Chapter Fifty One

(Hey, y'all!

I mentioned in the previous chapters that there will a song in this chapter and I posted the link.

I'm adding the link to the song again…soooo…here it is:

watch?v=Q8B9yfdR8po

Enjoy the story and life as it goes!

-imaginarytoon1

PS: Some parts of the lyrics are changed in case if you're listening to the song while reading this chapter. Also, the students and the Toons who are singing the song that's being used in this chapter will have their parts in bold text.

PPS: AnonymousZGirl, please don't get angry at me after you read about who is siding with Mr. Trunchbull. I wanted to add a twist in this story.)

Third Person POV:

Beatrice, dressed in her blue oversized P.E. shirt and black shorts, stood in between Cressida and the Toon Patrol once she walked in to the gym with her gym clothes.

Along with Cressida and the Toon Patrol, Beatrice and the other students and Toons whispered about why Mr. Trunchbull is making everyone ditch their classrooms and go to the gymnasium.

Unfortunately, the gymnasium wasn't too big enough for all of the students to fit in. In fact, it was really crowded.

Beatrice doesn't usually have a problem with tight spaces but when she doesn't know what's going on very well, she will have a hard time and feel claustrophobic (even though she doesn't have a phobia of tight spaces).

"Are you all right?" Greasy asked.

"Sometimes I act funny in tight spaces." Beatrice replied before taking deep breaths to calm herself down.

Just before Beatrice was about to experience the feeling of claustrophobia, Mr. Trunchbull (who was dressed in a gray sweater and red sweatpants) walked into the gym with a whistle in his hand and almost immediately after every student and Toon, he shouted,

"LINE UP WITH ANYONE WHO IS IN YOUR GRADE!"

Without hesitation, every student did what they were told.

"TOONS SHOULD HAVE THEIR OWN GROUP!" Mr. Trunchbull said. "THEY SHOULD NOT BE IN ANY STUDENT GROUPS! TOONS, SEPARATE YOURSELVES FROM THE STUDENTS IMMEDIATELY."

The Toons, even the Toon Patrol, who were with any of their human friends, were angry with what Mr. Trunchbull said but they almost immediately obeyed and started to form their own group.

Slowly, one by one, before they joined with the other Toons, Stupid and Psycho gave Beatrice and Cressida looks on their faces that say 'We're sorry' as they walked away. Wheezy looked at Cressida with a worried look on his face and she nervously glanced at him. After glancing at Greasy, who was hugging Beatrice (she was hugging him with one arm around his body), Wheezy took a deep breath and…HUGGED CRESSIDA. But he didn't hug her for long and he immediately took off running before Cressida asked him anything. In his mind, Wheezy berated himself for doing something so awkward at the wrong time.

Before he was about to get in trouble, Greasy released Beatrice from his group and walked away from her and joined the other Toons.

Smarty looked at Beatrice and then, he whispered,

"Wait for the right time."

"Time for what?" Beatrice asked.

But Smarty didn't have time to explain. As he ran after the members of his patrol, he said to Beatrice,

"You'll figure it out."

Beatrice was still confused.

Then, relief came to her when the gymnasium had more space after everyone joined their group.

"STARTING IN A FEW MINUTES," Mr. Trunchbull shouted, "YOU WILL WORKING OUT ON MY COMMAND. IF ANY OF YOU REFUSE TO DO SO, I WILL BLOW MY WHISTLE REALLY LOUDLY AND MY ASSISTANTS WILL IMMEDIATELY DRAG YOU TO THE CHOKEY."

After he said that, Slimy, Sleazy, and Flasher popped out from behind Mr. Trunchbull, much to Beatrice and the Toon Patrol's shock.

Why are Slimy, Flasher, and Sleazy working for Mr. Trunchbull?! Beatrice thought. THAT PRINCIPAL IS EVIL!

"STUDENTS, LINE UP IN ROWS! KINDERGARTERNERS SHOULD LINE UP IN THE BACK AND UPPER CLASSMEN LINE UP IN THE FRONT!" Mr. Trunchbull shouted. "TOON SHOULD STAND IN THE GAPS THAT ARE IN BETWEEN THE STUDENTS! YOU ARE ALL HERE BECAUSE THERE IS SOMETHING FISHY GOING ON!"

Then, Sleazy, Slimy, and Flasher leave the gymnasium after Beatrice heard music playing and everyone nervously obeyed Mr. Trunchbull's command as they began to whisper about Slimy, Flasher, and Sleazy.

"The school of late has started reeking—" Mr. Trunchbull began to sing but stopped after seeing the students exchange conversations with each other and Toons.

"QUIET, MAGGOTS, WHEN I'M SPEAKING!"

Immediately, everyone stopped talking and looked at Mr. Trunchbull.

