Nothing else had worked. There was only one thing left to do. The angry mob met up in the conference room. There they took out their torches and pitchforks. After the principal had taken attendance they set off for the band room. The principal knocked on the door. "Who is it?" the band director, who had somehow come back, called. "It's an angry mob." The principal replied. "Come in, but be careful not to trip on the cases on the floor." The principal opened the door and the angry mob filed in, tiptoeing around the instrument cases. "If you don't mind, we're going to light your classroom on fire and chase you all out of town." "No problem." The band director said cheerfully, "Say, isn't today a special day?" Special day. Why was it a special day? The principal gasped and his eyes lit up with glee. Of course it was a special day. It was HIS BIRTHDAY! "Happy birthday to you." The kazoo section blew a note. "Happy birthday to you." The entire band and angry mob were singing. "Happy birthday dear principal." Now the BandBusters were there. "Happy birthday to you!" The principal laughed and clapped his hands, jumping up and down. There was no way of getting rid of the phenomena, short of feeding the band to hungry crocodiles, but the principal supposed he could live with it for now. If things got bad, there was always the pool of crocodiles under the gym.

THE END

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