A few hours later a pickup truck pulled into the school parking lot, next to the field. A short man with buckteeth and bifocals got out, holding a shovel. He sees the snow mound and pokes it with his shovel. He hits something solid, and curiosity got the better of him. He started to dig. After going at it for a few minutes, he completely unearthed a small child.
"Great Galloping Gophers! It’s a boy!!" He exclaims. "He’s dead, but still fresh... Good!"
He draged Timothy over to his pickup truck and threw him into the back. He then went to the front, pulled out his laptop and recorded his findings.

Hello, this is Dr. Doctor

Today I found a fresh, dead body to try out my newest experiments Today is my lucky day!

He then started his pickup and drove away.

Timothy woke up strapped to a bed, the kind that they use in mental hospitals. He tried to sit up and stretch, but the straps were to tight. So he looked around, trying to find an escape route. He saw a very ugly and nerdy man sleeping in a chair in the corner.
"He Mister, where am I?" He asked the stranger.
The man woke with a start and fell backwards in his chair. "Huh? Wha?"
He stood up and pushed his bifocals back up his nose. He stared in amazement for a few awkward seconds, then he jumped to his feet with tears in his eyes
"It worked I’m a genius!" He skipped towards Timothy’s bed and undid the restraints.
"Thankee much, mister What worked?" Timothy asked as he swung off of his bed.
Dr. Doctor ran up to Timothy and hugged him.
"Ahh, hands off the merchandise, mister..." Timothy growled.
Dr. Doctor’s eyes welled up with tears. "I have created LIFE!!!" He picked up Timothy and placed him in a cage hanging from a hook in the ceiling.
"Ok, robot, do your stuff!" he said. Timothy gave him a blank look. "Um, first of all, I’m not a robot. Second, what stuff?"
Dr. Doctor just laughed. "I’ll explain later. Just do something!"
Timothy sat in the cage for a while and thought. Then he smiled wickedly. "C’mere."
He said. Dr. Doctor approached Timothy. "What is it? What are you gonna do?"
Timothy stood up, turned around, and then farted. Not any old wussy fart, a real one. It was loud, wet, and toxic. Dr. Doctor gagged once, then fainted. Timothy kicked his cage open, did a celebration dance, then headed for the only door in the room, hoping it was the exit. He had his handle on the doorknob when a familiar voice cried out
"NOT SO FAST, BUCKO!"
Timothy turned around, but he saw nothing but some machines and the head of an old robot. He shrugged and was about to turn around when the head spoke!
"Hey Tim! Remember me, it is I, Bob the guy who is cool!"