He smiled a small evil smile as he continued to sing,

"—REEKING with a most DISTURBING SCENT.

Only the finest nostrils smell it,

But I know it oh-to-well.

It is the odor of rebellion,

It's THE BOUQUET OF DISSENT!"

Mr. Trunchbull started to give every student in the front row evil glances as he moved in straight line in front of them.

"And you may bet your britches,

Misters and MISSES,

That I find this ODIFEROUSNESS,

WHOLLY OFACTORIALLY INSULTING.

And so to stop the stench's spread,

I find a session of phys. ed,

Sorts the merely rank of the REVOLTING."

Then, Mr. Trunchbull stopped walking and shouted,

"LIE DOWN AND DO SEVERAL SIT-UPS!"

I would like it if you would say 'please', thank you. Beatrice thought as she was going down on the floor to lie down.

Mr. Trunchbull took a deep breath and sighed.

"The smell of rebellion comes out in the sweat,

And phys. ed. will get you sweating!" He sung as he watched every student and Toon do sit-ups.

"And it won't be long before I smell the pong,

Of aiding and abetting!

A bit of phys. ed. will tell us,

Who has a head full of rebellious thoughts."

When the students lifted the upper halves of their bodies, Mr. Trunchbull shouted,

"HOLD! HOLD!"

Then, he sung,

"Just like a rotten egg floats to the top of a bucket of water!"

As the students and Toons went back to doing their sit-ups, they began to sing as they lifted the upper halves of their bodies while Mr. Trunchbull would sing and watch the students in an evil kind of pleasure.

"One, two, three, four.

The smell of rebellion!

The stench of revolt!

The reek of insubordination!" The students, Toons, and Mr. Trunchbull sung.

Wheezy, Greasy, and Stupid fell on their backs in exhaustion.

"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" The three weasels exclaimed in unison.

Before Mr. Trunchbull caught them lying down, Stupid, Wheezy, and Greasy went back to their sit-ups.

"One, two, three, four.

The whiff of resistance!

The pong of dissent!

The funk of mutiny in action!" The students, Toons, and Mr. Trunchbull sung.

In the process of singing, Mr. Trunchbull walked to a student in the front row, dragged him out of the row, and made him stand by the doors of the gym.

"THAT'S NOT RIGHT!" Beatrice shouted.

"Before a weed becomes too big and greedy,

You really need to nip it in the bud." Mr. Trunchbull sung.

Then, he shouted,

"POSITION TWO!"

All of the students, except for the one student who was standing by the gym doors, and Toons straighten their legs and they began to do straight-legged crunches.

"Before the worm starts to turn,

You must scrape off the dirt,

And rip it from the mud!" Mr. Trunchbull sung.

Beatrice winced after hearing the last sentence.

Then, Mr. Trunchbull blew his whistle loudly for a brief second and Slimy, Flasher, and Sleazy ran into the gym. After Mr. Trunchbull pointed his index finger at a student, Slimy, Flasher, and Sleazy ran towards the student.

"One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.

The whiff of insurgence!

The stench of intent!

The reek of pre-pubescent protest!" The students, Toons, and Mr. Trunchbull sung.

Beatrice watched in horror when she saw Slimy, Flasher, and Sleazy drag the student out of the gym with evil looks on their faces.

"AND THAT'S NOT RIGHT!" She shouted.

"One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.

The funk of defiance!

The odour of coup!

The waft of anarchy in progress!" The students, Toons, and Mr. Trunchbull sung.

"I can't take it anymore!" Stupid and Smarty shouted.

"Once we've exorcised these demons," Mr. Trunchbull sung,

They shall be too pooped for dreaming!

Some double-time discipline

Should stop the rot from setting in!"

Then, Mr. Trunchbull sighed and said,

"All right. Everyone, stand up. We're going to step it up. Run around the gym until I say 'stop'. Step it up. DOUBLE TIME."

Everyone hopped on to their feet and began to run around the gym as the speed of the music increased a little bit.

"ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!" Mr. Trunchbull sung as the students and Toons ran.

"Discipline!

Discipline!

For children who aren't listening,

For pigeons who are fidgeting,

And whispering in history,

Their chattering and chittering,

Their nattering and twittering,

Is tempered with a smattering of discipline."

Stupid stepped on one of his untied shoelaces and he fell flat on his stomach with an 'UMPH'.

Beatrice quickly slowed down and helped Stupid get back on his feet.

They quickly went back to running before Mr. Trunchbull caught them.

"We must begin insisting,

On rigidity and discipline," Mr. Trunchbull began to sing.

"Persistently resisting,

This anarchistic 'mischieving'.

These minutes you are frittering,

On pandering and pitying,

While little ones like this,

They just want discipline."

