CHUBBY'S DINER AFTER SCHOOL
"Hey, kids, what can I get ya?" Chubby, the large, greasy "chef" asked Cory and Topanga as they stood gazing up at the menu board.
"Hey, Chubby. I'll just love one of your..." Cory began.
Topanga quickly cut him off, almost in hysterics she nearly screamed "One chocolate shake, no, no, make it two, and three pieces of chocolate cake! And step on it!"
"That the lot?" Chubby asked, looking at Cory.
"Who cares?! Did you not hear me?! I need chocolate!" Topanga exclaimed.
Chubby, who is usually not fazed by anything, suddenly jumped to attention, and hurried to make Topanga's order.
"Topanga, what is with this chocolate thing? I mean, you haven't eaten a thing besides chocolate since Turner announced that test for Friday," Cory spoked, looking concerned for her.
"Cory, do not underestimate the power of chocolate!" Topanga announced, grabbing her order and rushing over to the nearest table, which was occupied by a couple. They took one look at Topanga and scurried off, leaving their almost untouched food behind.
"Hey, girly, you haven't paid for..." Chubby began.
"I'll pay for it, Chubby," Cory interrupted, not wanting to cause any more madness.
THE MATTHEWS HOUSE
"Mommy, I'm bored!" Eric whined from where he sat at the dining room table. Amy was trying to prepare dinner.
"Well, why don't you see what Jason's doing?" Amy asked her son.
"He's busy studying," Eric complained.
"Why aren't you?"
"Because I know what's going to be in the test, and I've already memorized the answers."
"Eric, how do you know? Should I be hearing this?" Amy asked with concern that her son had been cheating. He now had her full attention.
"Mommy, I'm shocked that you could think such a thing! Of course I haven't cheated! I can see the questions!"
"Do you still think you can see the future? Oh Eric, those pills were just vitamin C."
"You lie! I can see the future! Just you wait, I'm going to ace this test!" Eric gave his mom a dirty look. "I'm not going to sit here and listen to this blasphemy any longer!" And with that, Eric took off up the stairs to his room.
Amy went back to the dinner preparations, until a few seconds later a blood-curdling scream echoed through the house. Rushing for the stairs, she was in Eric and Cory's room in a flash.
"Eric, what on earth....?" Amy asked, standing in the doorway to the boys shared bathroom.
Eric was staring down the sink, the water running.
"Mommy, they've gone!" he squeaked.
"What?"
"I accidentally dropped the pills, and they landed in the sink, and they've gone! Quick, call a plumber! There's nothing for it, we're going to have to rip the plumbing apart until we find them!"
THURSDAY
CAFETERIA, JOHN ADAMS HIGH
Mr Feeny, Mr Turner and Mr Williams sat in the cafeteria, keeping an eye on the students while they ate. Mr Williams was also busy marking the multi-choice tests from his Journalism class that morning. In a moment his face changed, his jaw dropping and his eyes widening in shock.
"Eli, buddy, what is it?" Mr Turner asked, looking up from his lunch to catch his best friend looking like he was about to faint.
"Jon, man, do me a favour, this is the answers, this is the test. Just check and make sure I haven't made a mistake?"
Mr Turner ran his eyes down the test paper and the answer sheet, and came to the same conclusion as Mr Williams.
"They're all correct. Way to go, Eli, you must have...whoa. Matthews?! Matthews?!"
"Well, Cory's grades have been picking up lately," Mr Feeny commented. "Maybe he's finally getting serious..."
"Not Cory's. Eric," Mr Turner managed to get out.
"Dear Lord!" Mr Feeny said, clutching his chest in a mock heart attack.
THAT EVENING,
THE LAWRENCE'S HOUSE
Topanga was lying in bed trying her hardest to fall asleep. She wanted to be feeling fresh and bright for the test tomorrow. But after all the chocolate she had consumed over the past two days, sleep was definitely out of the question. She'd tried counting sheep. She'd tried to not think about falling asleep. She'd tried reading and warm milk and a bath. But all to no avail. So she continued to lie there, staring at the ceiling, stressing about tomorrow's test. Finally she decided that sleep really wasn't going to happen, and Topanga got up and picked up Hamlet, something she now realised that if she'd done it three days ago, instead of going on a chocolate rampage, she would be sleeping peacefully now. Topanga sighed, and opened the book.
AT THE MATTHEWS HOUSE
"Eric, how did you're test go today?" Alan asked his son, as he entered the kitchen.
"I got an A+. But now, it's all over. I'll never get one again. Because Mom won't let me get my pills back," Eric said, giving Amy an evil look.
