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.