Robotboy; complication of the Jungle

I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!

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ANNOUNCEMENT!

I'M GETTING A BOOK PUBLISHED!

SUMMARY:
On the 13th day of the 13th month of the 13th year...magic will return to the world...and the streets will run red with the blood of the (semi)innocent...unless the world is saved by the most unlikely of hero's...baking cupcakes?!

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Tommy sighed, due to a Kamikaze attack he'd been late for school elective day...now there was only two left...garbage picking and theater.

Tommy sighs, "Well...bottom of the barrel, but at least it's a no brainer." He walks up to trash picking.

"Beat you to it!" Shouts Kurt as he knocks him aside and takes the last spot on the list.

Tommy groans but reluctantly goes to the other stand...

"Why is everyone so reluctant to join my theater troupe?" Asks the theater teacher Llewellyn Sinclair out loud.

"Because your standards are too high! You drive everyone who works under you to tears with your need for everything to be perfect and authentic!" Explains Tommy as he somberly signs in...

The man snorts; "I don't demand anything less then your other teachers..." He hand waves dismissively.

"You CRUCIFIED the star of the Christmas pageant!" Snapped back Tommy annoyed.

"For which we got a standing ovation! And she was fine after three months of urgent care! So what's the problem?"

"But it didn't even make sense! The play wasn't even about JESUS! It was about Rudolph!"

"It's called post-modern iconoclasm! The other reindeer crucified him with their mockery and isolation, but he was reborn anew just in time to save Christmas! Now are you going to mock me or sign in? Don't make me get the principal!"

Tommy sighs as he finishes signing in...

"Well...it probably won't be so bad...I mean I've fought villains, mutants and cyborgs...I can handle a measly one-semester class, right?"

...

"You want me to what?!" Shouted Tommy.

"I want you to be Tarzan in my next production!" Exclaimed Sinclair aloud. "No, I got that...but you want me to wear THAT!?" Said a mortified Tommy as he points to the LOINCLOTH on the nearby coat hanger.

"Well of course, this needs to be authentic!"

"But come on...I can't go in front of people with just that! Can't I just wear shorts? Or at least wear underwear underneath it?"

"NO! I will not compromise my artistic integrity because of your idiotic modesty! Now wear nothing but that, or it's an automatic F!" He storms off in a huff...

Tommy grumbles as he picks up the loincloth which wasn't even big enough to be called a 'washcloth' frankly...

"Of course I happen to be born in the one town where it's perfectly legal to force a kid to do this", he mumbles to himself...

Sadly for him...his conversation with the teacher had an audience...

Lola peeked inside the room and giggled as Tommy moped over his impending humiliation...

Well, that's awkward. But not who I was talking about...

Kurt peeks through the window and grins evilly, this was too perfect to pass up!

Well, that's worse. But no, not him either.

Ah, there we go!

Through a spy-bug...Dr. Kamikaze sees all...

"Yikes. Poor Tommy, he already has it so rough...but this is messed up!" Exclaimed Constantine while he dusted.

"Yes, I quite agree...there's being evil and then there's just being inappropriate." Said a clearly uncomfortable Kamikaze...who then gets a nasty idea...

"But that doesn't mean we can't take advantage of the situation..." Mused Kamikaze.

Constantine looks uncomfortable, "Uh...Boss? When you say 'take advantage'..."

"I meant kidnap him! Using robot minions so we don't ever touch him! Get your head out of the gutter Constantine!" Kamikaze then looks thoughtful. "But just in case the robot breaks...bring some 10ft tongs..."

Constantine sighed, "Yes boss..."

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Mr. Sinclair groaned, "What is with girls these days!? Ever girl in the class preferred expulsion to being cast as Jane!" He sighs, "Well I guess writing's on the wall; without a female lead I'll have to rewrite the script to a political drama instead..." He quickly tries to rewrite the title, "Tarzan...lord of geo-political shapes? No, that's stupid...Tarzan lord of... social... Mapes? No, that's worse..."

"Uh...excuse me? Mr. Sinclair? I hear you need a Jane?" The man looks to over to see Lola, looking up to him with a smile...

...later that night...

Tommy looks at the loincloth he now wore mortified. He honestly didn't know what was more mortifying...the fact he was wearing such a tiny thing..or the fact his tiny 'thing' was actually smaller then said loincloth...

"There's no way I'm going out in front of everyone like this! forget it! I'll just take the 'F', mom will ground me but at least I'll still have my dignity!"

"Not if I have anything to say about it!"

Tommy looks behind him just in time to See a smirking Kurt toss his clothes out the window!

"Enjoy your 15 seconds of shame loser!" Laughs Kurt as he runs out and locks the door behind him.

Tommy panics, he tries to open the door or windows...nothing. He tries to find something to cover himself...nothing. For better or for worse...the only way out was through the stage...

Tommy smirks, "Which is what I'd say if I didn't have a super-robot friend to just take me home!" He says with a laugh! He then reaches for his watch to summon Robotboy...but it's gone!

"What?! no! Come on! This can't be happening! Where'd my watch go?! I now I had it with me when Lola helped me bring that prop in! It couldn't have just gone off on it's own!" Tommy panics as he tries to look for it...

Lola giggles as she watches Tommy panic from behind a curtain...in his tiny loincloth...

"So tiny...so cute." She teases with a smirk. She pulls out the watch she snatched from Tommy. She'd given orders to Robotboy to keep watch over the play, stop any of the villains from interpreting it...but also to ignore any requests Tommy made about rescuing him from the play, explaining it as just being 'part of the show'...

No way ANYONE was running her fun tonight! Thinks Lola as she removes her clothes, puts on her leopard pelt and goes to comfort a panicky Tommy...

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