into the garage and set to work on building an Aston Martin One-77. However, it is going to be more than just a car. This Aston Martin is actually going to be a new body for KITT.

"Don't you have enough cars as it is, Garath?" KITT asked.

"This car isn't just an addition to my collection. It serves a more important purpose. So ya may wanna say goodbye to that old Pontiac Firebird because this is the last time that you'll be seeing it." I answered.

"You mean, you're gonna destroy me? After all we've done together?" KITT asked in shock.

I laughed.

"No, buddy. I'm gonna put your CPU, processors, and features into this Aston Martin One-77. So you're not gonna be destroyed at all Kitt. You my friend, are being upgraded." I said.

"Upgraded? You mean that you're designing a new body for me?" KITT asked.

"Exactly. In this new body, you'll have the same features that you currently possess, and more. So you're gonna be better than ever." I answered.

"Well, in that case, proceed. I do like the idea of becoming an Aston Martin. Because to be honest, I am quite tired of being a rundown Pontiac Firebird from the early 80's. Maybe you should design a new body for KARR as well." KITT said.

I smiled.

"Maybe some other time. For now, I must focus on this Aston Martin." I said.

I worked on KITT for days, and by Sunday afternoon, he was ready.

"Kitt, can you hear me?" I asked.

"I hear you loud and clear, Garath." KITT responded.

"Great. The metal for this new body is much stronger than that of the Pontiac. So you can withstand all matter of arsenal. Not even a laser will stop you." I said.

"Amazing. I like this new look. Silver exterior and a black leather interior was a stroke of genius." KITT replied.

I sold the Pontiac to a junkyard where it was crushed into a cube of scrap.

*Third Person POV*

Garath and Kitt drove home. Braedey and the girls saw Garath driving the Pontiac to the junkyard earlier.

"I guess, Kitt's gone, huh?" Braedey asked.

"No, Braedey. KITT is alive and well. Ain't that right, buddy?" I answered.

"Yes, Braedey. I am perfectly fine. I've been upgraded. This Aston Martin One-77 is what I am now. And I feel much better than I did while I was stuck in that dusty old Pontiac." KITT said.

Clover and the others were surprised to hear Kitt's voice.

"So, Garath designed this car as a new body for you?" Alex asked.

"Yes. I have never felt better." KITT answered.

"And you've probably never looked better either. I mean seriously. You look much better as an Aston Martin." Clover replied.