Skippy was right; school wasn't bad. His teacher's name was Ms. Stevens and she was very nice. Skippy was learning how to read and write, which were things that interested him. Math didn't very much, though. Why would anyone ever have to know that 3+8=11?

Skippy was turning out to be very much like all the other boys in his class. (About half of the students were humans, while the other half were various animals.) Slappy gave him an allowance and he spent most of it on comic books. Almost every day when he got home he would go up to his room and reread his comic books. He found pencils and paper and drew the pictures, which was even more fun.

Unfortunately, he also drew at school when he was supposed to be listening. And he drew all the time at home, so he never had time to get his homework done. Besides, he didn't feel like it.

Ms. Stevens was concerned, however. One day, when once again Skippy didn't have his work done, she said to him, "Skippy, I'd like to see you after school."

Skippy slumped in his chair. A detention! Aunt Slappy was gonna kill him!

When the bell rang and all the students except for Skippy jumped out of their seats and raced home, Skippy looked down at his feet and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, and I'll try harder to do my homework…"

Ms. Stevens sighed. "Skippy, I know you're a very smart boy. When you pay attention, you pick things up very quickly. But when you don't…" She wrote out a note, folded it, and handed it to Skippy. "I want you to give this to your parent and/or guardian as soon as you get home." She blinked. "Parent and/or guardian? Where did that come from?"

"Whatever, I get it," muttered Skippy.

"Thank you. You may go now."

Skippy tore out of the building and reached in his backpack. Hadn't he put the newest Spiderman comic in there?

He had. He took it out and read it the whole way home, his mind flooding with ideas of the pictures he could draw from the comic.

When he got home, he ran into the kitchen, grabbed some chips, and ran straight up to his room, giving Slappy barely any time to ask, "Do ya have any homework?"

"No," he said, and closed his door.

He spent the whole day up there, up until six o'clock, that is.

"Hey Skippy," cried Slappy, "if ya haven't died up there, it's time ta eat!"

"Oh boy!" cried Skippy. He ran down the stairs. "What're we having?"

"Cereal."

"Well, THAT'S creative!"

"Hey, if ya can think of anything better, then you do the cooking."

"Cereal, oh boy! My favorite!"

Skippy ate it very quickly and ran back upstairs.

"Taking him in wasn't as bad as I thought," said Slappy to herself, settling down to read a book. "I hardly notice he's here."

She read a book until seven o'clock. That was when the phone rang. She sighed. "Not another call asking me if I'm happy with my current long distance carrier." She picked it up. "Hello?"

"Miss Squirrel, I presume?"

"You presume correctly," said Slappy, rolling her eyes. Good thing that the person on the other line couldn't see her.

"Well, I'm Ms. Stevens, Skippy's teacher."

"Oh boy. So what'd he do?"

"More like what he DIDN'T do. I'm guessing he didn't give you the note."

"What note?"

"Just as I thought. I gave him a note to give to you, and told him to give it to you as soon as he got home. I even wrote on it to call me and if I didn't get a call by 7:00, I'd call you."

"Aah, blackmail, huh?"

"Call it what you will. Skippy forgot. Just like he forgets to do his homework."

Slappy sighed and rolled her eyes again. "So his grade is pretty bad, right?"

"Right. He's intelligent, but he hardly ever has his homework done. I think we'd better have a parent-teacher conference tomorrow at 3:30."

"Hooray, I'm jumpin' fer joy," muttered Slappy sarcastically. "I've always wanted ta go ta school."

"You've never been to school?"

"No."

"Aaaaaaaah…" Ms. Stevens said slowly. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright. See ya." Slappy hung up the phone and chuckled evilly. "Ooooh, Skippy's in trouble!" she said rather loudly.

"What'd I do?" said Skippy dryly from his room.

Slappy went upstairs and into Skippy's room. Skippy didn't like the way she was just smiling at him, but didn't give it much heed. He was too wrapped up in his comic book!

"That was yer teacher on the phone," said Slappy, still smiling.

Skippy bolted. "Oh shit!"

"What did you say?" asked Slappy, not smiling anymore.

"I said shoot. Uuuuh, I forgot to give you a note-"

"Never mind, she told me everything. Thanks to you, I have a parent-teacher conference tomorrow."

"I'm so sorry! I'll remember ta do my homework!"

"It's too late," said Slappy with an evil grin, and then laughed hysterically.

"It's not funny," said Skippy, sighing unhappily.

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