Note: Well, it looks like we're finally up to chapter 21 now. I can't believe it! This story is almost like a novel! So, let's continue to where we left off, shall we? And off we go!
Chapter 21
The Most Terrible, Horrible, Dreadful, Awful Thing
So, when we arrived at the Springfield Elementary, Otto opened the bus door.
"Everybody off!" he announced.
We quickly got off the bus.
"See you later, Otto, my man." said Bart.
"Same to you too, dude." said Otto.
Then, he closed the bus door and he drove away.
"Hey guys!" we heard a voice yell.
We turned around we saw Ralph. He held out his hands and they were blue.
"I decorated my hands." he said happily.
"No, you didn't." I said. "You drew on them with a blue marker."
"I'm going to become a rainbow!" Ralph laughed.
"You wish." I said.
"Lisa! Let's go! You're gonna be late for class!" called Bart impatiently.
"Will you marry me?" asked Ralph, as he grabbed my hand.
"We'll see. I gotta get to class now." I said, as I broke my hand free.
"Can I hold your hand when we walk to class together?" he asked.
"No." I said.
"Okay, I'm gonna walk next to you." said Ralph.
I rolled my eyes in frustration and said in a deadpan voice, "Alright, Ralph."
"Yay!" he yelled happily.
We went inside the Springfield Elementary and we walked to class.
Bart went into his locker and he put his schoolbag away.
"Hey, I wonder where Lisa is?" he said curiously. But then, he shrugged. "Oh, well, maybe she went to class already."
"Hey you, punk!" he heard a voice shout that sounded like Nelson.
"Oh, crap! It's Nelson! Gotta hide!" he exclaimed. Bart quickly jumped into a garbage pail.
"Give me your lunch money, now!" snarled Nelson.
"Make me!" cried Chuck nervously.
"Come on, give me your lunch money." Nelson said, as he leaned his face very close to Chuck's face.
"No." he said nervously.
"I'll wedgie you."
"You wouldn't."
"Oh, yeah?"
Then, he grabbed Chuck by his underwear and held on tightly.
"Put me down! Let me go!" yelled Chuck, as he struggled.
"I'll be happy to let you go, if you give me all your lunch money." chuckled Nelson mischievously.
"Never!" barked Chuck.
"Ay caramba! Chuck's in danger! I gotta save him!" Bart cried. "This looks like a job for the monster!"
"If you're not gonna give me all your lunch money, then I'll have to shake you upside down and let all your lunch money come to me." said Nelson mischievously, as he flipped Chuck upside down. Then, he started shaking him.
"Help! Somebody, help, help!" he screamed.
"It's too late." Nelson laughed evilly. "Nobody can help you now."
Suddenly, the purple monster came out of nowhere!
"Let that boy go now!" the purple monster roared.
Nelson stopped shaking Chuck and he looked at the purple monster.
"Were you talking to me?" he asked nervously.
"Yes, I was. How dare you shake that boy upside down?!" he barked furiously.
"I'm sorry, I was gonna let him go." whimpered Nelson.
"Put that boy down now before I kill you!" the purple monster snarled.
Without answering, Nelson flipped Chuck right side up and he put him on the floor.
"Now leave." said the purple monster.
"But, but, but why?" said Nelson.
"I said leave!" screeched the purple monster. "Leave before I lose my temper!"
"Well, I…" Nelson stammered.
Finally, the purple monster couldn't take it anymore. He roared very loud at Nelson's face.
Nelson screamed and he started to run.
"Help me!" he yelled.
"Yeah, yeah, you better run!" shouted the purple monster. "And don't you come back! Ever!" Then, he kicked the floor.
Then, Chuck looked at the purple monster and he gasped.
Suddenly, the purple monster took off his mask and it was Bart.
"Bart, it's you. You saved me from Nelson. You're a hero! How can I ever thank you?" said Chuck, as he hugged Bart tightly.
"I saved your life from Nelson picking on you." replied Bart.
"Thank you, Bart!" said Chuck happily.
"No problemo." he said. "It was Milhouse's idea to scare Jimbo, Kearney and Dolph away when they were picking on my lame-o sister on picture day."
"Really?" Chuck said in amazement.
"That's right." Bart answered. Then, he looked at the clock on the wall. It was 9:15a.m.
"Holy crap! I'm late for class!" he cried. "Mrs. Krabappel is gonna kill me for this!"
"Me too! I gotta get to class too! See you at lunchtime!" cried Chuck, as he started running to his classroom.
"Hasta la vista, Chuck!" called Bart, as he started running to his classroom.
Later, that day, it was time for music lessons. I was holding my saxophone.
"Can I sit next to you, Lisa?" asked Ralph.
