Chapter 1

One day, Ms. Frizzle and her class were sitting in their chairs, silent. Ms. Frizzle stared out into the crowd of students, her eyes twitching. The day had come. Not the day she had been looking forward to since her arrival at Walkerville Elementary. Today was the day she went on possibly one of the most amazing trips the group could go on. The class pet, Liz, sat sleepily on her desk. Arnold sat in his seat, sweating. He hated going on trips on their Magic School Bus. But today was different. He felt ready.

Arnold stood up, chest stuck up, raising his hand, waiting for his beloved Ms. Frizzle to respond.

She did not.

Arnold stood there silently, but persistently, hoping with every ounce of strength in his body, that Ms. Frizzle would finally accept him as her favorite student. His classmate, the cocky Dorothy, always was her favorite.

Today, Arnold would not stand for it. Not one bit. Ms. Frizzle paid no attention to him. She stared, and stared, and stared, not moving, not reacting. A slight smirk was etched across her lips, as she knew their upcoming trip was not soon to be forgotten.

Arnold's tongue stuck out of his mouth, as he raised his hand as far as it would reach. Feeling the blood rush down his arm, he slightly bent his arm, but grabbed his wrist with his other hand, trying to keep it up, and force his teacher to give notice. Arnold became impatient.

Arnold coughed. Ms. Frizzle did not respond. She twitched her eye in excitement. Anger began to flood through Arnold's body, his persistent happiness replaced by an undying passion to get some respect out of that Ms. Frizzle.

Finally, Arnold could take no more. He began to walk towards Ms. Frizzle's desk. Ralphie, the class athlete and clown, stared in shock. Ms. Frizzle looked back at Phoebe, the Irish student, who gave no attention to Arnold.

Arnold finally arrived at the desk. Ms. Frizzle did not look to the side to acknowledge Arnold. She simply gazed off into the distance in anticipation.

Finally, Arnold spoke.

"…erm…Ms. Frizzle?"

Ms. Frizzle blinked, and finally, slowly, turned to the nervous Arnold. Arnold began to sweat profusely. What was she going to say?

"…Ms. Frizzle, um…I, uh…I…I just want you to know that I am ready for today's trip…"

Arnold had known he had gone too far. Ms. Frizzle suddenly jumped and turned to the class. Then back to Arnold. Suddenly, Ms. Frizzle jumped to her feet, grabbed Arnold by the shoulders, and forced him to the wall. The students gasped in shock.

"…M-Ms. Frizzle…y-you're scaring me…"

Ms. Frizzle did not respond. She went back to her desk and sat down, reaching into the cupboard nearby. Out she pulled a thin string. She then pulled it back, the class staring over nervously.

The ceiling suddenly opened up, and a large group of instruments fell from the sky. Drumsticks, drums, maracas, tubas, and other things dropped to the floor. The drumsticks flew across the room, bouncing off desks and the walls, hitting several students.

Ms. Frizzle suddenly opened her mouth, inhaling loudly.

"TODAY, WE MAKE…THE FRIZZLEZ, OUR NEW BAND!"

Students groaned in agony. Wanda was on the ground, bleeding. Keesha's eye swelling up after being struck by a drumstick. And Phoebe slid to the floor, unconscious.

"NOW, EVERYONE OUTSIDE. EEHHHLLEEEETTT'S GOOOO!"

Ms. Frizzle grabbed Arnold by the hair and dragged him across the room. Tears began to pour out of Arnold's eyes as Carlos began to yell.

"Ms. Frizzle, stop! You're hurting—"

Ms. Frizzle grabbed a maraca and threw it at Carlos, hitting him in the nose, which began to gush blood.

"Agh, Ms. Frizzle! I think you broke my nose!"

"NO TIME FOR THAT! EHHHLLEEETTT'SSS GOOOO!"

Eventually, after the initial pain and agony, the pained group (along with their ever so exciting Ms. Frizzle) and their instruments piled onto the bus, which naturally sat in the bus loop.

"ALRIGHT, CLASS, ARE YOU READY TO MAKE SOME MUSIC?!"

