Disclaimer: Apparently people want me to continue this Godforsaken story. Which I don't mind, because it's pretty fun.
If you can't read what they're saying, first just try to sound it out. Then remember all 'r' and 'l' will be turned to 'w'. That might help.
Okay, I'm not in kindergarden. Obviously. So basically I'm turning my classes into those of a kindergardener….oh boy.
If you read my other story, you'll notice I thank my reviewers. Which I will do in any story I write that isn't a one-shot.
The Magic Pickle Fairy: It would be fun to hug him….but I'd end up getting annoyed and throwing him against a wall. xD
Kloolk: Alright Kloolky, I won't kill the story because you said not too. And sense I don't know how to pronounce your name, I just say it like kluke. Tehe!
FemmeLoki: I'm good at making her spew coffee. It's rather fun.
Serey: I'm continuing, I'm continuing!
Darn you, Mr. Potato-sack.
Erin McCrate: I made her day. So ha.
Icelands: -quivers lip- Bu-bu-bu-but, it's my socks! Not my socks! My toes will be cold!
Staremerald: She said yay. I feel completed.
Veng: Let Mrs. Watkins rot in hell or freeze in Russia. Whatever she wants.
PhantomoftheBasket: She laughed non-stop! And I love your story, Basket!
Now, how much sugar you ask? Well, let's just say if you cut me open then my blood would be white.
Supergirrl: She laughed because it was good and cried because I was quicker then her. Very nice. And you never know where Dominique could end up!
I'm still wondering how Meg and Madame Giry can be the same age.
Korrigan Moon: Oooooh, I should!
Sonne Feuer: I can also imagine Raoul getting blown to smithereens, but I won't do that. Yet.
Uh….welcome to science?
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Mrs. Watkins had regained consciousness about half an hour ago, and was sitting at her desk, drumming her fingers. There were eight cages in the room.
Erik was also wearing a straight-jacket, and his jump rope punjab had been confiscated. His cage was smaller then the others.
Why? Because when two new classmates, Andre and Firmin came in, without any reason at all, Erik began screaming bloody Texas-chainsaw-massacre murder and tried to basically kill them.
Andre and Firmin were in cages for their own safety.
Madame Giry had her tranquilizer taken from her and sent to the military.
Carlotta had a busted lip, but then again, Raoul had a black eye.
Mrs. Watkins actually didn't know why she put Christine and Meg in cages. Maybe she was just really annoyed.
The teacher thought maybe Erik gave little Andre a concussion, because without warning he said, "It was Ewik, with the candlestick, in the cwasswoom."
Erik let out a rather evil giggle.
"So," Mrs. Watkins spoke up suddenly. "Do any of you little abominations know anything about science?"
"It's were you put someting in a gwass tube and make it go boom."
The teacher sighed, rubbing her temples. "No, Erik, you little pyromaniac. It's the study of life."
"Oh, oh, I know about wife!" squealed Meg in her cage. In all defense, it was larger then the others.
"Science is wike bwocks. They build wife!"
"Wife?" Erik jerked up suddenly. "I'm gonna have her as my wife!"
He tried to point at Christine, but he was in a straightjacket. So he just kept jerking his head in her general direction.
"She meant life, right?" asked Mrs. Watkins.
Meg nodded.
"Well, actually, that's cells, but very close! So, in order to represent science, I'm going to let you build things with blocks!"
Six students cheered, and Mrs. Watkins actually smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
But then Firmin, who was sitting up in a cross-legged position suddenly giggled like a girl and fell over, screaming, "CHOCOWATE!! CCHHHOOOCCCOOOOWWAATTEEE!!!!"
Erik grinned like the evil demon phantom he will someday be.
Before the teacher could ask what Erik did to the soon-to-be-managers, the six students managed to break out of their cages and all crawled/stumbled/walked to the bag of blocks and began pulling them out and making things.
But then Carlotta began pelting Christine, shrieking how she'd never become 'Pweema Donna', and Erik basically lost it.
"DON'T HIT MY STEADY YOU WITTLE FWEAK!" he yelled, breaking his straight-jacket and the cage bars, then picking up the bag of blocks and beating the stupid red-head child.
"SHE'S MY STEADY!" defended Raoul, taking blocks from the flower he made and tossing them at Erik.
Meg just continued building her butterfly with Maria.
Firmin kept giggling about chocolate, and Andre's mental condition cannot be expressed in words.
Mrs. Watkins broke up the brawl and separated the four children. Erik continued hissing like a rabid cat, Carlotta was attempting to claw at a bleeding Raoul, and Christine was crying.
In a stupid attempt to comfort his future wife, Raoul hugged Christine. This had dire effects, of course.
"DUN TOUCH MEH WADY!"
Erik, who just screamed that, grabbed a Bunsen-burner and advanced on the fop-child like the crazed pyromaniac he was.
Maria sighed, and Meg looked concerned. "How can he see wit tat sack on his head?"
"Dun ask."
The future ballet instructor picked up her stick and walked over to Erik.
"Hey Ghosty?"
Erik turned around, and got a face-full of heavy stick. He fell backwards.
"Stwike two."
Erik was put back in his cage, and Christine was tended too. Out of that annoying compassion she harbors to anyway because she's a goodie-goodie, Meg put a few blocks in Erik's cage out of pity and her way-too niceness.
In approximately 23.04 seconds, Erik had built a life-sized Christine mannequin, which looked identical to the real thing.
With blocks.
Little, square/circular/triangular…blocks.
"Tat's creepy," Andre said, finally out of his mental state. Firmin continued to squeal about candy made from the opaque liquid erected from the udder of a cow.
Mrs. Watkins let out a sigh of relief as the bell rang, despite the fact it made all eight students scream and wither in pain.
No, wait, she was probably smiling because of that.
Ushering six children and two cages out the door, our annoying evil teacher grinned an evil Phantom grin that broke the seven-hundred and forty-nine windows in the building, plus many mirrors in the girl's bathroom.
Erik suddenly started crying.
"Have fun in your next class!" she yelled, slamming the door.
There was silence for a while.
"I like chocowate."
And then they stormed to the next class.
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A/N: I promised myself I wouldn't use anything from Forbidden Questions, but I probably am.
If you think this thing is funny (truly, I don't think my story is as funny as it could be) then please read my other parody. It's much better then this, plus maybe you'll understand things a little better. -Embarassed face-
Mrs. Watkins is my teacher, yes. And she is EVIL! EVIL I SAY!
Now, remember readers. If you can save the cheerleader, you can save the world.
And I'm not actually making typos, I'm just trying to type what a baby would say. It's kinda hard.
Thank you. Review.
