A/N: Yes, I still need a through proofreading on my stories as I twice promised on my profile without delivering. I'll stop procrastinating. The third time is the charm after all! In the meantime, let's end my hiatus of Proper Discipline...

"Brain?" Buster asked.

"Yes?" Brain responded.

"Did you upset Miss Strauss when you went looking for her?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because she's been staring at you ever since we got on the bus."

Brain looked up and sure enough Miss Strauss was still glaring at him. In fact, she seemed unable to look away from him.

"Oh, I hadn't noticed," Brain lied.

Brain wasn't sure what he was going to do with Miss Strauss. She probably was too smart to go into the computer lab again anytime soon. There must be another way he could expose her. But Miss Strauss would likely see through almost anything he could try. He would have to tell someone else as soon as he was outside of her reach.

The bus stopped as they reached World's End Park.

"Everyone exit the bus in an orderly fashion," Miss Strauss called. She began to list out safety warnings but never once did her eyes move away from Brain. Brain walked over to the duck pond and realized quickly Miss Strauss was following him.

"Miss Strauss?" Brain asked.

"Alan?" she responded.

So now she finally realized the difference between me and Buster. Figures. "Do you need something?"

"I just wanted to thank you for how helpful you were in laminating. In fact, I would like to see you after class so you can help me on a project."

Brain's stomach sank. "A project?"

"Yes. It's very important."

Miss Strauss then walked away without another word. Brain had no idea what she was planning, but he was going to flee the classroom as quickly as possible once the clock turned three.

""Hey, Brain?" Francine called, "are you having a problem with Miss Strauss?"

"Why do you ask?" Brain asked insincerely.

"She was sort of looking at you funny and following you."

"Oh, she was? I hadn't noticed," Brain fibbed again.

Susan sighed impatiently. "It needs to be a five course meal like Chef Kamman said. She never said it needed to be a certain cuisine only."

"Nonetheless, I think it would be best if we stick with one theme," Deborah responded. "I mean, imagine if we served roast beef with anchovies, fried onions, gelato and chow mein?"

"That's a strawman, Deborah."

"I still we should stick with Italian cuisine," said Gio, who had so far cooked exclusively in that form of cuisine.

"I think we should just do charcuterie boards," Ronald piped up.

"Five different charcuterie boards?" Susan asked skeptically. "Is that even a single course? Besides, Chef Kamman would almost certainly accuse us of taking the easy way out."

"She said it would be a event with wine."

"Ronald, every event she holds is a wine event! I've seen her drink wine in her office at three in the afternoon."

"I want to do soul food," Sarah offered.

"I don't know anything about soul food!" Susan whined.

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Then no better way of learning."

"I still say separate cuisines!" Susan insisted.

"Enough!" David yelled. "This is getting silly."

"Well, David, do you have an idea?"

"Yes, I do. And it's definitely not what the chef will be expecting. Here's what I have in mind..."

Chip Crosswire drank a glass of Château Latour 1886 while relaxing in the jacuzzi on his private jet. The sooner he got to Miami the better.

"We'll be having a little turbulence for a few minutes but nothing serious," his bodyguard called from cockpit. "We're about twenty minutes from Miami."

"That's all right," Chip responded. He briefly pondered how lucky he was in having a bodyguard who also knew how to fly planes.

"Oh, Chip," a sing-song voice called from the intercom.

Chip froze. That wasn't his bodyguard.

"Someone's hacking into the jet," his bodyguard in called in panic.

"That's right," another voice called. "Courtesy of our old pal Bailey and the FBI."

Chip had never felt his heart race so fast. "Ben? Loretta?"

"Present," Loretta answered. "I'll take it you've learned of our recent solo career?"

"How did you find me?"

Ben gave out a snicker. "Chip, your fake documents and hair dye may have fooled the airport, but with us you need way more work. When we learned of a jet with a solid gold bowling alley, jacuzzi's, and even a wine cellar we knew who it was immediately."

"Can't even hide your materialistic habits when your on the run," Loretta taunted. "Finding you was a piece of cake."

Chip blushed. He had wondered from the beginning if he should have just taken the stolen SWAT, but ultimately decided to celebrate his escape in style. Big mistake.

"Of course, our newest invention helped," Ben bragged, "let's make a right turn!"

Before he could even ask what that meant the plane made a sharp right tilt. Chip fell out of the jacuzzi and violently was slammed against the side of the plane. He gave a roar of pain and could hear panic from his henchmen.

"They've taken over the plane," his bodyguard cried in horror. "We have no control over the plane whatsoever!"

"Exactly so," Loretta said. "So, Chip, you have a big decision to make. Join us or go down?"

The plane tilted again into normal place. Chip felt something wet and realized water from his jacuzzi had soaked all over the plane.

"Join you," he muttered weakly, his mouth hurt from banging the wall.

"Excellent. We're in Miami. We're returning control of your plane over to your cockpit. We'll give you further instructions later."

The intercom went silent. The plane made a swerve down.

"That swerve was me," his bodyguard explained. "I was testing if really have control again. And we do."

"Are we really joining them?" One of his henchmen asked.

Chip gave a hoarse laugh. "Not a chance. But I want that hijacking remote in our hands. So we'll play along then double-cross them once when we get the remote for ourselves."

Loretta slipped the remote back in her handbag. "He's definitely going to roll us over first chance he gets."

Ben nodded in agreement. "I know. And that's exactly how we'll fake our deaths. Chip's arrogance will make it impossible for him to see through our trap."

"It's almost too easy," Loretta said, "These rings are walking on thin ice thinking there's a bridge."

"And that's great news for us."