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About a week after the incident with the pets, Ms. McMahon decided to teach the children a little responsibility. "Today, children," she began, "We will begin an election campaign."

"What's that?" Daniel queried.

"We will elect a class president," Ms. McMahon explained. The class cheered. "First, you must choose your candidates."

"What's a candidate?" Cena asked.

"The candidate is the person who will try to get your votes to be president," Ms. McMahon described.

The kids cheered again and gathered into a large group. They talked in excited murmurs for a few minutes before they broke up for a moment to ask a question. "How many candidates are there?" Cena questioned.

"Two," Ms. McMahon answered.

"I told you!" Triple H snapped irritably. The children gathered in their group again to continue their discussion.

"So, we need two people," Rey confirmed.

"That's what the teacher just said," The Rock grumbled.

"I say we put CM Punk in the election," Kofi said cheerily.

"You really think I could win?" Punk gushed happily.

"Sure!" Kofi chirped.

"Who else will be in it?" Big Show asked.

"I think that Shawn should be part of this," Triple H declared, grinning.

"Me?" Shawn queried. "No, I think I'd rather…"

"You'd rather nothin'," Triple H interrupted. "You're gonna be in this."

"Okay," Shawn sighed reluctantly, giving in.

The group broke up again and confronted the teacher. "We have our candidates," Triple H announced.

"Already?" Ms. McMahon muttered. To the class, she said, "Okay, now the candidates and one friend for each will make some very important decisions about the class. For example, you could try to change the time you get for recess. While they are doing that, the rest of you will have some free time."

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CM Punk and Kofi huddled in one corner of the classroom, quietly discussing what they could change. "I don't think recess is long enough," Kofi suggested.

"No," Punk mumbled, half to himself. "Recess is long enough."

"What?!" Kofi exclaimed.

"Shh!" Punk hissed. "Let me finish. I say that we should have more free time in the classroom. Look at them." He gestured to the kids milling about the classroom. "They're having fun, don't you think?"

Kofi observed the others. They did seem to be having fun. Big Show, for one, appeared to be getting a great deal of enjoyment out of chasing people with a plastic dinosaur. "I guess so," he answered.

"There," Punk stated. "Good. What else?"

"Hmm…" Kofi hummed. All at once, an idea came to him. "Two snack times in one day!" he blurted excitedly.

"Shh," Punk shushed him again. "That's really good. We should do that!" Kofi grinned eagerly.

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Across the room, the future degenerates were plotting their strategy. "We should have longer recesses!" Shawn cried, pounding a fist on his desk for emphasis.

"That's good!" Triple H encouraged. "But, we need something more…"

After a tense moment of thought, Shawn came up with a second idea: "Shorter school days, maybe?"

"That's not bad," Triple H said. "I could use more outside-of-school time, you know what I mean?"

Shawn nodded. "What can we do to beat them?" he asked, pointing at the other candidate.

"Hold on," Triple H grumbled. "I'm thinking." Shawn waited patiently for a few minutes. Triple H attempted to snap his fingers, only to fail miserably. "I've got it!" he cried, ignoring the minor failure. "No teachers," he announced triumphantly, folding his arms and looking smug.

Shawn's eyes grew large. "B-but," he stammered, "We won't learn anything!"

"That's the point, my friend," Triple H explained. He gestured to the kids around the schoolroom. "Do these guys look like they want to learn, Shawn?"

"I guess not," Shawn answered, peering around the classroom.

"There you have it, then," Triple H said haughtily. "No teachers."

Just then, the bell rang for recess. "Have fun, kids!" Ms. McMahon called after the racing children.

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Kane glared at the other kids as they ran about outside. They paid no attention to him, so intent were they on their play. "Do you really think that we're gonna have a president?" he asked Undertaker.

"Yeah," Undertaker answered. "Why would Ms. McMahon lie to us?"

"It's just that we like causing trouble," Kane replied, smirking. "I have the strangest feeling that this is gonna backfire on our teacher."

Undertaker chuckled sinisterly. "We should have a little chat with our candidates," he suggested. "Maybe we can make that strange feeling come true." The two brothers chuckled ominously and ran off to find the candidates.

The first candidate they encountered was Punk. "Punk!" Kane called. "How's the campaign goin'?"

Punk narrowed his eyes at the approaching brothers. "Fine," he answered curtly. "What do you want?"

"We just wanted to give you some ideas," Undertaker growled. "But, since you don't seem to want them, we'll just go to the other candidate." He started off in the opposite direction.

"Wait," Kofi cried, stopping them. "What kind of ideas?"

"You guys should make Ms. Mahon's teaching career impossible," Kane explained forebodingly.

Before they could go into the details of their plan, Punk interrupted them, "You guys do realize that I'm not gonna do anything bad, don't you?"

"What do you mean?" Undertaker asked.

"I'm not gonna do what you're asking," Punk replied.

"Fine," Kane responded, turning. "We'll just go to Shawn. Maybe he'll listen to reason." He walked off, Undertaker in tow.

After a few minutes, he and Undertaker arrived at the swing set, where Shawn was busily watching the clouds. "Hey, Shawn," Kane said, poking the smaller child and nearly pushing him off the swing in the process. "Wanna hear some ideas that Undertaker and I had?"

"Uh, sure," Shawn answered, after he'd recovered from the shock of suddenly being pushed.

"You could help make our lives a whole lot easier," Kane began.

"How?" Shawn queried.

"You could, for instance, eliminate the teacher," Undertaker advised.

Shawn grinned. "Me and Triple H already figured that out," he declared proudly. "It's good to know that others want the same thing, though."

Kane smirked and proclaimed, "Our work here is done." He motioned to Undertaker and the brothers strolled away to the sound of the bell.

As they moved towards the door, Triple H asked, "What were Kane and Undertaker saying to you?"

"Oh," Shawn answered, "They thought that getting rid of the teacher was a great idea."

"Excellent," Triple H chuckled darkly.