"Yes, but don't try anything funny." I said seriously.
"Hey, Lisa, is he your boyfriend?" said Janey.
"Uh, no. He's just gonna sit next to me for the rest of the music lesson." I said.
"Lisa, are you feeling okay?" asked Janey, looking all worried. "You look a little pale."
"No, no. I'm fine. I was spending a lot of time outside all weekend." I said nervously.
We went into the music room and saw our music teacher, Mr. Largo.
"Good morning, class. Grab your seats and let's shake this rust out and start jamming." he said. "Now, we're going to practice our song, 'Put On a Happy Face' from the musical, "Bye Bye Birdie" for our upcoming recital and you better make me proud!"
"Yes, Mr. Largo!" we said in unison.
"And here we go! Five, six, seven, eight!" Mr. Largo announced.
We all started playing it.
"Gray skies are gonna clear up, Put on a happy face; Brush off the clouds and cheer up, Put on a happy face." sung Mr. Largo softly.
I played my saxophone and followed along with the tune, but then I started sweating a bit, but I didn't care. I kept on playing.
"Yeah! Yeah, you guys are tight!" said Mr. Largo proudly.
I saw Janey playing her clarinet clearly and I saw Milhouse playing his base shell clearly. I kept on playing my saxophone, even though I was sweating.
A drop of sweat fell from my head and it landed in the opening of my saxophone. Instead of playing it clearly, it went out of tune and I accidently blew my saxophone very loud!
Everyone stopped playing their instruments and they covered their ears, including Mr. Largo!
"WHAT THE HELL?!" he screamed.
"Ow! My ears!" wailed Milhouse.
Oh my God! What have I done? I thought nervously.
Then, the loud noise stopped and everyone uncovered their ears.
Mr. Largo looked at us, sternly. He didn't look like he was joking.
"I'm afraid somebody is out of tune." said Mr. Largo sternly.
"Don't look at me! I didn't do it!" said Janey seriously.
"I believe it was Lisa." said Sherri, as she pointed her finger at me.
Everyone was looking at me in shock.
"What did I do?" I protested.
"Lisa, your saxophone is out of tune and I suggest you play it the right way or you'll get detention for the rest of day." said Mr. Largo seriously. "Got it?"
"Yes, Mr. Largo." I said, still sweating.
"Good. Now fix your saxophone so we can get on with our song." demanded Mr. Largo seriously.
Without answering, I was trying my best to fix the keys on my saxophone.
"Lisa, why did you do that?" asked Ralph, looking all annoyed.
"I can't help it." I answered. "My saxophone was out of tune and now I gotta fix it."
"Lisa, thanks to your stupid saxophone, I just dropped my base shell!" said Milhouse angrily, as he picked up his base shell.
"It's not my fault, Milhouse." I said, as I continued sweating. "It's the reed."
"Uh, Lisa? Why are you sweating?" Milhouse asked.
"Well, it's because, uh…" I stammered.
"Well? What is it?! Spit it out!" he screeched.
Suddenly, I felt like I was going to pass out. Without answering Milhouse's question, I put my saxophone down and I went over to the window. I tried to open it for some fresh air, but I couldn't.
"Come on, come on." I said softly, trying to open the window.
"Hey, Lisa? Would you mind taking your seat again?" asked Mr. Largo. "What are you doing by the window there?"
Everyone turned around and they looked at me.
"I was- I was wondering, what country is Somalia?" I asked, looking like I was about to become sick.
Before Mr. Largo could answer, I started gagging. I knew exactly what was going to happen. I was sweating all over the place, my face started turning green like a frog, my lips started quivering, my eyes were rolling around and I started to become dizzy. I put my hand over my mouth to stop the most terrible, horrible, dreadful, awful thing that was going to happen. But unfortunately, it happened. I threw up all over the drums! Everyone groaned in disgust. Especially Mr. Largo.
"Oh-no." he said, as he put his hand over his forehead and shook his head.
"Oh my God, that is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen!" cried Sherri, as she pinched her nose with her fingers.
"Repulsive." groaned Janey.
"Oh, I should've never jumped on the trampoline after I ate the pizza!" I wailed, as I continued vomiting all over the place.
"Oh, boy." said Mr. Largo. Then he turned to Janey. "Janey, go get Ms. Hoover."
"Yes, Mr. Largo." said Janey, as she ran out of the room.
"Milhouse, go run and tell Groundskeeper Willie that somebody threw up." said Mr. Largo.
"Yes, Mr. Largo." said Milhouse, as he ran out of the room.
"I think it smells like cat vomit in here." said Ralph, as he pinched his nose with his fingers.
