'Hey there!' Bash greeted, his friends guffawed behind him. 'Uh, hi Bash,' said Randy, not lowering his hands. The school bully was a bit puzzled since his voice was muffled. 'What're you hiding in your hands?' he asked.

'It's nothing,' the freshman replied nervously, starting to step away from him. 'I-I'm sorry if I blocked your way, I will go, don't worry, it's just-' 'Hold him,' ordered the brown-haired. 'What?'

'Get him!' said Bash and Mick went to hold guard on Randy, who didn't manage to make his escape. 'Let me go!' he wriggled when the bloke gripped his arms. 'Show me!' 'No way, Bash!'

'You said so, but I will do it anyway!' the stocky teenager tittered and reached for him. The grey-hooded kid shut his eyes in horror and he could feel his hands were lowered and...

'Eh, there's nothing to be seen,' he heard Bash's gruff voice. He opened his eyes and saw the gang gave him a dissatisfied look. Silently, he sighed in relief.

Randy only watched as they walked away from him with everyone gave him a bump at the shoulder which hurted him (the hardest was Mick's), but he didn't mind. Glad for not being into trouble, he began to head towards the school's cafeteria.

'I haven't do a wedgie since I last did it to a monkey bot at McFist's office!' babbled Bash to his friends, who only chimed in agreement. 'Two months ago! Can you guys believe that?' 'You know what, Bash,' said the red-hooded of his friends, 'you can just give him a wedgie just now.' He jerked his thumb towards Randy's direction.

'Yeah!' exclaimed the boy, slapping hard at his back. 'Good thinking!' He went back for the kid with the blue satchel. Shrugging, Bash's bros then followed him.

Meanwhile, Randy was thinking about the incident. "Howard was in front of me before Bash; why didn't he warn me about him?" Knitting his eyebrows, he scrunched his face. "Or...maybe he want those gravy fries all by himself? Including mine?"

The truth dawned on him so shockingly that he didn't hear the heavy footfalls of Bash Johnson behind him. He was startled when his huge hand rested on his shoulder and seeing the grinning visage of him.

'Hey there!' he greeted again. 'What's up this time, Bash?' Randy answered sheepishly, holding his satchel's shoulder strip. 'I hope you won't mind about this,' said Norrisville's gazillionnaire's stepson. 'About...what?'

'This!' Without warning, Bash reached for his underpants and pulled it, causing him to jerk upwards as he lifted him easily with his biffers watched it gleefully.

Randy's face was red but not as much as when Norrisville High School's bell rang around the school and his eyes went wide. Hearing it, he pleaded, 'Bash! Put me down!'

'Not yet, boy! I haven't finished yet!' said the grey-shirted. 'Please!'

A creak entered the hallway and they looked ahead ("This is not GOOD," thought Randy), only to see it began to fill up with students who had had lunch walking out of the cafeteria and started chatting while heading back to their class for the afternoon session and...

...they saw the wedgie.

They stared at Bash, then at Randy for a while before slowly, titters filled the air and finally, a great laughter echoed all over the corridor. Girls covered their faces with their bags, blushing furiously.

Randy's eyes had a horrified look as he faced the most terrifying time in his life: humiliated twice right in front of everyone in Norrisville High.

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Howard licked his fingers with full satisfaction, happy to have his box of gravy fries. Wiping his mouth with a handkerchief, he glanced aside and saw another box that was still untouched; he had took one for Randy.

He let out a burp (Mrs. Dempsey the lunch lady shook her head as she saw it) and went to wash his hands before taking his green backpack and Randy's box of lunch. Slightly kicking the cafeteria door, he then walked out of the room.

The moment he stepped out, a sea of students were blocking his way and hootings and jeerings of laughter entered the air. Groaning, he sprawled on the blue-tiled floor and began his journey to get out from the packed hallway, shielding his bro's food with one hand. Seeing a gap between a blond boy with a satchel and a kid wearing glasses and dressed in blue, he quickly went towards it and when he stood up, his jaw dropped before he joined the crowd.

Randy was still pleading to Bash to put him back on the ground but apparently it didn't work. He spotted something with ruffled orange hair and he immediately knew it was Howard. 'Howard!' he called. He wriggled harder while holding the bully's hands in attempt to release himself.

Something was torn. That was what the others heard and the corridor went silent as a ghost town. Their eyes fell onto the purple-haired kid and they knew it: his underpants made the sound. Without such mercy, the boys howled louder than ever and Randy shouted in tears:

'NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'