The principal walked into the conference room carrying a large sack. "What's in the sack?" the secretary asked. "Yeah, what's in the sack?" everyone chimed in unison. The principal dumped the sack onto the table. Three hundred rubber chickens fell out. "This is my sack of rubber chickens." He said, "And this," He pulled a large spray bottle out of his shirt pocket, "Is Band-Be-Gone, the answer to our problems." "Oo" everybody gazed reverently at the bottle. "Quick! The band is at lunch now! We will spray every inch of the band room. Then they will not be able to get in. If they can't get in, they can't rehearse. If they can't rehearse, they can't sing!" "Hooray!" everybody cheered. The principal and the math teacher sneaked down to the band room. When they left, the can was empty and the room was filled with choking green smoke. "This had better work." The principal said, "For a hundred dollars out of the school budget, it will work." He went downstairs to get a cup of that toxic sludge teachers call coffee. Then he went to his office to work on his rubber band ball. As he approached the office, the familiar rumble shook the floor. The principal was furious as he sailed through the air. He hadn't stopped rehearsal from coming. It came. "Somehow or other, it came just the same!" The horrible sound. Like a cat being beaten with a violin. But it wasn't coming from the band room. It was coming from his office. "NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!"