"I am, heheh." Ralphie said as the rest of the class murmured many declining responses.

"NEVER SAY NEVER YOUNG MAN!" Ms. Frizzle cried at Ralphie.

"B-but Ms. Frizzle, I never did say nev—" Ralphie began as Ms. Frizzle scratched her nails against the seat, sending tears across the multicolored leather.

"ALRIGHT, EVERYONE GRAB AN INSTRUMENT!" Ms. Frizzle exclaimed in happiness.

"Ms. Frizzle," Dorothy slowly said. "…where is Wanda?"

"WHAT'S THAT?!" Ms. Frizzle screamed. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE LEARNING!"

The rest of the class attempted to respond, but were suddenly shocked as a drum rolled out of Arnold's seat and fell to the ground, sending a sickening crunch across the stationary bus.

"…Ms. Frizzle…?" Phoebe began. "…what did that drum just fall onto?"

Ms. Frizzle launched across the bus, her eyes twitching. She grabbed the drum and threw it out the window. She then looked at, and rolled over, what was discovered to be…

"Oh my gosh, Liz!" Keesha screamed. "She's been crushed!"

Ms. Frizzle chuckled and picked up the deceased lizard, which was nothing more than a shell of the group's beloved former pet.

"WELL, ISN'T THAT A TIDDLY-TOODLY-TOT-TINKLE-TABBLE-TURRB?!" Ms. Frizzle exhaled. She suddenly wrenched her two hands around the body and began to twist, as if she was wringing a towel dry.

The kids screamed, many began to cry.

"MS. FRIZZLE!" Arnold sobbed. "What are you do—"

Arnold was silenced as the head of Liz was tossed into his lap. Arnold let out an ear-piercing cry as he slumped to the ground, his shirt covered in blood by the inanimate head.

Ms. Frizzle took a large bite out of the rest of the body, and spit it out onto Arnold's unconscious body. She tossed the remains out the window and walked to the front of the bus.

"ALRIGHT, CLASS! EEHHHLLEEETTT'S GOOOOO!"

Ms. Frizzle squealed in happiness as she grabbed the lever and forced it down. The bus stuttered and suddenly stopped. Ms. Frizzle simply stared.

"…what…?! Come on you stupid—"She began as she forced the lever down as far as it could go. With all of her strength, she forced the lever down with all of her possible strength.

And suddenly, Ms. Frizzle's grasp never left the handle as it snapped off the hinges and fell to the floor, sparks emitting everywhere. The class, excluding the unconscious Arnold and the possibly dead Wanda, edged to the farthest corners of their seats as the bus began to shake violently.

"YES! OH, YES! YES! YEEESSSS!" Ms. Frizzle moaned in pleasure. "IT'S WOOOORRKKIIINNGGAAAHHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAWWWWW!"

Lights began to flash all around the surrounding area. The school, ground, sky, and everything else around them disappeared as they felt the bus begin to twist inside out. The bus continued to rotate around, the back remaining in one spot, while the front curved toward it. The two parts connected, forming a donut-like vehicle. The middle was finally filled in by multicolored objects, each with a different amount of money printed upon it.

"What's happening, Ms. Frizzle?!" Keesha cried as the bus began to shake once more. Arnold's unconscious body rolled into the center of the aisle. The blood from Liz's body began to pool in the creases of the aisle as stars and flashing objects began to form within the bus. The kids closed their eyes and began to sob as Ms. Frizzle stared devilishly into the oblivion of which they were headed into.

"YES! WE'RE ALMOST THERE! YE—" She began. Suddenly, everyone was knocked backward into unconsciousness.

Ms. Frizzle's smile never left her face as she hit the blood-encrusted floor. Kids rolled to the floor as the bus began to jolt and jump until a loud snap was heard, and the bus stopped shaking. Bodies began to lift off the floor as the bus fell to earth.

The ground shook as the vehicle hit the concrete ground. They had left the school parking lot, and were now on another concrete parking lot. Except they were no longer at the school.

They were at a studio.

The last studio they would ever be to.

This was the studio of a television show.

The show?

Wheel of Fortune.