Pulitzer opened up a closet and put Spot in there.
" That's the last time, Conlon. That's the last time you ever make me look bad in front of those kids, do you hear me? I make $31,000 dollars a year and I have a home and I'm not about to throw it away on some punk like you.But someday, man, someday. When you're outta here and you've forgotten all about this place and they've forgotten all about you and you're wrapped up in your own pathetic life.I'm gonna be there. That's right. And I'm gonna kick the living shit out of you, man. I'm gonna knock your dick in the dirt." Pulitzer hissed in his face.
" Are you threatening me?" Spot asked right back in his face.
" What're you gonna do about it? You think anybody's gonna take your word over mine? I'm a man of respect around here. They love me around here, I'm a swell guy. you're a lying sack of shit! And everybody knows it. Oh, you're a real tough guy. come on, come on, get on your feet, pal! Let's find out how tough you are! I wanna know right now, how tough you are! Come on! I'll give you the first punch, let's go! Come on, right here, just take the first shot! Please, I'm begging you, take a shot! Come on, just take one shot, that's all I need, just one swing!" Pulitzer yelled, pointing at his face, Spot looking at him like he was a crazy man. Pulitzer faked a punch at Spot as he flinched away. "That's what I thought.you're a gutless turd!" Pulitzer turned and walked out, locking the closet door behind him. Spot looked around for a moment, and then up at the ceiling. There he saw it. A hatch. He opened it up and climbed in. He slowly began to start crawling through a heating duct, telling a joke to himself.
" A naked blond walks into a bar, with a poodle under one arm and a two foot salami under the other. She lays the poodle on the table. The bartender says: "I suppose you won't be needing a drink." The naked lady says." Just then the ceiling under Spot gives way and he started to fall. "OH SHIT!"
Inside the bathroom, Pulitzer is whistling when he hears the loud crash.
" Jesus Christ, almighty!" He screamed.
Spot got up and walked down the stairs of the library as everyone turned to look at him.
" I forgot my pencil." he said striding across the room.
" God damnit! What in God's name is going on in here?" they heard Pulitzer's voice yell from outsides. Pulitzer stormed in looking around. " What was that ruckus?"
" Uh, what ruckus?" Jack asked.
" I was just in my office and I heard a ruckus!"
" Could you describe the ruckus, sir?" David asked.
" Watch your tongue young man, what it!" Pulitzer pointed at David.
" Now sir." Denton started, but then saw the fury in his eyes and stopped. Spot crawled under the table under Rave's legs. He sat up and banged his head, groaning in pain. Jack and Rave immediately tried to take credit for the noise by making more noise.
" What was that? What, what was that? What was that noise?" Pulitzer asked. Under the table Spot looked up between Rave's legs, looking at her panties. He put his head between Rave's legs.
" What noise?" Jack asked.
" Really, sir, there wasn't any noise." suddenly Rave squealed and squeezed Spot's head between her knees as the whole room started to fake a coughing fit.
" That noise? Was that the noise you were talking about?" Rave asked trying to cover it, and almost thinking she should squeeze Spot's head till it popped.
" No, it wasn't. That was not the noise I was talking about. Now, I may not have caught you in the act this time, but you can bet I will." Pulitzer threatened as Chord laughed at him. "You make book on that missy!" he yelled at Chord, then turning to Rave. "And you! I will not be made a fool of!" He turned and walked away, still having the toilet seat over stuck to his pants. Everyone started to laugh expect Rave who was letting Spot out to barrage of slaps.
" It was an accident!" Spot tried to offer her.
" You're an asshole!" she shot back.
" So sue me." Spot got up and walked over to David. "So, Ahab, can I burn my doobage?" he asked. David pulled out the bag of marijuana from his pants and handed it over. Spot took it and turned, walking away.
" Yo! Wasteoid! You're not gonna blaze up in here!" Jack yelled at him as Rave, Curly Fry and Denton got up and followed Spot. Just then David got up and followed. "Shit." Jack sighed turning to follow them.
* * *
Pulitzer started to head down the stairs, his head pounding, his mind racing. He was sick of his job, sick of having do deal with kids' bull shit all the time.
Back in the library, David, Rave, Race, Curly Fry, Spot and Denton sat in a circle laughing hysterically. Spot lit Rave up as she started to cough out smoke. David pointed and laughed as he blew out some smoke and then attempted to eat the smoke.
" Chicks," David started talking in a really weird voice, " cannot hold der smoke! That's what it is!" He pointed at Rave again.