Alan and Amy looked at one another, and the three of them rushed up to the boys' bathroom to try and retrieve anything that was left of Eric's intelligence.
MEANWHILE, AT SHAWN AND MR TURNER'S APARTMENT
Hearing a knock at the door, Shawn picked himself up from the sofa and answered it. Mr Turner wasn't due home for a little while yet, and Shawn was surprised to see Cory at the door.
"I've come to call a truce," Cory told his friend sheepishly.
Shawn looked at him for a few moments, gauging Cory's sincerity. "Ok, truce." They shook hands. "So, want to come watch some TV?"
"Sure."
They sat in silence staring at the TV, until Shawn volunteered to make some popcorn.
"Yeah, that'd be great," Cory told him, surprised how easily Shawn had given up on the pranks. Shawn busied himself making popcorn, and once it was finished he poured it into two bowls. Then he had an idea. As hard as he tried to resist the urge, he coated Cory's in cayenne pepper, and then filled the used pot with water to soak in the sink.
"There you go, buddy," he said, handing Cory his bowl.
"Thanks," Cory said, then looking at Shawn, he took a single piece and placed it just inside his mouth. Spitting it back out, Cory grabbed the pot full of water from the sink.
"Hey, man, I'm sorry! I couldn't help it! You wouldn't!" Shawn yelped, as he backed across the living room, Cory following with the full pot of water.
"Oh, wouldn't I?" Cory sneered, taking aim. Just as Cory let the water fly, Shawn ducked and Mr Turner came in. The water hit him, drenching him in a matter of milliseconds. Cory took one look at Turner's angry face, and ran out the door.
THE NEXT DAY IN ENGLISH LIT
The test had been going for only five minutes, and while everyone else was busy scrawling down their answers, Topanga seemed quite relaxed. So relaxed that she was leaning back in her chair snoring. Now she knew the entire story of Hamlet back to front, after staying up all night, reading it over and over, however, her sugar rush from the chocolate had managed to wear off just a few seconds into the test, and now, finally, she was getting some sleep.
The End
PS Thanks everyone for the reviews - this is my first fic and they've been very encouraging. Oh, and a quick note for Torygirl, sorry I don't have IM and I live in New Zealand, but if you like, you can email me at lacey_q@hotmail.com.
"Hey, kids, what can I get ya?" Chubby, the large, greasy "chef" asked Cory and Topanga as they stood gazing up at the menu board.
"Hey, Chubby. I'll just love one of your..." Cory began.
Topanga quickly cut him off, almost in hysterics she nearly screamed "One chocolate shake, no, no, make it two, and three pieces of chocolate cake! And step on it!"
"That the lot?" Chubby asked, looking at Cory.
"Who cares?! Did you not hear me?! I need chocolate!" Topanga exclaimed.
Chubby, who is usually not fazed by anything, suddenly jumped to attention, and hurried to make Topanga's order.
"Topanga, what is with this chocolate thing? I mean, you haven't eaten a thing besides chocolate since Turner announced that test for Friday," Cory spoked, looking concerned for her.
"Cory, do not underestimate the power of chocolate!" Topanga announced, grabbing her order and rushing over to the nearest table, which was occupied by a couple. They took one look at Topanga and scurried off, leaving their almost untouched food behind.
"Hey, girly, you haven't paid for..." Chubby began.
"I'll pay for it, Chubby," Cory interrupted, not wanting to cause any more madness.
THE MATTHEWS HOUSE
"Mommy, I'm bored!" Eric whined from where he sat at the dining room table. Amy was trying to prepare dinner.
"Well, why don't you see what Jason's doing?" Amy asked her son.
"He's busy studying," Eric complained.
"Why aren't you?"
"Because I know what's going to be in the test, and I've already memorized the answers."
"Eric, how do you know? Should I be hearing this?" Amy asked with concern that her son had been cheating. He now had her full attention.
"Mommy, I'm shocked that you could think such a thing! Of course I haven't cheated! I can see the questions!"
"Do you still think you can see the future? Oh Eric, those pills were just vitamin C."
"You lie! I can see the future! Just you wait, I'm going to ace this test!" Eric gave his mom a dirty look. "I'm not going to sit here and listen to this blasphemy any longer!" And with that, Eric took off up the stairs to his room.
Amy went back to the dinner preparations, until a few seconds later a blood-curdling scream echoed through the house. Rushing for the stairs, she was in Eric and Cory's room in a flash.
"Eric, what on earth....?" Amy asked, standing in the doorway to the boys shared bathroom.
