2:45 PM – Hallway
Marcellous, Vegeta and Table were standing outside in the hallway, in front of a door. Table was in his Ms. Surefire disguise.
"I don't know, guys..." Table sighed, "I don't think this is gonna work."
"Come on!" Marcellous said, "You look exactly like a girl!"
"But what if this doesn't work out?" Table asked, "She'll never forgive me. I should just give up now."
"Brother..." Vegeta started, "Me and Marcellous have something to tell you, because we knew this was going to happen."
"Really?"
Marcellous and Vegeta looked at each other, then they broke out into song.
Don't stop! Don't stop! We're in luck now!
Don't stop! Keep your spirit proud,
And ride upon the wind, all we have to do is go!
Don't stop! Don't stop! We're in luck now,
Don't stop! There's so much to be found!
We can find paradise!
All we have to do is go, go!
Free your soul...
DRAGON SOUL!
Table had an anime sweatdrop.
Pein was pacing around in the Akatsuki layer. "Kakuzu," he said, "What are they doing now?"
Kakuzu was using binoculars to spy into the College. "...Marcellous and Vegeta are singing the theme song of Dragon Ball Z Kai to some old lady in the hallway."
Pein's eyes widened. "What version?"
"Sean Schemmel."
Deidara gasped. "That's only on the DVD version, un!"
Hidan clenched his fists. "Those tricky bastards!"
Itachi ran in, the copy of "DBZ College" in his hand. "THAT WAS THE SINGLE MOST AWESOME THING I'VE EVER READ IN THE HISTORY OF FOREVER."
Everyone looked at the Uchiha.
"Itachi-san..." Kisame started, "Are you alright?"
"I don't know." Itachi said, "It felt almost like someone was forcing to say that.."
"How could this happen?" asked Sasori.
Itachi scanned through the novel. "In here, everyone makes mention of the author telling the third-person view, and he seems to add his own commentary whenever he sees fit...almost like a god."
Oh, damnit! You guys found out!
"Who said that?"
Marcellous and Vegeta had stopped singing, and Table was about to enter.
"Now remember," Marcellous said, "I'll be helping out with a tiny intercom, disguised as your hearing aid."
"Got it!" Table said as he tapped his ear.
Marcellous was convulsing on the ground in a matter of seconds.
"Whoops..." Table chuckled, "Too loud..."
Vegeta picked him up. "You go, we got this."
Table opened the door and saw Clare sitting there.
"Hello," she said, "I'm guessing you're here because of the ad?"
Table had a faux English accent. "Why yes, dear. I am."
"Have a seat." Clare pulled out a piece of paper. "If you don't mind, I'll be asking you some questions."
"Of course, dear."
Clare cleared her throat. "First, what's your name?
Table whispered into his microphone. "Marcellous, what's my name?"
"Euphegenia!"
"H-H-Hugevagina!"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Euphegenia, dear." Table said, "Euphegenia Surefire."
"That's lovely." Clare said as she looked down into her paper. "How old are you?"
"65 years young."
"Finally...tell me a little about yourself."
Table/Ms. Surefire cleared his/her throat. "I was born in 1947 in Blackpool, England. I was quite popular in my school days, and I was the captain of the girls' football team in 1962. By football, I mean what the Americans call soccer, dear. I worked as a nanny for the McIntyre family and their lovely three children. But they eventually grew up, as all children do. I had grown quite attached to them, but we must all say goodbye. I moved here to live with my cousin until I can find some sort on income on my own."
Clare looked pleased. "That was a very touching story. I think you just found that income."
Table smiled. "When can I start, love?"
"About a week or so."
Table got up and shook Clare's hand. "I was a pleasure to meet you."
Clare smiled. "Same here."
Table walked out of the door. Clare sat back down and though to herself. "She seems so familiar...why do I feel like I've met her before?"
