Welcome back, gang. Enjoy.
Bottom or Dogberry
While everyone waited in the library for Barrage to come back, since they couldn't return to school without their supervisor, Lee and Tina searched for Basil. He couldn't have gotten down by himself. They had returned with Biffy and Steve and to their shock found him missing.
Basil couldn't have gotten down by himself. No one was sure where he was. Unless a really big owl had carried him away he had to be somewhere in the theater. Lee and Tina searched but they didn't find him. Ultimately they went their separate ways and got changed into their regular clothes.
When they returned to the library they saw Brad sitting at a table. His feet were resting on the table and his hands were behind his head. Brad wasn't usually like that… unless he had just done something to Basil.
"Brad!" Everyone starred at the entrance as Basil walked in. There was a clearly unhappy look on Basil's face. "For all your jerkiness you'd be excellent as Bottom or Dogberry." Brad gave Basil a blank look.
"What?" Basil's right hand smacked his forehead.
"The things that go over your heads!" Basil walked right up to Brad and placed a hand on the table Brad was sitting. "I landed on my head! After that I ended up imagining I saw some weird tunnels, and by the way, Mr. Morgan, one of the employees is growing an unpleasant kind of plant beneath the stage." Mr. Morgan had been reading a newspaper in a chair in a corner. When he had been told this, he raised an eyebrow. "You have any idea how many times that's happened to me? As of today twenty-six times!"
"Then why don't you have brain damage?"
"I've got a really hard skull." Brad scoffed at this.
"Yeah right!" A sly grin appeared on Basil's face.
"Hit me!" Brad shook his head.
"I'm not going to hit you." Basil started waving his arms around crazily at this.
"Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!" Basil's voice sped up. With an annoyed look appearing on Brad's face Basil's plan was working. Brad threw a punch only for Basil to duck and Brad's fist to hit the side of a bookshelf. Brad gasped in pain.
"Darn maple!" Basil looked at the bookshelf.
"Really? That's maple?" Brad nodded.
"The pain I'm in tells me it is." Basil snickered in response.
"Well then I guess we're even." Basil walked away, or at least he tried. Brad grabbed him by the collar, with the hand that wasn't in pain, and turned Basil to face him.
"You call that fair?" Basil thought for a moment. Finally, he nodded. "What? Why?"
"Let's see here: first you taunt me while I'm hanging from a rope, then after I fall down the open trapdoor you close the door and leave me while loudly whistling a song that doesn't rhyme!" Giuseppe tapped Brad on the shoulder. Basil and Brad both looked at the emo. This was unexpected.
"What song were you whistling?" This was really unexpected. Brad shook his head.
"It doesn't matter." Brad turned his head to look at Basil. He had gotten out of Brad's grip and was walking towards the door. "Where do you think you're going?"
"To get some fresh air!" Basil waved a hand. "It sickens me to be in the same room with one such as you!"
