"If Jackson were to inherit the ability of Mister Hyde, we might need to send him to Moster High. In fact, I think I will when he is older."

Dr. Jekyll said to his psychiatrist.

"If I were you, Doctor, I would have a little 'talk' with Mister Hyde. He would know if your son has been diagnosed, or given, that ability."

"Wonderful idea, Linda." Dr. Jekyll replied, packing up his brief case.

"I must go and pick up Jackson from day care. Can't stay there all day, can he?"

Dr. Jekyll said, winking at Linda. She let out a slight grin and directed him out the door.

"Oh, Doctor, I have a brochure a little girl handed me today. It's about a gathering with Monsters. You may want to look into it."

Dr. Jekyll took the brochure from Linda and scanned through it.

"I will. Thank you, Linda."

And he walked out the door.

...

. Dr. Jekyll drove up to the Minnie Land building and opened the door decorated with the words, "DAY CARE! 8D" He rolled his eyes playfully and looked around for his son. He walked up to the front desk and was immediately answered.

"Hello? Who are you looking for on this fine evening, sir?" A female voice said.

Her nametag read, 'Hello! My name is Nemo!' in very sloppy child handwriting.

"Well, Nemo, I am looking for Jackson."

The lady at the front desk grinned, and corrected him saying,

"Marie. And which Jackson are you looking for? Jackson Jekyll, Jackson Hardy, or Jackson McClintock?"

Dr. Jekyll was staring at the large attendance list curiously.

"Jackson Jekyll." He said, not looking up from the attendance list.

"Right this way." She said, taking Dr. Jekyll's hand as if it were a precious gem and leading him to a day care room.

"Jackson Jekyllllll~!" She said cheerfully, whistling and waving.

Jackson looked up and waved cheerfully, running up to his dad and hugging him. Dr. Jekyll laughed and thanked the kind young lady. He walked to his car and asked questions about how day care was, which was something Jackson was used to. Dr. Jekyll would always ask an important question at the end, like,

"Did anything make you angry in any way, shape, or form?"

"Did you get seriously injured in a way that you and anyone else were frightened by it?"

Jackson would always respond with a head shake,

"No, daddy."

"Good."

Dr. Jekyll would always respond. Once they reached the house, he unbuckled Jackson from his car seat and walked into their dark and eerie laboratory they called home.