" Excuse me," Curly Fry tried to act all pristine, " I can hold my smoke very well, thank you very much, Mr. Mouth." Curly Fry started to giggle, letting the smoke flow freely from her nostrils.
" This is better than any cigar," Race added taking a long drag. Denton started at David, his eyes all red and puff, as he started to laugh hard, his face turning red as he attempted to keep himself under control.
" Do you know how popular I am?" Rave asked. "I'm so popular, everybody loves me so much, at this school."
" Poor baby," Spot mocked his eyes glazing over.
" You know, you have pretty eyes," Denton started over at David, who moved away and waved Rave over to him as he fell over. Jack suddenly emerged from a smoked filled office in the library dancing around as he took another inhale of the smoke. He started dancing around at first like he was convulsing, then into a full rock dance. Everyone started clapping and laughing as he started to dance around the room, finally dancing back in the room and closing the door. He screamed as loud as he could, almost falling to the floor when suddenly the glass on the door shattered.
Down in the basement, Pulitzer was glancing through the confidential files.
" Miss, oh miss Larkson. a history of slight mental illness. Woah, no wonder she's so fucked up!" he laughed as Weasel entered the room.
" Afternoon Dick, I mean Joe." Weasel smiled leaning on an old table.
" Hey, Weasel, how you doing?" Pulitzer asked.
" Good." he shrugged looking over at Pulitzer's file.
" Good, what's up?" Pulitzer asked again, looking at Weasel under a watchful eye.
" Not much, what's happening. What are you doing in the basement files?"
" Oh, nothin', nothin' here. I'm just doin' a little homework here."
" Homework, huh?" Weasel asked not buying it.
" Yeah." Pulitzer lied looking back at the file as Weasel started laughing. He leaned over and started to look at the files that Pulitzer was looking at.
" Confidential files.. hmmm?"
" Look, Weasel.this is highly sensitive area and I, I tell you something.certain people would be very, very embarrassed. I would really appreciate it if, if, if, if this would be something that, that you and I could keep between us." Pulitzer stumbled around.
" What're you gonna do for me, man?" Weasel asked.
" Well, well what would you like?"
" Got fifty bucks?"
" What?"
" Fifty bucks."
" That's the last time, Conlon. That's the last time you ever make me look bad in front of those kids, do you hear me? I make $31,000 dollars a year and I have a home and I'm not about to throw it away on some punk like you.But someday, man, someday. When you're outta here and you've forgotten all about this place and they've forgotten all about you and you're wrapped up in your own pathetic life.I'm gonna be there. That's right. And I'm gonna kick the living shit out of you, man. I'm gonna knock your dick in the dirt." Pulitzer hissed in his face.
" Are you threatening me?" Spot asked right back in his face.
" What're you gonna do about it? You think anybody's gonna take your word over mine? I'm a man of respect around here. They love me around here, I'm a swell guy. you're a lying sack of shit! And everybody knows it. Oh, you're a real tough guy. come on, come on, get on your feet, pal! Let's find out how tough you are! I wanna know right now, how tough you are! Come on! I'll give you the first punch, let's go! Come on, right here, just take the first shot! Please, I'm begging you, take a shot! Come on, just take one shot, that's all I need, just one swing!" Pulitzer yelled, pointing at his face, Spot looking at him like he was a crazy man. Pulitzer faked a punch at Spot as he flinched away. "That's what I thought.you're a gutless turd!" Pulitzer turned and walked out, locking the closet door behind him. Spot looked around for a moment, and then up at the ceiling. There he saw it. A hatch. He opened it up and climbed in. He slowly began to start crawling through a heating duct, telling a joke to himself.
" A naked blond walks into a bar, with a poodle under one arm and a two foot salami under the other. She lays the poodle on the table. The bartender says: "I suppose you won't be needing a drink." The naked lady says." Just then the ceiling under Spot gives way and he started to fall. "OH SHIT!"
Inside the bathroom, Pulitzer is whistling when he hears the loud crash.
" Jesus Christ, almighty!" He screamed.
Spot got up and walked down the stairs of the library as everyone turned to look at him.
" I forgot my pencil." he said striding across the room.
" God damnit! What in God's name is going on in here?" they heard Pulitzer's voice yell from outsides. Pulitzer stormed in looking around. " What was that ruckus?"
" Uh, what ruckus?" Jack asked.
" I was just in my office and I heard a ruckus!"
