Author's Note: When I read my
reviews, I am commonly told that I leave some "loose ends". You know, that I leave
some aspects of the story unfinished. I do this for a reason. I try to make my
stories as much like the actual show as possible. And if you watch the show,
you'll see that in every episode, things are left unfinished. You may not have
noticed it before, but watch the show and you'll see exactly what I mean. You've
been warned, so PLEASE stop giving me reviews saying that I left unfinished
business. Use your imagination!
Krelboyne Hell Part 1
Malcolm sighed as he walked towards the Krelboyne classroom. His teacher, Caroline, was on maternity leave, after giving birth in the parking lot of the school. Caroline would be gone for 2 more months. There was supposed to be one main substitute, but the poor subs found the pressure too much to handle. Each sub quit after a few days, the geniuses were too hard to teach.
Malcolm found the string of substitutes annoying. He wished that one sub would actually stay for more than a week. It was too hard to keep adjusting to the different styles of teaching. Malcolm wondered what today's sub would be like.
When Malcolm entered the classroom, he found it in a state of utter chaos. Well, not utter chaos by normal standards. It was certainly chaos by Krelboyne standards, however. Seeing as how there was no teacher present, the Krelboynes were letting loose.
A group of Krelboynes was greedily stuffing their faces with candy. Not only were they eating candy before recess, but also they weren't using napkins. They felt like rebels. In a normal classroom, kids would be making paper airplanes and spitballs, and tossing them around the room. But not in this classroom. Here, another cluster of Krelboynes was making origami out of old homework. A few girls were drawing all over the dry erase board. Malcolm's friend Stevie was rummaging through Caroline's desk. Stevie made sure to make a mess out of the neat piles in the desk; piles which Caroline had spent many hours lovingly putting into perfect symmetry.
Malcolm was shocked. He had never seen the Krelboynes act like this before. "What are you guys doing?"
"We're…………taking…………….ad…………….vantage…………………of the fact…………..that……………there's……………..no adult……………….supervision. We're………..taking………………a walk……………on……………the wild side," Stevie gasped slowly.
"You think this is a walk on the wild side?" Malcolm was in disbelief. Although the Krelboynes had tried very hard to mess up the room, it was still cleaner than Malcolm's kitchen.
All of a sudden, the Krelboynes stopped whatever they were doing. This was because they had a voice. It was the voice of the principal, Mr. Goldman. Mr. Goldman was a short, fat, white haired man, a Santa Claus look a like. However, he was not so jolly as St. Nick. Mr. Goldman despised children. God only knows why he decided to become the principal of a school since he loathed kids so much. Probably because he loved bossing people around, and making people unhappy by giving them unmanageable workloads.
"Good morning children," he hissed.
"Good morning Mr. Goldman," the Krelboynes chorused.
"I see you have driven away another substitute. What do you have to say for yourselves?"
Silence. This simply made Mr. Goldman angrier. "Are you all mute? I thought this was supposed to be a class of geniuses. Obviously I was mistaken. I seem to have wandered into a kindergarten class."
No one spoke. Talking back to him would really make him unleash his wrath upon them. This was an unspoken rule that most of the kids knew about and tacitly followed. Stevie however, decided it would be best to ignore the rule.
"We're……………………sorry…………………..Mr.……………………..Goldman. We…………… didn't……………mean to. It's just that…………………the substitutes……………..don't…… like………….us. They………………..feel………………intimidated."
"Oh, they feel intimidated, do they? Well the fun is over! The new substitute will not tolerate any of this - this nonsense!" Mr. Goldman sputtered.
"Who's………………..the new………………….sub?" asked Stevie.
"Children, I would like you to meet Mr. Varf," Mr. Goldman ushered in a tall, dark man.
"Mr. Barf!" Malcolm snickered to Stevie.
Mr. Varf grinned maliciously at Malcolm. He had the smile and cunning look of a wolf. "Playtime," he said, "is over. Welcome to my world."
Mr. Goldman smiled at the terrified kids, and exited the room, leaving the poor frightened Krelboynes to fend for themselves.