Childish: It's time for more fun!

Emo: … right… fun…

Evil: Let's just get to the story….

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Chapter 12: Food Fight Fiasco

Kowalski's POV

Ah, chemistry! Right up my alley! I was taking notes, but why bother? I knew all of this! But of course I shouldn't rub my success in my fellow classmates face. I loved over at Savio who was leaning back in his chair, with a bored expression. I looked to see that he was chewing on something. I don't know what, but all he does is eat. I'm surprised he's not as fat as he should be from all the food that he eats.

"Does anyone know what atoms make up our atmosphere?"

My hand shot up.

"Kowalski,"

"That's an easy one. Nitrogen, oxygen and Argon, along with some water vapor and other gases that's in the air."

"Correct. Now if we…"

The teacher's voice droned out as Skipper slammed the back of my head.

"Knock it off with the smarty stuff Kowalski. We have to keep a low profile. Do you want our operation to be discovered? Our whole operation will be in shambles!"

"Sorry sir, but I don't see how answering stuff I already know is going to be a problem?"

"Still keep it on the down low."

"Aye, aye sir." I replied.

I went back to learning. I looked at Savio, who somehow got hold of phone (from Cartoongirl, I'm sure) texting. He was kept looking at the teacher, making seem like he was paying attention even though he wasn't. The bell rang and everyone ran out. It was time for Lunch.

3rd person

Blowhole, Cartoongirl and the Hobokeners were sitting at a table in the cafeteria, closest to the food. The sorceress was looking around. She stopped on Luke and the Pops, sneering in disgust. She looked at Clemson to see the red-haired boy itching to do something bad. He's wanted to start a food fight for weeks. She banged her head on the lunch table.

"So boring." She groaned.

"I know," Clemson agreed, "It needs more… pizzazz."

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked.

"Only if you're thinking what I think you're thinking and I think I do."

"Oh no…" Blowhole groaned.

"Clemson ole pal, pick a victim," she offered.

Clemson looked around and stopped on a muscular blonde spiked hair jock. He pointed at him.

"Him, the blond spiked hair jock."

"No you can't!" Blowhole told her.

"Shut up and enjoy the fun." She replied, handing Clemson a handful of mashed potatoes. "Fuzz bucket, you get the honors."

Fuzz bucket and Hooker were nicknames she had given to Clemson. She had come up with many nicknames for the Hobokeners. Rhonda was tub of lard, Cartoongirl didn't care for her, Lulu was Ms. Mary Sue, Hans' was Pimp, Ocean's was Chainsaw and Savio's was Slick. Clemson had taken a hold of the potatoes and he stood up and threw the lumpy food at him. The food smacked the jock in the face. The people at the table gasped. The jock wiped the food of his face with his hand and stood up.

"Who did that?" he demanded.

Cartoongirl had stood on top her chair and pointed at Luke, who was across the room. The jock had grabbed his cream corn and threw it at Luke, hitting him. She stood on top of the table, hands around her mouth.

"FOOD FIGHT!" She exclaimed.

All the kids stood up, hiding behind tables, lunch trays, and started throwing food. Cartoongirl had pulled out a large slingshot and handed it to Hans and Clemson. She grabbed a hold of noodles and threw them. They hit a girl in the back of the head, sending her face into her cake. Savio laughed and Ocean slammed his face into her pudding.

"This is the life!" Cartoongirl exclaimed as she threw corn at Skipper's face.

The flat-head boy scowled and shoved pie in her face.

"I have to hand it to you villains… payback is good."

She growled as she wiped the strawberries and strawberry juice off her eyes. She glared at him and then forced a smile.

"I agree Skipper." She replied, grabbing Private's pie.

"Ha! I'm not going to fall for tha-"

She stomped on his foot and he jerked forward, his face covered in whip cream and strawberry juice.

"Revenge is best served cold." She finished.

He lifted himself up, wiping the whip cream off and glared at her. She gave him a smirk and started laughing. He also smirked and started laughing with her. Everyone was continuing to throw food. Mr. Reed saw all the children throwing food and frowned. He stood up on the table.

"KNOCK IT OFF!" He yelled at them.

Everyone stopped, throwing food and looked at the principle. Some mashed potatoes smacked into his face. He wiped it off and looked to see Cartoongirl and Clemson high-fiving. He scowled and looked at all the teens.

"I want to know who started this food fight. Until anyone can tell me then everyone is cleaning this mess up!"

He looked around to see everyone complaining about having to clean up the food.

"If the perpetrator or perpetrators would like to come forth, then go ahead."

"It was Cartoongirl and Clemson!" Skipper replied.

"Why you little," Cartoongirl growled, reaching over to choke him.

Blowhole and Savio held her back. Know that if she got the chance she would kill him faster than he could blink. She wasn't someone you wanted to mess with. Clemson was being held back by Hans. Both of them not pleased of being ratted out.

"All of you are dismissed! Except for you two," Mr. Reed replied, pointing at Cartoongirl and Clemson.

"Good luck," Savio told them. "You're going to need it."

All the kids ran out. Cartoongirl leaned back against a flipped table, cleaning her sunglasses off, which was covered with food. Clemson was smiling, also leaning against the table. Mr. Reed went up to them and grabbed them by their arms.

"You two are in a lot of trouble."

"Oh I'm so scared," Clemson mocked.

"I'm shaking in my shoes," Cartoongirl added.

The two teens laughed and high fived each other, obviously not caring that they were in trouble. Mr. Reed frowned.

"I don't think you two will be laughing since you'll be cleaning the whole cafeteria."

They stopped laughing for a moment only to have Cartoongirl burst into a grin.

"No sweet Head school guy. We'll get this clean in a snap," she replied, snapping her fingers on the word 'snap.'

"We'll see about that," Principle Reed replied and handed them a bucket of cleaning supplies, "Here are your tools and you two will be staying after school for two months for detention."

Cartoongirl saluted with a goofy look on her face. Clemson copied her.

"Aye, aye mon Capitane! Your wish is our command!" She turned military style, positioned the mop like it was gun. "Company turn!"

Clemson turned to where he was in front of her. He was doing the same thing she was.

"Company, march!"

Clemson started marching with his gun-like mop over his shoulder and his supply bucket in his hand. Cartoongirl marched behind him. Principle Reed shook his head. Those two were not right.


Childish: Yay for being annoying!

Evil: Ah, nothing like chaos and a good lie to start a great food fight. History has been made.

Angel: You love getting into trouble don't you?

Duh! Not getting into trouble is boring. I'm the fun one of the group! I make memories!

Brainy: Dangerous memories.

Childish: I liked it when Cartoongirl tricked Skipper to get his face slammed into a pie! That was funny!

Angel: Am I the only one that's concern about Cartoongirl's reputation?

Everyone: Yes.

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