It's 8:45 and I Already Need a Break
While Dorothy was calling the security agency again, Kelly decided to take a walk to the teacher's lounge. There were a few teachers there and their mood was anything but happy. One was openly sobbing in a corner. Another was looking in the newspaper circling want ads. One was taking medication and another was drinking a bottle of gin. Still another was sitting down writing something on a piece of paper.
"Mr. Sherman this is a school!" Kelly stormed up to him. "There is no place for alcohol on the premises!"
"Listen Kelly we all know about that scotch bar you keep hidden in your desk so don't preach morality to me!" Mr. Sherman snapped.
"Hey I'm just curious," One teacher asked. "Do we still have the security guards you called up for last night or did they take off too?"
"I think they were reassigned or something," Kelly said. "Luckily we have a new guard for the day shift."
"Correction," Mrs. Hawkins stormed in. "We had a security guard this morning. We had another demon sighting!"
"Another one?" Sherman moaned.
"Is that the one with the fangs that looks like a Jurassic Park reject?" The teacher writing asked.
"No this is the one that's blue and has a tail," She told him. "Appeared once again in the boy's room."
"How often does that happen?" The man asked.
"Usually only once every couple of weeks," Sherman moaned. "Lately monsters have been coming out of the woodwork!"
"Yeah I heard all about the dance," The man nodded. "Principal Kelly what are you going to do now?"
"How the heck should I know?" Kelly moaned. "This is a school, not the Monster Patrol War Room! I don't even know where these things are coming from! I mean how do you deal with monsters and demons? I've hired security guard after security guard, had scientists in here doing tests, I've even cancelled several late night committee meetings just to be safe! I don't know what else to do but hope it goes away!"
"Well you'd better do something or else we are going on strike!" Sherman snapped.
"What?" The man asked. "You really are planning a teacher's strike?"
"Yeah don't you remember?" Sherman asked. "You were at the …Hey. I've never seen you before. Who are you? You a sub?"
"The name's Sneaksby," The man said. "Actually I'm a reporter for the Bayville Gazette."
"OUT!" Kelly shouted.
"My you have one very interesting school Kelly," Sneaksby looked over his notes. "Monsters, earthquakes, a gym that gets wrecked every other month. Teachers drinking on the job and now a possible strike. This is gonna make a great feature!"
"No it will not!" Kelly snapped. "Now leave before I call security!"
"What security?" Mrs. Hawkins asked.
Kelly stood there for a full second. "Fine, I'll do it myself!" He grabbed Sneaksby by the arm and took him out of the teacher's lounge. "You are not welcome on these premises!"
"Hey the public has a right to know what's going on in the schools!" Sneaksby snapped.
"No it doesn't!" Kelly tried to push him down the hallways. "Other than the odd monster popping up there is nothing strange going on at Bayville High!"
As they turned the corner they saw about fifty frogs hopping in the halls. "Go my brothers!" Todd called out, trying to herd them down the hall. "Be free! Free!"
"Oh my god," Kelly put his head in his hands.
"Toad I am telling you this right now we are now taking any of these frogs home with us!" Lance told him. He, Pietro and Fred were in the halls as well, leaning against the locker. "Especially after the last time!"
"I'm not going to do that!" Todd snapped. "I am going to take them to the pond where they can live out their lives in peace and freedom! Imagine it my friends! The rest of your days in happiness. Eating all the flies you want! Swimming all day! Croaking all night!"
"Tolensky what are you doing?" Kelly roared.
"Freeing these poor creatures!" Todd spoke up. He looked at Sneaksby. "Do you know what they want to do these little guys? They're gonna test poisons on them and dissect them! That's cruel and inhumane! Frogs are living creatures too!"
"Really," Sneaksby started writing in his notes. "Very interesting!"
"Who are you?" Lance asked.
"Sneaksby, Bayville Gazette," He told Lance.
"Oh boy the media!" Todd's eyes went wide.
"Oh no you don't!" Kelly snapped. "Tolensky just get rid of these frogs in the hallway! I don't care how you do it! Just do it!"
"Yeah before the bell rings and they all get squashed," Pietro said.
"No!" Todd's eyes widened. He started collecting frogs in a panic. "We gotta get them outta here! Hey come back here! Don't run away! Stay! Heel!"
"Toad frogs aren't going to listen to your orders!" Fred groaned.
"They will someday," Todd said simply. "Hey come back here!" He started chasing the wayward frogs.
"Oh for crying out loud," Kelly moaned. "Now Sneaksby…"
"Are you telling me the shot put completely destroyed his desk?" Sneaksby asked Pietro.
"Totally," Pietro nodded. "It was the strangest thing."
"No the strangest thing are the monster sightings," Lance told him.
"Yes I'd like to ask you more about that," Sneaksby consulted his notes.
"No you don't!" Kelly grabbed his arm and took him away.
"You can't stop the truth!" Sneaksby shouted.
"I can sure try!" Kelly shoved him out the front door. "Now get out and stay out!"
"You won't get rid of me that easy Kelly! There's a story here and I'm gonna find it!" Sneaksby raised his fist and stormed away.
"Oh lord," Kelly moaned. "Just when I think my life could not get any worse, fate decides to kick me in the pants. I wonder if Sherman has any gin left?"