RECESS: THE LOVE OF THEODORE AND
ASHLEY
By: E-Kid
Note: The author of this story (i.e., me) does not own the "Recess" characters. Everything pertaining to "Recess" is created by Paul Germain and Joe Ansolabehere, and the property of Disney.
PROLOGUE
T.J. and the gang are now at the end of their fifth grade year. Everyone - like The Diggers, The Ashleys, Swinger Girl, Guru Kid, and Hustler Kid - is still doing their jobs on the playground. Menlo is still organizing files in the office, Upside-down girl is still hanging.....well, upside-down, even Randall is still snitching for Miss Finster, who hasn't slowed down a bit in her detention-giving and playground-lurking. Principal Prickly - although now without his toupee - is still making his authority acknowledged every chance he gets. However, even with all these recognizable scenes, a change is about to take place at Third Street - namely, the choosing of a new King of the Playground! But, this change is not nearly as large as the one that is about to happen between two close friends. This story is about the one thing in "Recess" that is seldom talked about, but is also the one thing that every "Recess" fan wants to witness.....the undeniable love of T.J. Detweiler and Ashley Spinelli.
CHAPTER 1: THE NEW KING!
"All right, pipe down you hooligans!" shouted an angry Miss Finster. All of the assembled fifth graders fell into a five-second hush, then began whispering again. Miss Finster sighed and turned to Principal Prickly.
"Sir, why do we have to go through this every year? We don't need some brat to solve problems on the playground. That's why I'm here, remember?
"Don't be silly, Miss Finster." Principal Prickly reassured her. "You know as well as I do that these kids are more likely to listen to one of their own in authority than us. Besides, it eases my workload as well as yours - by keeping the little brats out of my office while I'm practicing golf - er, uhh, I mean, organizing reports." Prickly cleared his throat as Finster gave him a glance. "Now let's hurry up and do this so I can get out of this auditorium and onto the nearest green!"
While the grown-ups were talking, T.J. Detweiler and his gang - Ashley Spinelli, Vince LaSalle, Gretchen Grundler, Mikey Blumberg, and Gus Griswold- were talking, as well as the other fifth graders.
"Well guys, the reign of King Freddie is officially over!" T.J. said with content.
"Yeah, I think I'm gonna miss him." sighed Vince. "It was nice to have a king that was in touch with his athletic side for once."
"Not to mention he was way better than that jerk Bob!" growled Spinelli.
"Wow Spinelli," Gus jumped in, "Are you sure you're not saying that just because King Freddie liked your toughness and King Bob thought you were annoying?"
"Watch it, four eyes!" threatened Spinelli.
"Now, Spinelli, there's no need for that," Gretchen scolded, since she also wore glasses.
"Anyway, now it's time for a new king" T.J. said happily, "a king that's fair, popular, and has a lot of heart, and I think we all know who that's gonna be - "
"Aww, thanks, Teej." Vince interrupted, "I knew that you'd figure out that the number one on my shirt stood for something. Actually, there could be some competition for me. Maybe."
"Uh, Vince, ol' buddy?" T.J. said with a laugh."I was talking about me. After all, everyone likes me - well, except for that Gordie kid - but seriously, if anyone owns this election, it's yours truly. I've even prepared to switch from my trademark red cap to my new crown!"
"What?" Vince said, a bit annoyed. "Look Teej, I'll admit, you're a good man for the job, but me? I'm the best man!"
"Best...MAN?" said Spinelli. "Uh, excuse me, but the last time I checked, the election was open to girls, too. And this girl's gonna win for sure!" she said, thumbing to herself. "And when I do win, I'm keepin' my orange ski cap and ditchin' the stupid crown! Don't forget, nearly everyone in our grade's afraid of me, as they should be, so I've got this election in the bag. No one'll dare cross me by not voting for me!"
