Of Math Books and Cheese Fries
It had been a cloudless, and ghost less day, meaning two things for our favorite ghost hunting trio as they sit in their 8th hour classroom. It had been a restful… and boring day. All three of them were just seconds away from dying themselves from boredom, which, Tuckers trusty PDA says is, in fact, an actual cause of death.
Tick, tock, tick, the clock mocked.
As lancer turned around to face the board and proceeded to write down something nobody had the slightest whim of copying, a paper folded several times, landed on one, Sam Manson's desk. Opening it, she found detailed plans of a hilarious, if not ingenious way to end the week's blandest, and most sleep inducing class. Obviously one of her boyfriends' ideas, she couldn't help but smile as she thought about what was about to happen.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
She quickly scribbled out an answer, and tossed the plans over to Tucker, who scanned over it before smiling, writing an answer, and completed the circuit to Danny again.
Tick
Simultaneously, they all look back at each other, nod, and then get into position.
Danny laid his head on the desk, and started snoring just as Mr. Lancer had finished asking a question.
"Mr. Fenton!"
Right on cue, Sam chucked her (very thick) Math book at Danny, hitting him square in the head. she winced, but knew he could handle it, he's been through worse.
As planed Danny hopped up from 'his sleep' holding the book and shouting-
"42!"
Turning around looking completely confused and annoyed, he replied to Danny's out burst by saying
"Mr. Fenton…this is English class."
The class burst with laughter.
Danny looked at Mr. Lancer obviously confused and asked
"Then why did you hit me with a MATH book?"
Now really looking confused, Lancer replied
"…I didn't through tha-." He tried saying, but was quickly cut off by Sam and her part.
"Ohh! So now you're denying it!?!" I asked with fake disgust, as I stood up with my hands spread flat on my desk for support and effect.
"wh-" he tried again but was cut of by Tucker this time.
Tucker stood up almost just as I had and proceeded with his lines.
"This is an outrage! An outrage I say! My client has the right NOT to be lied to!
"But?-"
"You know what? No! I'm suing you! I'm suing this school! And I'm suing the guy who invented math class!
"…"
AND, you owe my client-Danny-two million dolla-"
"Three million!" Sam told him, hey, if you're going to ask for money you might as well make it even.
THREE million dollars, and THAT math book" Tucker concluded happily.
"I don't want the dame book!" Danny stage whispered to Tucker.
Three million dollars, and… and?"
"Cheese fries." Danny whisper to him.
"CHEESE FRIES!" Tuck quickly substituted, with out thinking, then abruptly drop his arms and looked at Danny questionably.
"Cheese fries?" he asked
"Cheese fries." Danny confirmed dreamily.
Tucker only shrugged his shoulders
"OK" returned to his earlier pose and yell
"Cheese fries!"
BRING!
Danny stands; smiles at Mr. Lancer and sais…
"Don't worry Mr. Lancer… you can pay me on Monday."
The class room empties out, leaving a very confused teacher, with one thing left to say…
"…But this is English class."