Little Noodle Boy At Skool Part 3
By Nightmare Kitty
A/N: sorry, ppl. I had a lot of hw, and this week was very hectic (I.M. me if u want the details. I could use some company). Here we go. WEEEEEEEEEE....
Ranting Class. Happy breathed out with relief. His best class. He was SURE to ace this composition assignment, requiring him to write and perform an original rant. He walked into the class and sat down in the seat farthest to the front-left (I.Z. fans: notice anything?). The bell rang, "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" and the kids filed in and sat down. The teacher, Ms. Magic Dooky, took role and sent the teacher's pet, Brown-Nose Noodle Girl, down to the office with it. A noodle girl dressed in Backstreet Noodle attire came up and read her rant. [A/N: yay! real insanity!]
"NINETY-NINE BOTTLES OF COWPIES ON THE WALL! SING! SING WITH ME THE JOYOUS SONG OF COWS! TASTE MY WAD OF TISSUE PAPER AND DANCE TO SAPPY DISNEY TUNES LIKE A MORONIC WASTE PILE! MY PILLOWS MAY NOT BE SOLD IN A WALMART!"
"Very nice, Superficial Noodle Girl. However, that is third grade ranting, and you are in tenth grade. At least it's an improvement on your first grade rants. You get a D." She sat down despondently and glared venomously at the noodle boy dressed in a trench coat who walked to the front of the room.
"TASTE WITH ME SPOOKY POSTERBOARD OF DEATH! CHOKE ON ITS CHEWYNESS AND SPASM LIKE CHEESE! SEIZURES MAKE YOU GOOD LITTLE SAUSAGE NUGGETS. SPEAKING OF DORITOS, MY COFFEE IS MADE OF REFRIED BEANS AND MONKEY TESTICLES! DOOM SHALL BEFALL HE WHO MESSES WITH THE MIGHTY DALMATIAN OF SPOOKY SODA CANS!"
"Good job, Gothic Noodle Boy. You get a B."
"WOOP! EAT MY DISHWASHER, SUPERFICIAL!" He shouted.
Rants such as these continued for quite some time, until Happy, who was last, got up. He cleared his throat hoping that he would be the best...
"MY MAGICAL TOILET WISHES TO TAKE U ON A RIDE OF ANAL WASTE! THE SCARY LEPRACHAUN'S LUCKY CHARMS AREN'T CEREAL MARSHMALLOWS! MAY THE PEDOPHILIC FUCK CONVERT TO CATHOLICISM AND COPULATE WITH BABY PENGUINS! SUNKIST OR MINUTE MAID? QUACK FOR AN ANSWER! STYROFOAM FARTS MAKE SHITTY LAWN GNOMES!"
"VERY GOOD, Happy! You get an A!"
"WEEEHHHEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEE! SHOVE A LIGHTED CANDLE UP MY ASS AND CALL ME CHARLIE!"
"Okay, class, as you know, next week is finals. I want u all to know."
"OH, GREAT FLYING BELUGA! MAY THE GREAT MARKER IN THE SKY HELP ME, FOR I HAVE NEGLECTED TO ENHANCE MY YELLOW HEAD TOWELS!" Happy shouted in realization.
Will Happy ace his finals, or is he doomed to failure or something like that? Find out in the next chapter.
By Nightmare Kitty
A/N: sorry, ppl. I had a lot of hw, and this week was very hectic (I.M. me if u want the details. I could use some company). Here we go. WEEEEEEEEEE....
Ranting Class. Happy breathed out with relief. His best class. He was SURE to ace this composition assignment, requiring him to write and perform an original rant. He walked into the class and sat down in the seat farthest to the front-left (I.Z. fans: notice anything?). The bell rang, "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" and the kids filed in and sat down. The teacher, Ms. Magic Dooky, took role and sent the teacher's pet, Brown-Nose Noodle Girl, down to the office with it. A noodle girl dressed in Backstreet Noodle attire came up and read her rant. [A/N: yay! real insanity!]
"NINETY-NINE BOTTLES OF COWPIES ON THE WALL! SING! SING WITH ME THE JOYOUS SONG OF COWS! TASTE MY WAD OF TISSUE PAPER AND DANCE TO SAPPY DISNEY TUNES LIKE A MORONIC WASTE PILE! MY PILLOWS MAY NOT BE SOLD IN A WALMART!"
"Very nice, Superficial Noodle Girl. However, that is third grade ranting, and you are in tenth grade. At least it's an improvement on your first grade rants. You get a D." She sat down despondently and glared venomously at the noodle boy dressed in a trench coat who walked to the front of the room.
"TASTE WITH ME SPOOKY POSTERBOARD OF DEATH! CHOKE ON ITS CHEWYNESS AND SPASM LIKE CHEESE! SEIZURES MAKE YOU GOOD LITTLE SAUSAGE NUGGETS. SPEAKING OF DORITOS, MY COFFEE IS MADE OF REFRIED BEANS AND MONKEY TESTICLES! DOOM SHALL BEFALL HE WHO MESSES WITH THE MIGHTY DALMATIAN OF SPOOKY SODA CANS!"
"Good job, Gothic Noodle Boy. You get a B."
"WOOP! EAT MY DISHWASHER, SUPERFICIAL!" He shouted.
Rants such as these continued for quite some time, until Happy, who was last, got up. He cleared his throat hoping that he would be the best...
"MY MAGICAL TOILET WISHES TO TAKE U ON A RIDE OF ANAL WASTE! THE SCARY LEPRACHAUN'S LUCKY CHARMS AREN'T CEREAL MARSHMALLOWS! MAY THE PEDOPHILIC FUCK CONVERT TO CATHOLICISM AND COPULATE WITH BABY PENGUINS! SUNKIST OR MINUTE MAID? QUACK FOR AN ANSWER! STYROFOAM FARTS MAKE SHITTY LAWN GNOMES!"
"VERY GOOD, Happy! You get an A!"
"WEEEHHHEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEE! SHOVE A LIGHTED CANDLE UP MY ASS AND CALL ME CHARLIE!"
"Okay, class, as you know, next week is finals. I want u all to know."
"OH, GREAT FLYING BELUGA! MAY THE GREAT MARKER IN THE SKY HELP ME, FOR I HAVE NEGLECTED TO ENHANCE MY YELLOW HEAD TOWELS!" Happy shouted in realization.
Will Happy ace his finals, or is he doomed to failure or something like that? Find out in the next chapter.