"Okay, see that right there?" Vince informed Spinelli, "That attitude's the main reason why you won't win this election, no offense. You see Spinelli, a person with style and finesse, like me, always comes out on top in any election. You gotta be cool, smart - "
"Smart?!?" Spinelli said in disbelief. "Said the guy who once publicly quoted lines from that "Nitwitz" movie - after everyone was already sick of hearing about it, mind you - just so he could get grounded for watching it when he wasn't supposed to!!"
"Well, at least I never PUBLICLY called Miss Grotke "mama" in front of the whole school!!" Vince growled in defense. They gave each other dirty looks.
"People, people, please!!" shouted Gretchen. In a more relaxed tone, she continued "It seems to me that you three are forgetting that the odds of any of you being elected are pretty slim. Why, practically anyone can win...even, say, a certain highly qualified, straight-A female student."
"What!?!" shouted T.J., Spinelli, and Vince. Vince was already about to let Gretchen know why he didn't think she'd win, when Mikey stepped in.
"Dear friends, don't you see? This election is driving us apart, when it should actually be bringing us together in appreciation for the new ruler of the playground, whomever he or she may be. Don't let one little election get in the way of what we all truly treasure - our friendship."
The three arguing friends looked at each other with a bit of embarrassment, then T.J. said "Aw, I'm sorry you guys. Truth is, I'd be happy if any of us won. I mean, either way, we could always call in personal favors to the new ruler, right?"
The three friends all agreed and apologized. Just then, Miss Finster spoke up. "All right, you munchkins, quiet down! Principal Prickly finished counting all the votes, and we have a new ruler." Principal Prickly passed her a folded piece of paper with a look of disgust on his face. Miss Finster opened the paper and continued. "The new ruler of the playground is.....T.J. Detweiler?!?"
A collective gasp was heard from all of the fifth graders, quickly followed by a loud cheer. Everyone knew that T.J. would make the perfect king, particularly because of his well-known strong belief in justice. As everyone began chanting his name, T.J. had a look of shock on his face, as if he thought he was hallucinating. Then Gus confirmed it for him.
"Wow! Congratulations, T.J. - er, I mean, King T.J.!"
Gretchen joined in. "Gadzooks, T.J.! You've been voted the new king! Do you have any idea of the number of possibilities that'll arise from this?"
T.J. was still in a state of shock. "I.....I......."
"Wow, T.J.! Hey, I bet now you could finally keep that rat Randall in his place!" Vince suggested.
"Or even teach those dumb Ashleys a thing or two!" Spinelli added.
"Perhaps your first order of business could be to appoint me as your royal bard" Mikey added. "My poetry will surely aid you in your everyday kingly activities."
"Get real, Mikey" Spinelli butted in. "Everybody knows that a king needs protection first and foremost, i.e. a bodyguard, i.e. me! Right, Teej?"
"I'm the new king?" T.J. asked, slowly but surely understanding what was just said. "I...I'm the new king." Then T.J. slowly smiled. "I'm the new king! Oh man, do you guys know what this means? The possibilities...the opportunities...TENDER!"
"That's what we're sayin', man!" Vince said.
At the front of the auditorium, Miss Finster was pleading with Principal Prickly to recount the votes. "But sir, we can't have that troublemaker take rule over the playground! I know that boy Detweiler; he'll cause havoc on the first day of school!" she said sternly.
"Miss Finster, I don't want that boy to have authority any more than you do," Prickly said to her, thinking back to the time when T.J. was chosen to be principal-for-a-day, and decided to give all-day recess and free ice cream to the school. "But tradition is tradition, and besides, right now the only thing on my mind is beating my brother at golf. So consider the matter closed! All right you children, this assembly is over. Go back to your classes!". Prickly walked out of the auditorium quickly, with Miss Finster still following with her protests.
All of the fifth graders got up and left the auditorium, but not before congratulating T.J. on his big win. As they walked out, everyone could be heard talking to or about their new king.
"Hey T.J.," Digger Dave called out. "can me and Sam dig a royal moat around your throne?"
