Randy VIII giggled, screeched, and went running back across the yard to find more bugs for his brother.

Seven giggled, he loved seeing his brother so happy, he was feeling a little tired but not too sick so he sat and waited for Eight to bring him bugs, doing his best to keep his smile in place...

Randy VIII returned to him with a large grey moth, announcing its name in Schickelgruber. He placed it on Seven's lap.

Seven beamed and ruffled his hair, "It's beautiful, it's called a moth,"

Randy VIII listened carefully before trying to repeat the word. "Moff." Then he repeated the Schickelgruber name, associating the two. He looked up at Seven, studying him carefully, then reached out to pat his cheek with one dirt-covered little hand.

Seven gave him a smile that was only slightly strained, "That's good, 'moth', he praised.

Sensing that he wasn't feeling his best, Randy VIII climbed onto his lap and wrapped his arms around him.

Seven hugged him tightly, "I love you Baby Boy...."

Time went on, and soon enough Randy VIII had hit the age of three. This was the age around which Schickelgrubers were expected to be enrolled into Froufnac, which was a primary school. As with human schools, it consisted of multiple stages for varying age groups, starting with first-stage in which youngsters of Randy VIII's age honed their basic skills in reading, writing, mathematics, and various other social necessities.
By this time, Randy IV had gone to live at the military training facility, after which he would be moved into a home of his own. Randy V, now eleven, had moved up to secondary school that year, leaving Randys VI, VII, and VIII to go to the classes for their respective age groups within the same building.

Seven held his brother's hand, "Class will be fun! You'll make friends and get to learn new stuff and our break is at the same time so you can come and see me then," he said.

"OK," Eight replied merrily, rather excited to start school.
As they entered the walkway leading to the different stages, Six gave Seven and Eight each a kiss before turning down the hall. Randy VIII waved at him, then gave Seven a pat as it was time to part ways.

Seven watched Eight go before heading to his own class, when break came around he waited eagerly for his little brother to come and see him...

Randy VIII and his classmates headed outside, and Eight spotted Seven and quickly ran over to him. "Look what I got!" He removed from his pocket a single piece of striped candy, which he'd won from his teacher.

"That's great Baby Boy! How'd you get that?" asked Seven reaching out to rub his hair.

"I did all my maths the fastest," Randy VIII beamed.

"That's great! I knew you were smart!" said Seven, "I'm proud of you!"

Randy VIII grinned and bit the candy in half. "I give you a piece," he offered, holding out what was left for Seven.

Seven took it and popped it into his mouth, "Thanks Baby Boy!" he said. The moment was interrupted by a slightly older boy, "Aw, if it isn't to little babies," he leered at them.

Randy VIII frowned at him. "We are not babies!" he insisted through a mouthful of candy.

The boy (Who was only a few months older than Seven) gave Eight a shove, "don't talk with your mouth full, BABY,"

Randy VIII's little nostrils flared, his eyes widened, and he spit the chewed candy at the older boy's face.

The boy cried out and shoved Eight to the ground as hard as he could, it was then that Seven jumped on him, "Don't you touch my brother!"

"And don't call me a baby, either!" Randy VIII added as he stood and dusted himself off.

The older child punched Seven, knocking him over and bloodying his lip, "Babies! Babies! Babies!" he taunted.

Randy VIII let out a growl, though it wasn't very intimidating given his size, and pounced.

The older boy extended his fist to try and hit Randy VIII...

Before he could do so, Randy VIII was pummeling him left and right. One of the teachers was already rushing to the scene, calling for them to stop, but Randy VIII didn't seem to hear him and kept snarling and swinging until he'd been pulled away by the teacher.

Seven got up and tried to calm his brother, "Easy Baby Boy! It's ok! I ain't hurt bad!"

Randy VIII uttered a final growl as he started to settle down. All three boys were brought inside to tell what had happened and receive any medical attention they may have needed.

Seven recounted the incident from the point where Randy VIII had shared his candy up until the arrival of the teacher. The older boy confessed to egging them on but tried to say it was all a joke.

Randy VIII snapped his teeth at the other boy, daring him to "joke" that way again... And thus at the end of the school day, Seven and Eight got their first call home from school.

Seven shifted from foot to foot, wondering if his father would be angry with them....

Randy quietly assessed the situation as he looked them over, scanning them mentally and making sure that neither was badly injured. He seemed more intrigued than upset. "Why didn't you stop when the teacher was coming?" he asked Randy VIII, who looked down at the ground and shrugged.
"He... he asked for it," he muttered, not wanting to get into trouble but far from apologetic.

"He just got mad that's all!" said Seven stepping between his father and brother, "Don't be upset with him!"

Randy eyed the two of them for a moment, then reached down and gave Seven a gentle pat. "I am not upset," he replied, "but I do not want any more trouble out of my boys if they can help it. Understood?" Randy VIII nodded, though he wasn't making any promises and Randy seemed to know it.

Seven nodded, "I'll do my best!" he promised.

Randy smiled a bit. "I know you will." He made a mental note to keep a close eye on Randy VIII...

Seven smiled and took his brother's hand, "C'mon Eight! I wanna show you the frog I found!"

Randy VIII perked up immediately and followed after him, while Randy went to write a few notes on what had happened for the sake of observation. He doubted it would be the only such incident, and with good reason...

Randy VIII was soon categorized as warrior class, and made to attend regular gym training sessions with his father. However, it didn't end there, as despite regular training, Eight seemed more inclined toward aggression than was normal even for warrior-class Schickelgrubers. He was eager to turn small quarrels into much bigger fights, and was never satisfied to let his opponents back out.
During one fight in particular, he pressed the other boy's face against the ground and sat on top of him. "How do you like eatin' dirt, you baby?" he jeered, attempting to rile the boy so that he'd continue fighting back despite the fact that he was already quite badly beaten. Eight swatted at the back of the boy's head until he tried to raise himself and take a swing at him, which was all the excuse Eight needed to shove him back down to the ground, knocking out one of his teeth.

When the incidents occurred around Seven he'd try to calm his younger brother down, even to the point of physically restraining him, a task that was becoming increasingly difficult as time went by...