Chapter 3

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen. Here's how the game goes." Alex Trebek said to the audience. The class(or what remained of it)were now tools, having been accidentally transformed into a wheel and transported to the Wheel of Fortune set.

"Ms. Frizzle, I'm scared and hungry…" Arnold groaned. "…do you have any food…?" Ms. Frizzle angrily turned to Arnold, who slightly backed up.

"F-food…food. Yes…FOOD. FOOD! YOU EXPECT ME TO GIVE YOU SQUEAMISH CHILDREN FOOD WHEN YOU DRAGGED ME INTO THIS MESS?!" Ms. Frizzle screamed. "IF IT WEREN'T FOR YOU, AND YOUR OBNOXIOUS LITTLE CRANIUMS THAT CONTAIN CONTINIOUSLY CONTANKERING CORKING COGGLES OF CLOGS, WE MIGHT BE BACK AT THE SCHOOL, WHERE YOU BELONG!"

"Ms. Frizzle," Phoebe stated. "Arnold didn't do anything. It was you who pulled that lever that sent us here."

"If you weren't on the other side of that wall, I would have sent one of these shards of glass so far up your—" Before Ms. Frizzle could finish her threat towards Phoebe, the wheel began to spin.

Phoebe and Carlos clutched the seats as the wheel quickly rotated. Ms. Frizzle bounced around her area and eventually slammed into Arnold, who had just thrown up all over her seats.

"A-ARNOLD!" Ms. Frizzle scolded. "HOW DARE Y—"Arnold then vomited upon her dress, which, beforehand, showed various instruments upon it. Ms. Frizzle stared gawk-eyed at Arnold, who tearfully backed up into his seat.

"Gee, Phoebe, you might say this trip sure is going around in circles!" Carlos cackled, delivering his first successful pun of the journey.

"CARRRLOOOOAAUUGHH!" The wheel suddenly began to spin again, sending Arnold flying into Ms. Frizzle before he could finish his response. The two fell to the floor, Arnold landing on the bottom of Ms. Frizzle's dress. As Ms. Frizzle began to stand up, a tear ripped up to her torso, revealing her—

"Ms. Frizzle!" Arnold said through various inhales. "You're wearing…khakis!"

Ms. Frizzle, with anger flowing through her, grabbed Arnold once more, and threw him into the curved dashboard of the wheel-bus.

"YOU INSOLENT CHILD!" She cried. "YOU'VE RUINED EVERYTHING!"

"Oh, gosh…" Phoebe sobbed from the other end of the bus. "I hope Arnold is okay."

"You might say he—AGH!" Carlos exclaimed as he was thrown to the ground as the wheel rolled to a stop once more.

Outside the bus, the game rolled on.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, we are going to commercial break. Shows starts up again in two minutes." Alex stated as the crowd began talking amongst themselves. He approached the wheel and looked at it curiously.

"What is this?" He muttered to himself. He kneeled down and stared into the area between the top and bottom of the wheel. There was an abundant amount of blood smeared across one of the "lights"(which was truly one of the windows).

Back inside the bus, Carlos and Phoebe sat silently in their end of the wheel.

"I wonder what happened to Keesha." Phoebe said to Carlos, who was busy wiping blood off his upper lip. "Where did she go?"

Out in the parking lot, a small figure dragged itself across the parking lot.

"…M-M…Ms. Fri-Frizzle…" Keesha groaned. "M…Ms…." She coughed. "M…muh…" She was then crushed by the wheel of a car, which bumped up and down.

"What the?!" A voice yelled. They stopped the car instantly, and the driver got out. He kneeled down and looked under the vehicle. He reached under, feeling for anything.

"…lemme…aha!" the man cheered happily. He pulled out Keesha, who was nothing more than a bloody frame of skin. "Eugh, gross." Keesha was thrown to the floor, and the man got back into his car.

Ms. Frizzle sat in her torn seat, irritable. Arnold stood up and cracked his back. One frame of his glasses was broken, his lip cut, his clothes torn.

"So, Arnold." Ms. Frizzle said, slowly. "What do you do for a living?" Arnold cocked his head at her nervously.

"M-Ms. Frizzle, I'm only a kid, I don't have a—" Ms. Frizzle leaned over him before he could finish, her hands on the ground beside each of his legs, her face unnervingly close to Arnold's.

"WHAT…" She began. "…do you do…for…a…LIV-ING?!" Arnold shuddered in fear and gulped. Sweat dripped off his face as Ms. Frizzle leaned in closer. Her nose was practically touching his.

"I-I…" Arnold stuttered. "I g-go to your school…t-to…to learn…"

"AND?!" Ms. Frizzle cried expectantly. What did she want from him?

"…and…?" Arnold asked, nervously.

"A-and?! WHAT ELSE?!" Ms. Frizzle squealed. Arnold felt like running.

"I…I…I…" Arnold squeaked. He began to slump to the ground before Ms. Frizzle grabbed his hair and slapped him.

"YOU DARE?!" She cried. "YOU DARE DEFY THE GREAT AND ALL POWERFUL MS. FRIZZLE?!"

"I'M SORRY!" Arnold screamed. "I—I…"

The wheel suddenly spun again, sending Ms. Frizzle rolling off of Arnold and into his seat. Arnold immediately jumped up and ran to the circle that was separating him and Ms. Frizzle from Carlos and Phoebe.

