(This is based on Season 1 Episode 8 of Malcolm In The Middle.)

Today was the Family Pic-Nic that was organised Circus Themed by Mrs. Miller. Every qtudents of the Kreylboynes class had to bring their families and was going to do a small show on a stage to show off their intelligence. Problem? This fell the week when Francis was back home for Military School for the week-end.

And... He was worried about his family treating him differently after they'd see him doing his show.

And... Also about your reaction.

"Um... Could somebody please show me some credit cards?" Malcolm asked, looking around the crowd as he stood in the middle of the stage.

Then, two men, probably random parents from other Krelboynes, stood up, showing for barely three seconds their credit cards to Malcolm.

"Okay. The numbers on them are 3699-7412-6823-9140 and 3424-1804-1835-3668." Malcolm said, his head tilting slightly upwards as his eyes closed, as he spoke the numbers by memory.

"He's right!" One of the men then shouted, his head turning to look over at the crowd, which hummed and applauded quickly.

"Okay. If you add the individual digits on each card, you get seventy-four and sixty-six. If you multiply those numbers, you get four thousand eight hundred eighty-four." Malcolm then stated, his voice enfance by the microphone he was speaking into.

"How do we even know he's right?" Dorene, an annoying mother of one of the Kreylboynes said, her arms raising in annoyance.

"Oh, he's right." One of the Kreylboynes, a red-haired one, retorted, holding up a calculator he had in hands as he was doing the calculuses to make sure Malcolm's results were right.

The crowd hummed ans whispered slightly, before Malcolm then qtarted speaking again.

"Four thousand eight hundred eighty-four squared is twenty-three million eight hundred fifty-three thousand and four hundred fifty-six. The square root of four thousand eight hundred eighty-four is sixty-nine and eight hundred eighty-five thousands. The square root of that is eight and three thousand five hundred ninety-seven ten thousands." Malcolm then kept going.

"Factor it!" Stevie wheezed.

"The factors are two hundred thirty-two and seventy-three." Malcolm answered, giving the result of anything the other Krelboynes students were asking him to do.

"Multiply it by pi." An another one shouted, all of the Kreylboynes grinning widely as Malcolm was doing his show.

"Twenty-six and two hundred sixty-one thousands." He said.

"Cube it!" The one with the calculator in hand shouted.

"Five hundred eighty-four and two hundred and fourteen thousands." Malcolm replied.

"The arc tangent?" One with braces yelled.

"Eighty-nine and nine-tenths degrees." Malcolm answered again, speaking into the microphone.

"Natural log!" An another asked again.

"Six and three thousand six hundred ninety-nine ten thousands." Malcolm answered. And the criwd was starting to hum and whisper among themselves the more Malcolm did his show.

"What's the reciprocal?" The older brother of the red-haired Kreylboyne student asked, his arms crossed.

"Seventeen ten thousands." Malcolm replied, his eyes drifting to the older guy who asked him the question.

"In base eight!" An another shouted.

"Eleven thousand four hundred thirty-one." Malcolm answered, yet again.

"What's the capital of Iceland?" An another of the Kreylboynes students asked, the whole class of gifted students exited as hell looking at Malcolm doing his show.

"Reykjavik. But that's not math." Malcolm finally said, his eyes re-opening and glancing down at his classmates.

Meanwhile, the crowd of families started applauding Malcolm as he stood on the stage, while the Kreylboynes started chanting Malcolm's name.

"Malcolm, Malcolm, Malcolm!" They shouted altogether.

Malcolm, him, tho, glanced towards his family and you, a smile on his face, but when he saw the faces of his mother (Lois), father (Hal) and oldest brother (Francis), his smile faded, worried his family would now start seeing him as a freak.