Mr. Trunchbull stuck out his right foot and three students tripped over it.

"The simpering and whimpering,

The dribbling and the spittling,

The 'Mister, I need a tissue',

Is an issue we can fix.

There is no mystery to mastering,

The art of classroom 'mistering'.

It's discipline, discipline…"

Every student and Toon rolled their eyes and they shouted,

"Discipline!"

"The smell of rebellion!" Mr. Trunchbull sung.

"The stench of revolt!

The reek of pre-pubescent plotting!

The whiff of resistance!

The pong of dissent!

The funk of moral fibre rotting!"

Mr. Trunchbull began to feel pleased with himself and with what he's doing to the students and Toons.

Then, the thought of disliking children came to him.

Mr. Trunchbull knew very well that he really hates children, even if they're well-behaved. He never really understood why children are not like grown-ups and why children prefer to play a lot instead of working really hard on things.

Mr. Trunchbull began to wonder what the world would be like when there are no children anywhere.

The music quickly began to slow down a little bit and Mr. Trunchbull walked in the middle of the gymnasium.

"Imagine a world with no children." Mr. Trunchbull sung.

"Close your eyes and just dream."

The lights in the gym start to get really dark and dim and a spotlight began to shine on Mr. Trunchbull as he walked.

"Imagine—Come on, try it—"He sung, causing the students and Toons to stop running and look at him.

"The peace and the quiet,

A babbling stream.

Now imagine a woods with a cottage,

And inside that cottage we find,

A man called Zeke, a carnival freak,

Who can fold paper hats with his mind,"

Beatrice frowned in confusion as Mr. Trunchbull danced around in his fantasy.

"And he says," Mr. Trunchbull sung.

" 'Don't let them steal your horses!'"

What does that have anything to do with this?! Beatrice thought.

"'No!

Don't let them throw them away!

No!"

Beatrice exchanged glances with Smarty and Wheezy. They shrugged their shoulders as if they were saying, "I have no idea what's going on."

"If you find your way through," Mr. Trunchbull continued.

"They'll be waiting for you,

Singing,

'Neigh!'

'Neigh!''"

After a brief pause, Cressida looked at Beatrice (with Psycho behind her) and said out loud,

"HE'S MAD!"

Immediately, Mr. Trunchbull snapped out of his fantasy and while pointing his index finger at Cressida, he shouted,

"AHA!"

Then, Psycho covered Cressida's mouth with his sleeve-covered hand as the lights snapped back on.

"Aha! And there, just like I said," Mr. Trunchbull sung.

"The stinking maggot rears its head.

Even the squittiest, piteous mess,

Can harbor seeds of stinkiness.

Have you ever seen anything more repellent?!

Have you ever smelled anything worse,

Than that smell of rebellion?!"

Immediately, the students and Toons ran to random places in the gym and they did their own workout as Mr. Trunchbull continued to sing. The kindergarteners, first, second, third, fourth, and fifth graders did push-ups, the sixth, seventh, and eighth-graders did crunches, the ninth and tenth graders pulled work-out sleds (with heavy weights on them) around the gym, the eleventh graders did squats, and the twelfth graders did jumping jacks. The Toons joined their human friends and did whatever workout their friends were doing. The Toon Patrol worked on doing push-ups as Beatrice and Cressida did their squats.

"The stench of revolt!" Mr. Trunchbull sung.

"The reek of insubordination!

The whiff of resistance!

The pong of dissent!"

Beatrice stopped doing her squats and frowned at Mr. Trunchbull.

She wanted to know why Mr. Trunchbull is making everyone work out in the gym (Well, Beatrice knew that working out is healthy for the body but since the minute Mr. Trunchbull made every student and Toon dress up and ditch their classes.).

After having a quick glance at Mr. Trunchbull, Beatrice looked around the gym with her eyes. She needed something that she can stand on so that she can make everyone stop doing their workouts, stop Mr. Trunchbull, and ask Mr. Trunchbull about why he's making everyone ditch their classes at an unnecessary time.

Then, she spotted five ropes hanging from the ceiling that were eight feet away from the doors of the gym.

Beatrice figured that the ropes will have to do.

Without anyone, not even Mr. Trunchbull, noticing, Beatrice ran towards the ropes with a really quick speed.

"And I will not stop 'til you are squashed!" Mr. Trunchbull sung.

'Til this rebellion is quashed!"

Beatrice grabbed the third rope and climbed up flawlessly like a squirrel.

"'Til glorious, sweaty discipline has washed,"

Beatrice stopped climbing when she reached the top.

"This sickening scent,

AWAAAAAAAAAY!"

As the music played its final note, Beatrice shouted at the top of her lungs,

"STOOOOOP!"