Mrs. Frizzle stopped the lesson suddenly. She pointed at Carlos like she was picking out a bun at the bakery.
"Carlos. Would you like to go on a date with me? I know this great zip lining place that just opened up on Dinner Street, where we will have dinner afterwards."
"GOD DAMN IT, CARLOS, SHE'S MINE!" Arnold yelled, unphased by his startled classmates.
Carlos pulled out some sunglasses and put them on like he was an action movie. "Sounds good, Frizzle."
"WHY?" yelled Arnold.
Mrs. Frizzle, who was starting to look like Loki, looked at his pencil.
"Drank."
"DID I COUGH?"
Mrs. Frizzle coughed. "Pardon."
"NO!" Arnold ran up and sneezed for 12 minute on Mrs. Frizzle.
The next day, Arnold went to the comic book store because to get Avengers comics. He wanted to be reminded of Mrs. Frizzle for the rest of eternity.
The next next day, Arnold approached Carlos. He was wearing a shirt with Mrs. Fizzle's face printed on it.
"TAKE THAT OFF," Carlos demanded.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Arnold countered.
Carlos snorted.
"I challenge you to a duel over Mrs. Frizzle," Arnold said.
"Very well. We meet at dawn."
They shake hand.