"Yeah, we've always wanted to do that" Digger Sam said.
"A royal moat, huh?" T.J. thought. "Sure!" he responded, already set in his newfound authority. "Why not? It'll keep any intruders from sneak-attacking me from behind. Great idea, guys!"
"Hey T.J,." Hustler Kid called out. "I got a nice crown and scepter set right here. Looks just like real gold for real power. Whaddaya say, huh? Only five bucks."
"I'm interested," T.J. responded. "We'll deal later, Hustler Kid."
"Uh! T.J. Detweiler?!" said Ashley A. to her fellow Ashleys in disgust. "Like, I thought for sure that I would win. I mean, like, look at me! Don't you girls agree that a fashion queen like me should be the queen of the playground?"
The three other Ashleys said "Like, for sure!". Then Ashley Q. said "But seriously Ashley A., we all know that that T.J. Detweiler boy's, like, the most popular boy in our grade. Actually, I'm not that surprised that he won. I mean, he can be a total dork at times, but he does, like, help everyone out when he can. He's not so bad."
"Not...so...BAD?!?" Ashley A. screamed. "Like, are you forgetting that back in fourth grade, he gave us those stupid funny valentines? And, like, don't get me started on how many times he broke into our clubhouse! Anyway, Ashleys, don't worry; I'll find a way to take my proper place as queen somehow!"
"But Ashley A., like, how are you gonna do that? The election's over." Ashley B. then informed Ashley A. "The only possible way you can be the queen now is if T.J., like, steps down from his position! And there's no way that's gonna happen."
"No," Ashley A. said sinisterly, "but there is another method - blackmail!! All we have to do is get some dirt on him, then use it to, like, totally force him off the throne! This'll take some extensive research, of course, but I'll find it! And when I do, the Ashleys will finally have every fashion-depraved monkey in Third Street, like, totally under their control!"
At this point, the four fashion-obsessed friends shouted their trademark phrase, "SCANDALOUS!!"
ASHLEY
By: E-Kid
Note: The author of this story (i.e., me) does not own the "Recess" characters. Everything pertaining to "Recess" is created by Paul Germain and Joe Ansolabehere, and the property of Disney.
PROLOGUE
T.J. and the gang are now at the end of their fifth grade year. Everyone - like The Diggers, The Ashleys, Swinger Girl, Guru Kid, and Hustler Kid - is still doing their jobs on the playground. Menlo is still organizing files in the office, Upside-down girl is still hanging.....well, upside-down, even Randall is still snitching for Miss Finster, who hasn't slowed down a bit in her detention-giving and playground-lurking. Principal Prickly - although now without his toupee - is still making his authority acknowledged every chance he gets. However, even with all these recognizable scenes, a change is about to take place at Third Street - namely, the choosing of a new King of the Playground! But, this change is not nearly as large as the one that is about to happen between two close friends. This story is about the one thing in "Recess" that is seldom talked about, but is also the one thing that every "Recess" fan wants to witness.....the undeniable love of T.J. Detweiler and Ashley Spinelli.
CHAPTER 1: THE NEW KING!
"All right, pipe down you hooligans!" shouted an angry Miss Finster. All of the assembled fifth graders fell into a five-second hush, then began whispering again. Miss Finster sighed and turned to Principal Prickly.
"Sir, why do we have to go through this every year? We don't need some brat to solve problems on the playground. That's why I'm here, remember?
"Don't be silly, Miss Finster." Principal Prickly reassured her. "You know as well as I do that these kids are more likely to listen to one of their own in authority than us. Besides, it eases my workload as well as yours - by keeping the little brats out of my office while I'm practicing golf - er, uhh, I mean, organizing reports." Prickly cleared his throat as Finster gave him a glance. "Now let's hurry up and do this so I can get out of this auditorium and onto the nearest green!"