Eric was staring down the sink, the water running.
"Mommy, they've gone!" he squeaked.
"What?"
"I accidentally dropped the pills, and they landed in the sink, and they've gone! Quick, call a plumber! There's nothing for it, we're going to have to rip the plumbing apart until we find them!"
THURSDAY
CAFETERIA, JOHN ADAMS HIGH
Mr Feeny, Mr Turner and Mr Williams sat in the cafeteria, keeping an eye on the students while they ate. Mr Williams was also busy marking the multi-choice tests from his Journalism class that morning. In a moment his face changed, his jaw dropping and his eyes widening in shock.
"Eli, buddy, what is it?" Mr Turner asked, looking up from his lunch to catch his best friend looking like he was about to faint.
"Jon, man, do me a favour, this is the answers, this is the test. Just check and make sure I haven't made a mistake?"
Mr Turner ran his eyes down the test paper and the answer sheet, and came to the same conclusion as Mr Williams.
"They're all correct. Way to go, Eli, you must have...whoa. Matthews?! Matthews?!"
"Well, Cory's grades have been picking up lately," Mr Feeny commented. "Maybe he's finally getting serious..."
"Not Cory's. Eric," Mr Turner managed to get out.
"Dear Lord!" Mr Feeny said, clutching his chest in a mock heart attack.
THAT EVENING,
THE LAWRENCE'S HOUSE
Topanga was lying in bed trying her hardest to fall asleep. She wanted to be feeling fresh and bright for the test tomorrow. But after all the chocolate she had consumed over the past two days, sleep was definitely out of the question. She'd tried counting sheep. She'd tried to not think about falling asleep. She'd tried reading and warm milk and a bath. But all to no avail. So she continued to lie there, staring at the ceiling, stressing about tomorrow's test. Finally she decided that sleep really wasn't going to happen, and Topanga got up and picked up Hamlet, something she now realised that if she'd done it three days ago, instead of going on a chocolate rampage, she would be sleeping peacefully now. Topanga sighed, and opened the book.
AT THE MATTHEWS HOUSE
"Eric, how did you're test go today?" Alan asked his son, as he entered the kitchen.
"I got an A+. But now, it's all over. I'll never get one again. Because Mom won't let me get my pills back," Eric said, giving Amy an evil look.
Alan and Amy looked at one another, and the three of them rushed up to the boys' bathroom to try and retrieve anything that was left of Eric's intelligence.
MEANWHILE, AT SHAWN AND MR TURNER'S APARTMENT
Hearing a knock at the door, Shawn picked himself up from the sofa and answered it. Mr Turner wasn't due home for a little while yet, and Shawn was surprised to see Cory at the door.
"I've come to call a truce," Cory told his friend sheepishly.
Shawn looked at him for a few moments, gauging Cory's sincerity. "Ok, truce." They shook hands. "So, want to come watch some TV?"
"Sure."
They sat in silence staring at the TV, until Shawn volunteered to make some popcorn.
"Yeah, that'd be great," Cory told him, surprised how easily Shawn had given up on the pranks. Shawn busied himself making popcorn, and once it was finished he poured it into two bowls. Then he had an idea. As hard as he tried to resist the urge, he coated Cory's in cayenne pepper, and then filled the used pot with water to soak in the sink.
"There you go, buddy," he said, handing Cory his bowl.
"Thanks," Cory said, then looking at Shawn, he took a single piece and placed it just inside his mouth. Spitting it back out, Cory grabbed the pot full of water from the sink.
"Hey, man, I'm sorry! I couldn't help it! You wouldn't!" Shawn yelped, as he backed across the living room, Cory following with the full pot of water.
"Oh, wouldn't I?" Cory sneered, taking aim. Just as Cory let the water fly, Shawn ducked and Mr Turner came in. The water hit him, drenching him in a matter of milliseconds. Cory took one look at Turner's angry face, and ran out the door.
THE NEXT DAY IN ENGLISH LIT
The test had been going for only five minutes, and while everyone else was busy scrawling down their answers, Topanga seemed quite relaxed. So relaxed that she was leaning back in her chair snoring. Now she knew the entire story of Hamlet back to front, after staying up all night, reading it over and over, however, her sugar rush from the chocolate had managed to wear off just a few seconds into the test, and now, finally, she was getting some sleep.
The End
PS Thanks everyone for the reviews - this is my first fic and they've been very encouraging. Oh, and a quick note for Torygirl, sorry I don't have IM and I live in New Zealand, but if you like, you can email me at lacey_q@hotmail.com.