Thursday the 13th of December, 2007
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me; a partridge in a pear tree.
"Kids, please be quiet. Please? Pretty please with sprinkles on top?" said a very stressed Miss Templeman. The year nine pupils of Saint Hopes paid her no attention. Mr Flatley was used to this. He calmly walked over to the CD player, and pressed play. Almost instantly, the room was filled with a deafening noise which, if you listened closely enough, vaguely resembled 'The Twelve Days of Christmas'. It was instrumental, only the tuba was in tune.
"That was our school orchestra's lovely rendition of Silent Night." said Mr Flatley. Miss Templeman whispered something in his ear. "Sorry, not Silent Night, The Twelve Days of Christmas." he said, now slightly flustered.
"And what of it, you may ask," said Miss Templeman, feigning excitement. No one else looked interested. She carries on anyway. "Well, your year has been selected to put on the Nativity Play. Isn't that exciting?" Still no enthusiasm. At that point, the bell rang. "Saved by the bell." muttered Miss Templeman as the Year Nines filed out.
In HQ, the team were not at all interested in the Nativity Play. Lenny however, was brainstorming ways to help Miss Templeman with it as best he could. Rose was doing a logic grid puzzle, and Blane and Daisy were flirting with each other.
Meanwhile, upstairs, in the yard, the Nativity Play was one of the topics being discussed. Zara was saying that Mary was only 15 when she had Jesus and Leticia was saying that her mum would kill her if she had a kid at that age, and Kayleigh was saying that her mum would probably be fine with it. Fifty Pence was saying that it might be like that movie, whatever it was called, the one with Martin Freeman. Stuart had said, did he mean 'Nativity', and Fifty had said yes, he did mean that one.
Later on, at lunchtime, the same group, plus Daisy and Blane were eating their lunch there, underneath the pear tree. They were talking about Flatley's stupid tie when they heard a buzzing sound above them. They looked up. There was a camera disguised as a partridge. Most of the group ran away, Fifty muttering that he told them so, and the Knee-High High were trying to steal their ideas.
"What are we going to do? It might be SKUL technology!" said Daisy, worried.
"Easy, I'll just climb the tree and take it out." replied Blane. He grabbed onto some low branches, and climbed up the tree, but missed his footing and fell. Daisy ran to him.
"Blane! Are you okay?" At this point, Rose walked over.
"What do you think?" she said sarcastically. She removed a screwdriver from her pocket, pointed it at the camera, disabling it. She then shook the base, causing the camera to fall out. Now that it was disabled, it could no longer fly. She gestured to the other two.
"C'mon, we've got to go show this to Lenny. Daisy, you can carry or drag Blane along."
"It looks a like the sort of thing SKUL might do. We'll have the MI9 boffins onto this one. It's certainly a great bit of tech, I wonder if MI9 could create some." said Lenny, looking thoughtfully at the machine in his hands. Blane wasn't really listening, he was thinking about other things. Nice things. Things that started with 'D' and ended with 'Y'.
"Well done, Fenton."
Guys, this is the first chapter of my latest fic, it is before Spy Animals, so MI9 don't know about Silas Fenton yet. It is set Christmas 2007, so during series 1. And Nativity came out in 2009, but still, a tiny mistake, who's gonna know?
Tom: Your readers will, Luna. You just told them.
Me: Oops, But anyway, tell me what you liked/disliked, what did you guys like about the vague speech at break time. It was supposed to be slightly funny, but it might just have been confusing? Anyway, the story is based along the lines of the song, The Twelve Days of Christmas
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