Napoleon Dynamite sat at the dining room table with Kip as Uncle Rico walked out from his room.
"Aren't you gonna give us breakfast?" Napoleon asked as he armed his pockets with the usual handful of tots.
"Come on Napoleon! You're almost a man get your own breakfast," Uncle Rico replied, clearly cranky.
"Maybe I will," Napoleon said, "Gosh," he finished under his breath.He sighed loud and long and got himself a pop tart while Uncle Rico rummaged around the kitchen for steak.
"Oh great we're out of steak!" Kip today you're going to have to go to the store and get some more!" Uncle Rico demanded and slammed his fist down on the countertop. Napoleon just watched the two while he broke a stale pop tart in half.
"Sorry, I have to pick up Lafawnduh at the bus stop," He said pulling up a knee sock.
Uncle Rico glared at them and then became refocused on Napoleon, "Go feed Tina breakfast before you miss the bus, because if you miss it, I'm not driving you."
Napoleon didn't bother to respond, so he grabbed the glass pan of smelly llama food and went out to feed Tina.
Napoleon got off the bus at school and whipped out his trusty chapstick. His lips hurt. Real bad. He rubbed the non-scented original flavored stick over his dry, cracked lips. He started to walk into school when he noticed s squishing sound made by each step on his left foot. He looked down and frowned. Llama poop. "Gross," Napoleon said as he strayed off the walk to wipe his foot on the grass, then continued into the school.
Napoleon sat up at the lunch table and looked over at Pedro who was slouched over his meal of a corn dog and peas. Napoleon dipped a tot into his ketchup, "Why didn't you ride your bike to school?" Pedro bit his corn dog, "I sold it." Napoleon, for once had his eyes fully open, "Why? Your bike was so sweet. You caught some serious air off that thing, like three feet." "I'm going to buy Summer something with the money," He said shrugging. "Summer Wheatly? I thought you gave up on her?" Napoleon said, clearly disagreeing with Pedro's decision. "Well when building her a cake didn't work I figured it's probably because she don't like cake. I'll build her something she does like," Pedro explained. "Idiot! I can't believe you did that," Napoleon saidm growing repulsed. Pedro just shrugged. They sat silently before Napoleon spoke again, "I think we're having our first fight." "Fight?" Pedro said, confused. "Yeah, we don't talk to eachother for a few days and they we say sorry or forgeth what we fought about and agree that it was stupid," Napoleon said before he looked back down at his tots. "Oh I see, well then I'll talk to you in a couple of days," Pedro said as he started on his peas. "Yeah," Napoleon said quietly.
English class was boring and there had been a sub, making it more boring. Napoleon could feel his lips were dry once again. They hurt bad. He pulled out his chapstick and was only millimeters from his cracked, dried lips when he was interrupted by the teachers squeaky, annoying voice, "What are you doing? This is English class, not makeover time!" Napoleon let out a long sigh, "I need my chapstick. My lips hurt bad. It's not my fault that I have to lug it around in my pocket all day in case my lips hurt, I have less room for my tots." "Well this is English, your lips will have to wait," The teacher said and started to turn around as the class giggled at the situation. Napoleon frowned, "It's just chapstick, gosh." The teacher heard his comment and quickly turned back on her heal, "Excuse me are you talking back?" "No," Napoleon said, still gripping his chapstick in the ready position. "Well give me your chapstick, I'm going to have to take it," The teacher said holding out her hand. "But this is my only chapstick are you crazy? Idiot," Napoleon said, upset. "Young man, you can get lip balm from the nurse, but I'm going to have to take your chapstick now," She said as she stuck her hand out farther. "Gross! Lip balm is a sorry excuse for chap stick, lip balm is for poseurs, plus it comes in all those gross flavors. What are you a sick-o?" Napoleon said as he put the cap on his chapstick. The classes giggles turned to snorts of laughter as the teacher came and grabbed the chapstick out of his hand, "Now you hush up, because of that you won't be getting your chapstick back," The teaher went back to the desk and put the used chapstick in her briefcase, "Quiet down class and get back to work." While the class was working Napoleon was quite upset. He angrily shoved a tot into his mouth from his pocket, he knew he had to get his chapstick back from that sick-o. But he would need help, but he'd have to call Deb because he and Pedro were in a fight and he would have to wait a few days to talk to him again. Napoleon opened his book but was still frowning at his sick-o teacher.