"HELP ME!" Arnold cried. "HEL-L-L-LP ME-E-E-E!" Arnold was bawling as Ms. Frizzle slowly made her way to her feet.

"I—I...!" Arnold gasped. "I'm sorry! I was trying to grab you to stop you from rolling into the seat, but I-!"

Ms. Frizzle grabbed Arnold's collar and threw him into a seat. Arnold cried out in terror and backed up to the wall.

"YOU—YOU…!" Ms. Frizzle stuttered in anger. "YABBA DABBA DOOOOO!" She then launched herself onto Arnold. From Phoebe and Carlos's side, all they could hear was snarling from Ms. Frizzle and the cries and muffled screaming from Arnold. What was happening?

"You might say—" Carlos began. Phoebe slapped him and grabbed his shoulders.

"This is no time for joking, Carlos! Arnold needs help. I've never seen Ms. Frizzle like this." Phoebe said sternly. She let Carlos go and approached the wall. "Ralphie…where did he go?"

"I think we lost him while transforming. For all we know, he could be somewhere completely different. If only he were here. He was so strong." Phoebe responded. Carlos looked back at her offended. He would have said more, but the wheel began to spin once again, sending Carlos flying into a seat. Phoebe slid to the back of the bus and began rolling across the wall.

Back up front, Ms. Frizzle finally got out of her seat. Arnold's shirt was torn, his face bleeding, a tooth missing. She cackled in happiness.

"YOU DESERVED THAT, YOU TRICKLE-TOMPING TODDLE TOUCHING TWABAKAKAMELAFAW!" She screamed. Arnold muttered and fell to the floor in agony.

Finally, after about 7 or so minutes more of spinning and pain, the agony finally stopped. Ms. Frizzle sat up where the wheel usually was, panting and chuckling. Arnold lay in the seat, conscious, but barely. Phoebe sat in the back of the bus in the fetal position, sobbing. And Carlos simply sat in his seat, staring out the window at the stage as the contestants finally began to leave. All they could hear was clapping, as if the audience could see what a show the class had put on. Finally, Carlos had had enough. He could no longer make his infamous puns. He had to go. Now.

"That's it…" He muttered to himself. "That—that's…that's it…I'm leaving." Phoebe suddenly sat up.

"W-WHAT?!" She yelled. "You can't just leave me here!" Carlos approached one of the windows and began kicking some of the glass out.

"Like hell I can't!" Carlos cried. "I'm going home! Ms. Frizzle can go take her stupid class trips somewhere else, because from now on, I'm—AGAGAAAUUUGHHH!" As Carlos stuck a leg out the window, Alex's hand came in contact with the window, crushing Carlos's right leg. He stumbled backward and fell to the ground, tears flowing from his eyes.

"CARLOS!" Phoebe screamed. She ran up to him and looked at his leg, which was nothing but a mangled, bloody mess. "Buh…nuh..guh…bluh..huhaka—" Phoebe vomited into the aisle near where Carlos lay, sobbing.

"Y-you might say…this was a…sm-smashing experience…" Carlos chuckled. He attempted to stand up, but ended up falling over once more.

Outside of the bus, Alex Trebek's studio had cleared out, leaving him to investigate the wheel.

"Hm…alright, let's see what's going on in here…" He grabbed the side of the wheel and pulled it up, pulling the wheel off of the circular object that caused the wheel to spin. The wall separating Miss Frizzle and Arnold from the rest of the class began to open up.

"…wh-what?" Ms. Frizzle said, surprised. "What's happening?!" She stood up and began to approach the wall, which was lifting.

"M-Ms. Frizzle?!" Phoebe said excitedly. "Ms. Frizzle?!"

The wall finally was lifted, leaving a huge hole where it had penetrated the floor and ceiling. They were free. Carlos and Phoebe spotted Ms. Frizzle. The blood and vomit that had built up while the groups were separated slid out through the gap.

"…the heck?" Alex said in terror as he noticed the fluids dripping from the wheel. "Ugh!" He began shaking the wheel as he tilted it sideways. "Those bugs keep on coming. I told the assistant to stop showing us his lunch on this thing, it never goes away."

"Ah-AH! AGGHHH!" Carlos cried as he slid toward the gap. He couldn't grab any of the seats to stop himself. As he was about to fall, the wheel went completely vertical, causing Carlos to fall to the other edge where Ms. Frizzle stood.

"M-Ms. Frizzle!" Carlos cried. "Help! Pull me up!" Ms. Frizzle grabbed Carlos's hands.

"…no…" Ms. Frizzle muttered. Carlos had a look of surprise on his face.

"N-no?" Carlos asked curiously. "What do you mean no—AAUUGHHH!" Carlos screamed as he fell to the floor near Alex, as Ms. Frizzle had let go of him. She killed him.

"Ms. Frizzle!" Phoebe cried. "How could you?!"

"ALWAYS ROOM FOR ONE MORE, DEAR! AHAHAHAHAAHAAAHHUEHEUEHHEUEUEUEAAUAUHHAH!" Ms. Frizzle cried.

The wheel was then set on a table in a back room, where dust collected. The kids were no longer humans. They had become objects.

Or bugs, as they would be known as.

Possibly forever.