Disclaimer: The characters from The Pretender don't belong to me, I think they still belong to NBC, I'm not sure but I do know that they aren't mine. I'm only borrowing them. The characters from Malcolm in the Middle don't belong to me either, they belong to Fox. I would also like to give credit to Craig Van Sickle, Steven Long Mitchell and Linwood Boomer for creating all of the wonderful characters I am using in this story, and thank them for the countless hours of entertainment both shows have provided me with.
Authors Note: Hey, I know this part took me a while but I've been busy. Also, vote for this fic in the Pretender Fanfiction Awards 2001, which can be found at The Pretender Fanfiction Archive (www.the-pretender.de)
JAROD IN THE MIDDLE (Pt. 5)
by SpaceCadet
The next day before class started, Malcolm sat nervously at his desk. He had tried and tried to talk Stevie and the others out of their plan, but they had already set everything up. When Jarod walked into the room, he would trip a wire which would trigger a bucket of homemade slime to fall on his head, at which point he would stumble around stunned, which would trigger another bucket full of ketchup to fall. When he had first devised this prank with the other kreylboynes, it had been a fantastic plan to drive away the new teacher, but now he wasn't so sure it was right. Jarod actually seemed like a cool guy. But, apparently it was too late to stop the other guys. So all he could do now was sit, wait and hope that he didn't get into trouble.
Once the whole class was seated, Jarod strolled into the room... and casually stepped over the wire. How did he know? thought Malcolm. He watched, astonished, as the teacher looked down at the wire, then up at the bucket. "Nice try." said Jarod, in a tone that almost sounded like he was impressed. He then proceeded to sit down at his desk and begin the lesson as though nothing had happened.
Jarod calmly continued with the lesson he had planned, trying not to laugh at the absolutely stunned faces of his students. He had been thoroughly warned by Miss Caroline about the dangers of teaching this class, and had been expecting the worst after hearing the stories told by the other teachers. In fact, he had been expecting a lot more than just a bucket of slime. 'Now,' he thought, 'I've shown them that they can't get rid of me that easily!'
Halfway through the class, everyone was feeling a little calmer, when the door opened and in walked the principal, Mr. Johnson. He tripped the wire and the class watched as the first bucket, and then the second, fell right on his head. Malcolm sat, almost laughing, but knowing that now they had really gotten Mr. Carey in trouble. The principal was obviously seething, and after a moment, he pointed a slimy red finger at Jarod and beckoned for him to follow him out of the room. Malcolm was now really worried. Jarod had gone white as a sheet. He watched as the shocked teacher followed the principal out of the room and into the hallway, and listened as the rest of the class howled with laughter.
Out in the hallway, Jarod was absolutely stunned. He had definitely not been expecting anything like this to happen, and now he was in trouble. He stood quietly and waited for the principal to say something.
"You're fired." said Mr. Johnson quietly.
"Ex... excuse me?" said Jarod, not entirely processing what had happened.
"You heard me. You're fired. You will teach today's class and then pack up your stuff." The principal turned and walked away, leaving Jarod alone in the hallway. Jarod felt like throwing up. He had never been fired from anything before. He had never given anybody a reason to fire him. Now what would he do?
TBC...
Authors Note: Hey, I know this part took me a while but I've been busy. Also, vote for this fic in the Pretender Fanfiction Awards 2001, which can be found at The Pretender Fanfiction Archive (www.the-pretender.de)
JAROD IN THE MIDDLE (Pt. 5)
by SpaceCadet
The next day before class started, Malcolm sat nervously at his desk. He had tried and tried to talk Stevie and the others out of their plan, but they had already set everything up. When Jarod walked into the room, he would trip a wire which would trigger a bucket of homemade slime to fall on his head, at which point he would stumble around stunned, which would trigger another bucket full of ketchup to fall. When he had first devised this prank with the other kreylboynes, it had been a fantastic plan to drive away the new teacher, but now he wasn't so sure it was right. Jarod actually seemed like a cool guy. But, apparently it was too late to stop the other guys. So all he could do now was sit, wait and hope that he didn't get into trouble.
Once the whole class was seated, Jarod strolled into the room... and casually stepped over the wire. How did he know? thought Malcolm. He watched, astonished, as the teacher looked down at the wire, then up at the bucket. "Nice try." said Jarod, in a tone that almost sounded like he was impressed. He then proceeded to sit down at his desk and begin the lesson as though nothing had happened.
Jarod calmly continued with the lesson he had planned, trying not to laugh at the absolutely stunned faces of his students. He had been thoroughly warned by Miss Caroline about the dangers of teaching this class, and had been expecting the worst after hearing the stories told by the other teachers. In fact, he had been expecting a lot more than just a bucket of slime. 'Now,' he thought, 'I've shown them that they can't get rid of me that easily!'
Halfway through the class, everyone was feeling a little calmer, when the door opened and in walked the principal, Mr. Johnson. He tripped the wire and the class watched as the first bucket, and then the second, fell right on his head. Malcolm sat, almost laughing, but knowing that now they had really gotten Mr. Carey in trouble. The principal was obviously seething, and after a moment, he pointed a slimy red finger at Jarod and beckoned for him to follow him out of the room. Malcolm was now really worried. Jarod had gone white as a sheet. He watched as the shocked teacher followed the principal out of the room and into the hallway, and listened as the rest of the class howled with laughter.
Out in the hallway, Jarod was absolutely stunned. He had definitely not been expecting anything like this to happen, and now he was in trouble. He stood quietly and waited for the principal to say something.
"You're fired." said Mr. Johnson quietly.
"Ex... excuse me?" said Jarod, not entirely processing what had happened.
"You heard me. You're fired. You will teach today's class and then pack up your stuff." The principal turned and walked away, leaving Jarod alone in the hallway. Jarod felt like throwing up. He had never been fired from anything before. He had never given anybody a reason to fire him. Now what would he do?
TBC...