Buttercup gets an A, Blossom gets a F
This is a comic piece I'm writing up to fill the interim between the time when I start another serious piece. Idea comes from the Simpson's
Buttercup snickered to herself as she filled a bucket full of paste, and then stuck it above the door. It is an old cliché, sure, but with her, the victim will find the bucket stuck to her head after it had fallen down. She was sure Ms. Keane wouldn't mind. After all it was all in good fun, and it may even make her forget the test they were supposed to have today.
Blossom huddled in the corner, memorising as much of the dictionary as possible. They were to have a test today and, although she had already learnt everything on the syllabus, she always believed in being prepared. Blossom muttered angrily to herself as she was shaken out of her fervent studying by Buttercups raucous laughter. Doesn't she care about the test? Ignoring Buttercups merry-making, she continued memorizing arcane alternatives for "sky".
As Miss Keane walked into the room, several things happened simultaneously. Blossom looked up from her books, face brimming with self-confidence, Bubbles and the rest of the class sans Buttercup stopped their impromptu game of football and flicked their books open with a precision born of years at school, and Buttercup tried to look inconspicuous as a bucket fell on Miss Keanes head. Miss Keane threw the test papers in the air, showering them above the heads of the surprised class, then started screaming and ran into the sink. The next thing they knew, the room was flooded with water, the walls were beginning to crack and everyone was screaming about being drowned as pages asking for the details of the Russian Revolution floated around the room, bringing their own chaotic revolts.
Ten minutes later paramedics had managed to pull the bucket off Miss Keanes head, and the playground had been turned into a muddy mess of murk. As Buttercup stood in front of the school and the roof fell in on itself, and she smiled at the angry mud covered group.
"Umm, hi"
The Professor slowly squeezed the end of a pipette as he dripped acid into a test-tube. Suddenly he heard the phone ring. Startled by the sudden sound he nearly missed but, luckily, the drop found it's way into the test-tube. Sighing with relief he screwed up the bottle of sulphuric acid, held it tightly in his hands and picked up the phone.
He heard the Principal of the Girls school on the other end.
"Mr. Utonium, this it the Principal Vogt, I have some good news and Bad news for you."
The Professor looked at his experiment then gave an optimistic smile. This phone call had nearly ruined a week's labour. It can't be that bad. Buttercup probably has detention and he will have to go and pick her up. He heard a lot of noise in the background.
"Where are you? Is your office that loud?"
"I don't have an office anymore, you Daughter, Blossom destroyed it. She has been expelled"
The Professor gave a sudden gasp of shock, dropping the canister of sulphuric acid into his lap. Giving a gasp of pain he let a barely audible whisper into the phone.
"Blossom did that…"
The Principal gave a short pause as he rifled through the pages.
"No, my mistake, it was Buttercup. Stupid construction vehicles are giving me a headache. Don't worry I know a very good military skill."
The Professor gave a small growl. Man, that girl was going to get in so much trouble when she got home.
"Oh, and Mr. Utonium, on a lighter note, Blossom just got an invitation to attend one of the most prestigious private schools in the country, she has even been raised a year at that school. Even though that means us losing our top student, I recommend it. It will greatly improve her future."
With that last message, the principal hang off. Leaving the Professor along with his pain.
Well, this is just the introduction. I guess, with my obvious story lines, you can guess pretty quickly what'll go on.