When you make a bet with someone, you have to make sure you follow through. Now, Carl is no wuss, but the Terms of Agreement left much to be desired. A single kiss upon this lips of Blake Gripling no less to be broadcasted on the Student Announcement Board. But the prize, the permanent return of Blake's tonsils to his possession, made his tongue wet with a visceral hunger. The terms were simple: whoever could make Gordo give them detention first for the ultimate prank would be the victor.
Blake made his terms clear over a conference call to the Dog House. He stated that, with his face showing obvious disgust, while Carl's showing weakness would provide the final statement of dominance, and Carl would forever be shamed as a homosexual audit using pranks and raucous behavior as an outlet to hide his sexuality. Meanwhile, it would show Blake Gripling, not only as Desirable No. 1, but also be able to put Carl in his place by rejecting his advances. He could not think of a more ingenious plan.
Winston dropped Blake off at the Foutley residence to seal the deal. A contract drawn up by Blake himself, to make sure that Carl did not back out. The agreement stated if Carl was to back out of their agreement, all rights to the Dog House and all it contained would be transferred to Blake's ownership. Carl was not to be outdone.
"See here, Foutley. This contract, once inked with your signature will be a binding agreement between us. If you lose, this picture will spread not only through our dear Elementary School, but to all of the Lucky School district, black-listing you as nothing but a gay, weak, sap."
"Wouldn't count on that Blakey-Boy. There is not a single prank that you could pull that I couldn't pull better."
Carl stepped forward, nose to nose with the pasty, blonde specimen. How he loathed him…and yet… (A/N – JUST KIDDING everyone, sorry for the Hey Arnold reference…) no matter what other person may came into his mind to torture, including Higsby, nothing gave him more of a primordial satisfaction than making Blake suffer. Chalk it up to the money and resources that if Carl possessed, he could wreak havoc unlike any that Lucky Elementary had ever seen! And Blake's testimony of defeat along with his tonsils as prized goods to include on his wall of grand possessions would be icing on the proverbial cake.
"Very well then, if you won't surrender now and save yourself tortured years of adolescent corruption, sign here."
Hoodsy stood and watched with a blank, shocked stare. He knew that if Carl signed this, they would have to come up with something damn good to counter Blake. He must have something diabolical in mind if he was willing to put his infected tonsils on the line. This worried Hoodsy because all they had was what they could get by with by the skin of their teeth. Blake had money, power, Blake had…he had Winston for God's sake!
But before Hoodsy could open his mouth to protest, Carl had swiped the fountain pen from Blake's sweaty fingers and etched in his name in a wirey scrawl.
"Consider it done, Gripling." Carl sneered.