A missing, post-Goes on Air Fic: In response to MelonRinds's missing scene challenge.
Summary: Remember the heart boxers from the "Goes on Air" episode? This is my take on why, exactly, Ms. Frizzle had them in the canister. From the boxers's point of view. Rated for a bit of implied coupling between the Friz and Mr. Seedplot.
Disclaimer: Magic School Bus is the property of Scholastics and is not owned by me in any way, shape, or form.
I have to hand it to you, Valerie. You really are lucky, you know that?
You have successfully desensitized your students to any and all of your quirks and oddities; you have done this to the point that, having pulled me out of that oversized sardine can you'd stashed in that magical bus of yours, not one of your students had bothered to ask you the burning question of just whose boxers you'd pulled out...and just who you know that still wore heart-patterned boxers.
Oh sure, just call Archibald up already. It's not as if I have feelings and actually mind that you're just using me to see him again.
Honestly, it's only four, you've just got out of work, and you're taking me back now? Your insatiable hunger can't even wait until a Friday night or something to bring me back to him? When will it end?
I can just picture it now: "Oh hi Valerie, just come on in. You returned my favorite pair of boxers? Wow, that's something! I had nothing else to wear, and boy am I glad to see you! Say, since I'm currently going commando, how about we add the rest of these here clothes of ours to the pile and get better acquainted?"
Ah yes, just as predicted.
So all those hours making sure you're clothes were all perfect meant nothing to you? And of course you just have to partially cover me with your dress, bra and (heaven forbid!) panties while dear ol' Archibald rips the rest of his clothes off a la Superman. Now comes the best part: Cirque du Nudie.
Sheesh! Keep it down, will you? I think the neighbors five miles away heard you two.
Oh, now to add insult to injury: "Archie's" pet cat Isis decides to use me as her new bedding. I'm getting kneaded to death here while you two "knead" each other. Well, at least I can't actually see you two anymore.
Maybe if I'm lucky the cat's purring will outdo your assorted moans, pants and other related noises.
If only Archibald was a dog person; I could have been buried in the garden by now.
Oh no, poor Valerie's allergy to cats is acting up. I feel so sorry for her (actually I don't; I think it's hilarious). Now maybe they'll go elsewhere for now and leave me here. Better yet, Valerie could go home early.
Wait, I heard something about a shower...
Yes...why don't the two of you go on ahead, and I'll catch up later? I think her bra and I have found some common ground.
(Fin)