When the scientist arrived at the high school, Goobie was separated from him and wandered into the huge building himself. He moved through pipes and vents until he found himself squeezing into an empty, steam filled locker room. There, he met his very second person; a screaming foreign student.
Honestly it was the scariest moment of Googie's new life; being screamed at and hit with deodorant and shoes. The terrified foreign student ended up fainting, collapsing, and cutting his hand on a locker. Curious by the blood from the student's hand, Goobie did the logical thing and absorbed it.
After a bit more of exploring, Goobie confronted a mirror and stared at it with his raisin eyes. From a mish mash of coincidental thoughts and decision making, Goobie began morphing himself. He's made himself a cube, a rectangle, and even a sphere before, but nothing like this. What he was doing began at a molecular level. The DNA he gathered from the scientist and the student helped him build a completely new shape; all he had to do was follow the DNA's instructions.
Eventually, Gabe</a> stood bare butted in the mirror. Not sure what to do, Goobie pokes at his new body until a person came into the room yelled at him. The guy called him, "Gabriel".
"Gabe, man, what are you doing here? You promised you'd help me get back at that science nerd- whoa." He stopped in his tracks and held up his hands.
The person examined the terrified Goobie and prodded him. "You're way chubbier than I thought! And why's you're hair blue? You only came here last week and you're already dying your hair? What's next; a nose ring?" He patted Goobie's right appendage with the back of his hand. "Take it easy, 'kay? I barley recognized you in the steam- anyways, put clothes on and meet me outside before Patch gets here. We'll make him pay together, right? 'Kay, see ya." He waved and left the room.
Goobie's form sagged and he laid on the floor. That was the very third person he met. At least nothing was thrown at him this time. Looking around the room, Goobie saw the limp feet of the unconscious student and pulled off his yellow shoes. He solidified his body and held the shoes against his own feet. He didn't know or understand clothes, but much like the cool DNA thing he did, he can copy. He wobbled onto his feet, the shoes, and began tugging more objects off of the unconscious student.