" Could you describe the ruckus, sir?" David asked.
" Watch your tongue young man, what it!" Pulitzer pointed at David.
" Now sir." Denton started, but then saw the fury in his eyes and stopped. Spot crawled under the table under Rave's legs. He sat up and banged his head, groaning in pain. Jack and Rave immediately tried to take credit for the noise by making more noise.
" What was that? What, what was that? What was that noise?" Pulitzer asked. Under the table Spot looked up between Rave's legs, looking at her panties. He put his head between Rave's legs.
" What noise?" Jack asked.
" Really, sir, there wasn't any noise." suddenly Rave squealed and squeezed Spot's head between her knees as the whole room started to fake a coughing fit.
" That noise? Was that the noise you were talking about?" Rave asked trying to cover it, and almost thinking she should squeeze Spot's head till it popped.
" No, it wasn't. That was not the noise I was talking about. Now, I may not have caught you in the act this time, but you can bet I will." Pulitzer threatened as Chord laughed at him. "You make book on that missy!" he yelled at Chord, then turning to Rave. "And you! I will not be made a fool of!" He turned and walked away, still having the toilet seat over stuck to his pants. Everyone started to laugh expect Rave who was letting Spot out to barrage of slaps.
" It was an accident!" Spot tried to offer her.
" You're an asshole!" she shot back.
" So sue me." Spot got up and walked over to David. "So, Ahab, can I burn my doobage?" he asked. David pulled out the bag of marijuana from his pants and handed it over. Spot took it and turned, walking away.
" Yo! Wasteoid! You're not gonna blaze up in here!" Jack yelled at him as Rave, Curly Fry and Denton got up and followed Spot. Just then David got up and followed. "Shit." Jack sighed turning to follow them.
* * *
Pulitzer started to head down the stairs, his head pounding, his mind racing. He was sick of his job, sick of having do deal with kids' bull shit all the time.
Back in the library, David, Rave, Race, Curly Fry, Spot and Denton sat in a circle laughing hysterically. Spot lit Rave up as she started to cough out smoke. David pointed and laughed as he blew out some smoke and then attempted to eat the smoke.
" Chicks," David started talking in a really weird voice, " cannot hold der smoke! That's what it is!" He pointed at Rave again.
" Excuse me," Curly Fry tried to act all pristine, " I can hold my smoke very well, thank you very much, Mr. Mouth." Curly Fry started to giggle, letting the smoke flow freely from her nostrils.
" This is better than any cigar," Race added taking a long drag. Denton started at David, his eyes all red and puff, as he started to laugh hard, his face turning red as he attempted to keep himself under control.
" Do you know how popular I am?" Rave asked. "I'm so popular, everybody loves me so much, at this school."
" Poor baby," Spot mocked his eyes glazing over.
" You know, you have pretty eyes," Denton started over at David, who moved away and waved Rave over to him as he fell over. Jack suddenly emerged from a smoked filled office in the library dancing around as he took another inhale of the smoke. He started dancing around at first like he was convulsing, then into a full rock dance. Everyone started clapping and laughing as he started to dance around the room, finally dancing back in the room and closing the door. He screamed as loud as he could, almost falling to the floor when suddenly the glass on the door shattered.
Down in the basement, Pulitzer was glancing through the confidential files.
" Miss, oh miss Larkson. a history of slight mental illness. Woah, no wonder she's so fucked up!" he laughed as Weasel entered the room.
" Afternoon Dick, I mean Joe." Weasel smiled leaning on an old table.
" Hey, Weasel, how you doing?" Pulitzer asked.
" Good." he shrugged looking over at Pulitzer's file.
" Good, what's up?" Pulitzer asked again, looking at Weasel under a watchful eye.
" Not much, what's happening. What are you doing in the basement files?"
" Oh, nothin', nothin' here. I'm just doin' a little homework here."
" Homework, huh?" Weasel asked not buying it.
" Yeah." Pulitzer lied looking back at the file as Weasel started laughing. He leaned over and started to look at the files that Pulitzer was looking at.
" Confidential files.. hmmm?"
" Look, Weasel.this is highly sensitive area and I, I tell you something.certain people would be very, very embarrassed. I would really appreciate it if, if, if, if this would be something that, that you and I could keep between us." Pulitzer stumbled around.
" What're you gonna do for me, man?" Weasel asked.
" Well, well what would you like?"
" Got fifty bucks?"
" What?"
" Fifty bucks."