While the grown-ups were talking, T.J. Detweiler and his gang - Ashley Spinelli, Vince LaSalle, Gretchen Grundler, Mikey Blumberg, and Gus Griswold- were talking, as well as the other fifth graders.
"Well guys, the reign of King Freddie is officially over!" T.J. said with content.
"Yeah, I think I'm gonna miss him." sighed Vince. "It was nice to have a king that was in touch with his athletic side for once."
"Not to mention he was way better than that jerk Bob!" growled Spinelli.
"Wow Spinelli," Gus jumped in, "Are you sure you're not saying that just because King Freddie liked your toughness and King Bob thought you were annoying?"
"Watch it, four eyes!" threatened Spinelli.
"Now, Spinelli, there's no need for that," Gretchen scolded, since she also wore glasses.
"Anyway, now it's time for a new king" T.J. said happily, "a king that's fair, popular, and has a lot of heart, and I think we all know who that's gonna be - "
"Aww, thanks, Teej." Vince interrupted, "I knew that you'd figure out that the number one on my shirt stood for something. Actually, there could be some competition for me. Maybe."
"Uh, Vince, ol' buddy?" T.J. said with a laugh."I was talking about me. After all, everyone likes me - well, except for that Gordie kid - but seriously, if anyone owns this election, it's yours truly. I've even prepared to switch from my trademark red cap to my new crown!"
"What?" Vince said, a bit annoyed. "Look Teej, I'll admit, you're a good man for the job, but me? I'm the best man!"
"Best...MAN?" said Spinelli. "Uh, excuse me, but the last time I checked, the election was open to girls, too. And this girl's gonna win for sure!" she said, thumbing to herself. "And when I do win, I'm keepin' my orange ski cap and ditchin' the stupid crown! Don't forget, nearly everyone in our grade's afraid of me, as they should be, so I've got this election in the bag. No one'll dare cross me by not voting for me!"
"Okay, see that right there?" Vince informed Spinelli, "That attitude's the main reason why you won't win this election, no offense. You see Spinelli, a person with style and finesse, like me, always comes out on top in any election. You gotta be cool, smart - "
"Smart?!?" Spinelli said in disbelief. "Said the guy who once publicly quoted lines from that "Nitwitz" movie - after everyone was already sick of hearing about it, mind you - just so he could get grounded for watching it when he wasn't supposed to!!"
"Well, at least I never PUBLICLY called Miss Grotke "mama" in front of the whole school!!" Vince growled in defense. They gave each other dirty looks.
"People, people, please!!" shouted Gretchen. In a more relaxed tone, she continued "It seems to me that you three are forgetting that the odds of any of you being elected are pretty slim. Why, practically anyone can win...even, say, a certain highly qualified, straight-A female student."
"What!?!" shouted T.J., Spinelli, and Vince. Vince was already about to let Gretchen know why he didn't think she'd win, when Mikey stepped in.
"Dear friends, don't you see? This election is driving us apart, when it should actually be bringing us together in appreciation for the new ruler of the playground, whomever he or she may be. Don't let one little election get in the way of what we all truly treasure - our friendship."
The three arguing friends looked at each other with a bit of embarrassment, then T.J. said "Aw, I'm sorry you guys. Truth is, I'd be happy if any of us won. I mean, either way, we could always call in personal favors to the new ruler, right?"
The three friends all agreed and apologized. Just then, Miss Finster spoke up. "All right, you munchkins, quiet down! Principal Prickly finished counting all the votes, and we have a new ruler." Principal Prickly passed her a folded piece of paper with a look of disgust on his face. Miss Finster opened the paper and continued. "The new ruler of the playground is.....T.J. Detweiler?!?"
A collective gasp was heard from all of the fifth graders, quickly followed by a loud cheer. Everyone knew that T.J. would make the perfect king, particularly because of his well-known strong belief in justice. As everyone began chanting his name, T.J. had a look of shock on his face, as if he thought he was hallucinating. Then Gus confirmed it for him.