In my classroom, Ms. Hoover was at her desk, reading a magazine, when suddenly, Janey came into the classroom.
"Ms. Hoover! Ms. Hoover!" Janey cried, as she went into the classroom.
Ms. Hoover put her magazine down and looked at Janey.
"Janey, shouldn't you be in music class, right now?" said Ms. Hoover seriously.
"I was until something horrible happened! It's Lisa! You gotta come quickly!" cried Janey, as she waved her arms up and down.
"Lisa?!" cried Ms. Hoover.
"Yes, it's Lisa! This is an emergency! Come with me!" she yelled, as she grabbed Ms. Hoover's arm.
Janey took her to the music room and she saw me vomiting all over the place. Everyone was hiding under their chairs.
"I once throwed up too." said Ralph.
"Ralph, 'throwed' is not a word and it's 'threw'." corrected Sherri.
"Sorry, I threw up after I went on the trampoline." he said.
"Don't look at me! Please, don't!" I moaned, as I continued to retch.
"It's okay, Lisa." said Ms. Hoover, as she went over to me. "You're gonna be fine."
"Is she gonna be okay, Ms. Hoover?" asked Janey, looking really worried.
"Don't worry, Janey. She'll be fine. Thanks for telling me." Ms. Hoover replied.
"You're welcome."
"Oh, so that's why Lisa was sweating the whole time." Ralph said sadly, as he came out from his chair.
"Dewey, could you take the kids to the cafeteria?" said Ms. Hoover. "It's lunchtime."
"Sure, Elizabeth." Mr. Largo said.
Then, he gathered all the children as they all came out from their chairs.
"Alright, kids. Stand up, take your instruments with you, hold your noses, get in line and quietly file into the hallway. I know it stinks in here, but it'll be over soon."
The kids did what Mr. Largo said and went to the cafeteria. Ms. Hoover gave me a paper towel to wipe my mouth from retching.
"Ms. Hoover," I said queasily, as I walked down the hall with her. "You told somebody that I'm a nuisance and I don't think I am."
Ms. Hoover looked astonished and she looked at me. "I did? When?" she said.
"On picture day when I was about to take my picture. You told someone that I'm a nuisance." I explained, as I wiped my mouth with the paper towel.
Ms. Hoover laughed and said, "Oh, Lisa, you misunderstood. I meant that trying to get the egg out of your hair was a nuisance for my friend. I didn't say that you were a nuisance."
I felt a little better. "Really?" I said, as I started to smile a bit.
"Yeah, you're not a nuisance!" said Ms. Hoover happily. "You're popular and you're so smart!"
"Thanks, Ms. Hoover." I said, as I hugged her.
"So, do you know what caused you to throw up?" asked Ms. Hoover seriously.
"Well, yesterday, Bart invited Milhouse, Martin, Nelson, Janey and of course, Ralph over for pizza. Then, Bart challenged us to jump on the trampoline without throwing up. Ralph, Milhouse and Martin lost. Janey, Nelson and I were tied because our mother said we were gonna throw up if we keep jumping too long." I explained.
"Wow. It seems to me that you and Bart are breaking new ground together." replied Ms. Hoover.
"Yeah, I guess." I said.
Suddenly, I started to feel dizzy again. My eyes started rolling around again and the next thing I knew, I fell down to the floor on my back and fainted. Ms. Hoover carried me.
Later, I was in Homer's car, out cold.
"You get comfortable in there." said Homer, as he went into the car.
Homer tried to turn the ignition, but it wouldn't start.
"Oh, come on." Homer said, looking all agitated.
He tried and tried and tried again, but the car wouldn't budge.
"What the hell," said Homer madly. "Move, already, you little S.O.B.!"
Everyone from the cafeteria was hearing a strange sound, so they put their earmuffs on and continued eating their lunch.
"Go, already, for crying out loud!" screeched Homer, as he accidently punched the horn on the steering wheel.
No matter how many times Homer has tried to start the car up, it wouldn't go.
"Come on!" he yelled furiously. "You've got to be kidding me!"
Moments later, a tow truck came by.
"Try this one." said Homer, as he gave the card to the tow truck driver. But then, he quickly took it back. "No, no, wait. That's no good. I'm sorry." He gave the tow truck driver a new card. "I think this one's gonna be good."
Note: So, that's the end of chapter 21. I hope you like it and please review! By the way, the song that Mr. Largo and the kids were playing was "Put On a Happy Face" from "Bye Bye Birdie". Gee, I feel very bad for Lisa when she threw up in music class just like Ramona did. Don't you guys think? Be sure to stay tuned for chapter 22 and I'll try to post it up as soon as possible!
THANK YOU & T.T.F.N.: Ta-ta for now!