Chapter 3: Muttley is Brought to School

"Dick Dastardly got you into Evil Tech??" asked Paul Pitstop after school that day. They were both outside of the school and talking to each other near the track field.

"I'm serious! Dick turned in all my tests scores, resume, and everything into the superiors at Evil Tech and now he's got me in, and he used a phony ID to do it too!! I thought all of my results were in a neat folder in my locker! How did Dick get into my locker? I never even told him my locker combination," replied Sylvester.

Paul was upset, angry, surprised, and shocked!!

"See, Sylvester, I told you, you shouldn't have told Dick about not knowing what college to go to!! Now you're going to one of the most despicable universities in the world!!" he said.

"…I know…if only I could drop out…" replied Sylvester, feeling hopeless.

"What do you mean 'if only I could drop out'? Of course you can drop out. There are many people out who drop out of college. Though it's not the best idea, people do it anyway. It's easy to drop out. If you flunk everything, classes and all, the headmaster will have no choice but to kick you out!" replied Paul.

Sylvester shook his head.

"I hate to say this, but you're wrong, Paul. Dick's been talking to me about going to Evil Tech since we were in ninth grade. One of the main details he told me was that once you get in, you can't drop out, transfer to another college, or anything! You're only allowed to leave after the last day, which means I won't be able to see my family until summer. I won't be able to see them even at Christmas! I'm stuck! Once I go there, I'm stranded!" he said, sounding defeated.

Johnny turned away from Sylvester and groaned in despair.

When he turned back to him, he began to lecture Sylvester.

"Syl, listen. There's only one thing Dick's trying to do, and that is pulling you down! I really think you need to keep your distance from him," he said. Sylvester nodded.

"Yes, I think you're right," he said. Paul nodded.

"You need to talk to him about it today!!" he said. Sylvester sighed.

"Do you have any classes with him?" asked Paul.

"Yes, I have US History with him," replied Sylvester.

"Well, then talk to him then," returned Paul. Sylvester nodded, knowing he did not want to at all.

The next morning in 2nd period US History, Sylvester was the first one to get to class. He wanted to get there before Dick so that he could have time to think about what to say.

"Hey, Sylvester!" said a familiar voice. Sylvester gasped in worry and turned to look at him.

"Hey, Dick, I need to talk to you about something," he said.

"Oh! Me too, but I need to talk to first! Guess who I brought to help me with my big prank! This will guarantee that I won't be taking US History today or any other day for the rest of the year!" laughed Dick. Dick took his backpack and opened it to reveal a bloodhound canine wearing a red collar. Sylvester almost screamed.

"You brought Muttley to school?! Dick, there's a strict rule on no bringing animals to school, unless it's for a school presentation!" he said harshly.

"This is a school presentation! Muttley here is going to help me stop US History, so we don't need to take it for the rest of the year!! All of the sophomores of this year will have to deal with it!" replied Dick.

"But, Dick, if we can't complete this subject, we'll have to take it again in summer school! You know that, right?" said Sylvester. Dick just laughed.

"I doubt it, Sylvester! Once I've completed my prank, we, juniors, won't have to finish it at all!" he said. Sylvester glared.

"Dick…no! I'm not going to let you do this!" he said. Dick glared as well.

"You're not going to let me do this, are you?" he asked. Sylvester shook his head.

"No! No I'm not! Besides, I bet you're only getting rid of US History because this is the only class you're failing in and you can't stand failure!" he said. Dick's face began to turn red.

"Oh yeah! Well, who asked you?! Muttley, bite him!" he replied. Muttley jumped out of Dick's bag and sank his teeth into Sylvester's heel. The poor junior boy howled in pain. When Muttley ripped away from him, the evil little canine snickered. He looked up at Dick, waiting for his owner to give the signal. Making sure there were no teachers or any other faculty members, he signaled Muttley to perform the dastardly prank. Muttley placed his paw into Dick's bag pack and took out a gas pump that was filled with a smelly gas. Muttley quickly sprinted out of the classroom, found the closest air vent he could, climbed into it and started crawling through it. The canine crawled and crawled until he came across several air vents that led to all of the History classed. According to plan, Muttley took out the gas pump, took hold of the handle and started pushing it down hard.

After Sylvester was able to walk again, he quickly ran after Muttley. He climbed into the vent to try to stop the sneaky dog. He climbed as fast as he could. When he finally reached Muttley, the canine turned around and started biting him, scratching him, and cursing under his breath. Sylvester's face began to be covered with bruises, cuts and scratches caused by the rotten mutt. As Sylvester heard the canine curse and mumble under his breath, the misguided 11th grader grabbed Muttley by his waist and attempted to pull him out of the vent.

When he took hold of Muttley, Sylvester got on his feet with his knees bent and crawled backwards until he intentionally fell out of the vent. When they came out, there was already a group of curious students were already forming.

"Oh my goodness, I hope they're alright!" said a young man with curly red hair whose school ID card was labeled "P. Pending, 12th Grader".

"I'm sure they are!" said another young man whose hair was receding whose nametag was labeled "S. Blast, 10th Grader".

"Do you think we should tell someone?" asked a ninth grader whose ID card was labeled "H. Zilly, 9th Grader". Another boy who had long black hair that covered his eyes and an ID card labeled "G. Klunk, 11th Grader", looked at him and shook his head. "No way!" said Klunk, who then started howling, clicking, whistling and growling.

"What did he say? What did he say?" asked Dick Dastardly who had come out of the classroom to see what had happened.

"Klunk said 'no way! If one of the teachers were to see, we might all get into trouble just for being here'!" replied Zilly.

"WHAT IS GOING ON, HERE?" asked a teacher, sounding quite harshly. Sylvester, Muttley, Pending, Klunk, Zilly, Dick, and Blast turned and saw a serious looking teacher. He was a tall, thin, man with short dark hair. He was a clean white shirt, a black tie, a black pair of pants, and black shoes. He wore a gray spectacles and looked like he was in his mid forties,

"Mr. Willock!" cried Dick. When Mr. Willock saw Muttley and how cut up Sylvester was, the irritated teacher looked directly at Dick.

"Dastardly! You know pets are not allowed in school unless it's for a presentation!" he said. Dick shook his head.

"But, Mr. Willock! You don't understand!" he said.

"I'm not putting up with your excuses!" interrupted the teacher.

The bell's chime began to go off.

"Alright, all of you, go to class, except for you, Dastardly, and you too, Sneekly!" replied the teacher.

Pending, Blast, Klunk, and Zilly hurried away to class while Dick, Sylvester, and Muttley unwillingly marched to the principal's office.

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After twenty minutes of getting a lecture about disrupting the school and a couple of assigned detentions given to Dastardly, he, Sylvester, and Muttley left Principal Hanna's office.

"This is all your fault, Syl!" grumbled Dick. Sylvester glared.

"My fault?! You were the one who was misbehaving! You got what you deserved. One detention for disrupting school and another for bring Muttley to school, when you know he's not supposed to be here at school!"

Muttley cursed and mumbled under his breath while the two teenagers shared nasty glares.

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The year continued as such. History class continued as scheduled, and apart from the intended prank, the rest of the year was pretty uneventful by Sylvester's standards.

He was too busy thinking of what Dastardly had done to him. Sylvester did not want to go to Evil Tech, but he had no choice.

He wished he had one, but he did not.