"Wow! Congratulations, T.J. - er, I mean, King T.J.!"
Gretchen joined in. "Gadzooks, T.J.! You've been voted the new king! Do you have any idea of the number of possibilities that'll arise from this?"
T.J. was still in a state of shock. "I.....I......."
"Wow, T.J.! Hey, I bet now you could finally keep that rat Randall in his place!" Vince suggested.
"Or even teach those dumb Ashleys a thing or two!" Spinelli added.
"Perhaps your first order of business could be to appoint me as your royal bard" Mikey added. "My poetry will surely aid you in your everyday kingly activities."
"Get real, Mikey" Spinelli butted in. "Everybody knows that a king needs protection first and foremost, i.e. a bodyguard, i.e. me! Right, Teej?"
"I'm the new king?" T.J. asked, slowly but surely understanding what was just said. "I...I'm the new king." Then T.J. slowly smiled. "I'm the new king! Oh man, do you guys know what this means? The possibilities...the opportunities...TENDER!"
"That's what we're sayin', man!" Vince said.
At the front of the auditorium, Miss Finster was pleading with Principal Prickly to recount the votes. "But sir, we can't have that troublemaker take rule over the playground! I know that boy Detweiler; he'll cause havoc on the first day of school!" she said sternly.
"Miss Finster, I don't want that boy to have authority any more than you do," Prickly said to her, thinking back to the time when T.J. was chosen to be principal-for-a-day, and decided to give all-day recess and free ice cream to the school. "But tradition is tradition, and besides, right now the only thing on my mind is beating my brother at golf. So consider the matter closed! All right you children, this assembly is over. Go back to your classes!". Prickly walked out of the auditorium quickly, with Miss Finster still following with her protests.
All of the fifth graders got up and left the auditorium, but not before congratulating T.J. on his big win. As they walked out, everyone could be heard talking to or about their new king.
"Hey T.J.," Digger Dave called out. "can me and Sam dig a royal moat around your throne?"
"Yeah, we've always wanted to do that" Digger Sam said.
"A royal moat, huh?" T.J. thought. "Sure!" he responded, already set in his newfound authority. "Why not? It'll keep any intruders from sneak-attacking me from behind. Great idea, guys!"
"Hey T.J,." Hustler Kid called out. "I got a nice crown and scepter set right here. Looks just like real gold for real power. Whaddaya say, huh? Only five bucks."
"I'm interested," T.J. responded. "We'll deal later, Hustler Kid."
"Uh! T.J. Detweiler?!" said Ashley A. to her fellow Ashleys in disgust. "Like, I thought for sure that I would win. I mean, like, look at me! Don't you girls agree that a fashion queen like me should be the queen of the playground?"
The three other Ashleys said "Like, for sure!". Then Ashley Q. said "But seriously Ashley A., we all know that that T.J. Detweiler boy's, like, the most popular boy in our grade. Actually, I'm not that surprised that he won. I mean, he can be a total dork at times, but he does, like, help everyone out when he can. He's not so bad."
"Not...so...BAD?!?" Ashley A. screamed. "Like, are you forgetting that back in fourth grade, he gave us those stupid funny valentines? And, like, don't get me started on how many times he broke into our clubhouse! Anyway, Ashleys, don't worry; I'll find a way to take my proper place as queen somehow!"
"But Ashley A., like, how are you gonna do that? The election's over." Ashley B. then informed Ashley A. "The only possible way you can be the queen now is if T.J., like, steps down from his position! And there's no way that's gonna happen."
"No," Ashley A. said sinisterly, "but there is another method - blackmail!! All we have to do is get some dirt on him, then use it to, like, totally force him off the throne! This'll take some extensive research, of course, but I'll find it! And when I do, the Ashleys will finally have every fashion-depraved monkey in Third Street, like, totally under their control!"
At this point, the four fashion-obsessed friends shouted their trademark phrase, "SCANDALOUS!!"
