"Hold on Gretch, you mean to tell me you actually built a generator?"
asked an incredulous TJ.
"It was quite simple actually, wrap the wire in a coil around the magnet, then rotate the magnet so that its plane crosses that of the wires. The result is an electric current through the wire, which we can..."
"That's great Gretch" said Spinelli, trying to end the science lesson without being rude "Now let's put the fridge to use."
Soon the fridge was filled with meats, bread, milk-things that they had taken for granted before now seemed like luxuries.
"Man, I wonder if even the Ashleys have this stuff"
"Still trying to show up the Ashleys, huh Spin?"
"Can you think of something more satisfying Teej?"
Meanwhile, on the other side of town...
"I totally cannot believe this Ashley A."
"Calm down Ashley Q."
"Calm Down, CALM DOWN! How am I supposed to calm down, I'm living a life unfit for any Ashley, Even that wretch Spinelli! We have barely any food, no heat, no working fridge..."
"Ok Ashley Q., we, like, get the picture." Said an annoyed Ashley T."
"Look girls, I hate to admit it, but it looks like we can't do this ourselves, face it, we need help."
"Are you crazy Ashley B.? Us Ashleys needing help from the commoners..."
"Things are different now Ashley T., we don't have our fathers' money to, like, provide for us, and we're gonna run out of food soon. If we want to survive, we have to pretend we're, like, not better than everybody.
"Like, I Dunno Ashley B."
"It's the only way Ashley A."
"And make sure this never happens again, got it?"
"Yes sir King Bob, I won't do it again, I promise."
"Good. Now leave."
'O man, I hate my stinkin life' thought the dejected snitch as he walked down the street. 'How come TJ and his friends always get away with everything? I wish I could put them in their place once and for all, but how? There's gotta be someone out there who feels the same way I do, but how to...'
"Oomph"
"Hey, watch where you're goin' snitch boy"
"You watch where you're going, Lawson."
"Shut up Weems, the only reason you haven't been beaten up a bazillion times by now is because King Bob made beating other kids up illegal."
"Huh, some king he is."
"Yeah, him and Detwieler's friends are all a bunch of no-good do- gooders."
"If only we could get rid of them both, we could take over this two- bit town."
"But we'd need some extra muscle for the job"
"Hmm...we would need many kids, I mean there are six of them, wait a minute, that gives me an idea, a brilliant idea."
"What is it Randall, tell me."
"Not here, not now. Look, I'll go observe King Bob, see if I can get anything unusual going on. You just lay low for the next couple of days, leave the spying to me."
"How come you get to do the spying?"
"Cause I'm a professional dimwit."
"O, ok. HEY, who you calling a dimwit?!"
'Still the same old Lawson' "Relax, just do this for me, and I promise we'll be on a mountain of food within a month."
"We better be...I'm hungry all the time."
"So you, like, see King Bob, we really need to stay here, you've got pretty much all the food that's still left, and we Ashley's are, like, starving. We um...like...need your help."
"I don't know, back at school, you four were nothing but trouble."
"We know you highness, but our...um...predicament has made us realize, like, um... the error of our ways."
"I still don't know. You've shown a history of untrustworthiness and trouble making, you'll probably just cause unrest among my subjects, and I just can't tolerate it." 'Man, I'm starting to sound like Ms. Finster' thought the twelve year old king.
"Please King Bob, show us compassion and we'll, like, totally return the favor."
'Hmm...I don't know about this, but they do seem apologetic, and they did ask nicely...'
"Well, I guess you can stay in my kingdom, but I want no funny business. No rating systems, no charging for cootie shots, no acting like your better than everybody, no nothing. Understood?"
"Yes, King Bob" they replied half-heartedly.
"Hmm, the Ashleys...this could be good" Murmured the snitch, who was watching through binoculars. 'I could always use more people on my side; after all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Now to TJ's.' The weasel made the trek; it was actually quite a ways from where he was, to Tj's neighborhood. It was quiet as usual, most everywhere was. He found a tree a safe distance away that he could climb, and when he reached his position, he had a bird's eye view of his target. 'Wonder what that windmill looking thingy in the back is.' He thought to himself. Suddenly, a figure came into view. Randall recognized it as Gretchen Grundler, brain of the group. She was holding a light bulb in a socket, and a plug. 'That's weird, what use could she have for a light bulb?' She plugged it in to the windmill thing and...
"Holy Crap!" exclaimed Randall "She built a generator, I've got to get my hands on that thing."
He then noticed her flinch, as if startled. 'Uh-oh, she might have heard me, I better get out of here.'
"It was quite simple actually, wrap the wire in a coil around the magnet, then rotate the magnet so that its plane crosses that of the wires. The result is an electric current through the wire, which we can..."
"That's great Gretch" said Spinelli, trying to end the science lesson without being rude "Now let's put the fridge to use."
Soon the fridge was filled with meats, bread, milk-things that they had taken for granted before now seemed like luxuries.
"Man, I wonder if even the Ashleys have this stuff"
"Still trying to show up the Ashleys, huh Spin?"
"Can you think of something more satisfying Teej?"
Meanwhile, on the other side of town...
"I totally cannot believe this Ashley A."
"Calm down Ashley Q."
"Calm Down, CALM DOWN! How am I supposed to calm down, I'm living a life unfit for any Ashley, Even that wretch Spinelli! We have barely any food, no heat, no working fridge..."
"Ok Ashley Q., we, like, get the picture." Said an annoyed Ashley T."
"Look girls, I hate to admit it, but it looks like we can't do this ourselves, face it, we need help."
"Are you crazy Ashley B.? Us Ashleys needing help from the commoners..."
"Things are different now Ashley T., we don't have our fathers' money to, like, provide for us, and we're gonna run out of food soon. If we want to survive, we have to pretend we're, like, not better than everybody.
"Like, I Dunno Ashley B."
"It's the only way Ashley A."
"And make sure this never happens again, got it?"
"Yes sir King Bob, I won't do it again, I promise."
"Good. Now leave."
'O man, I hate my stinkin life' thought the dejected snitch as he walked down the street. 'How come TJ and his friends always get away with everything? I wish I could put them in their place once and for all, but how? There's gotta be someone out there who feels the same way I do, but how to...'
"Oomph"
"Hey, watch where you're goin' snitch boy"
"You watch where you're going, Lawson."
"Shut up Weems, the only reason you haven't been beaten up a bazillion times by now is because King Bob made beating other kids up illegal."
"Huh, some king he is."
"Yeah, him and Detwieler's friends are all a bunch of no-good do- gooders."
"If only we could get rid of them both, we could take over this two- bit town."
"But we'd need some extra muscle for the job"
"Hmm...we would need many kids, I mean there are six of them, wait a minute, that gives me an idea, a brilliant idea."
"What is it Randall, tell me."
"Not here, not now. Look, I'll go observe King Bob, see if I can get anything unusual going on. You just lay low for the next couple of days, leave the spying to me."
"How come you get to do the spying?"
"Cause I'm a professional dimwit."
"O, ok. HEY, who you calling a dimwit?!"
'Still the same old Lawson' "Relax, just do this for me, and I promise we'll be on a mountain of food within a month."
"We better be...I'm hungry all the time."
"So you, like, see King Bob, we really need to stay here, you've got pretty much all the food that's still left, and we Ashley's are, like, starving. We um...like...need your help."
"I don't know, back at school, you four were nothing but trouble."
"We know you highness, but our...um...predicament has made us realize, like, um... the error of our ways."
"I still don't know. You've shown a history of untrustworthiness and trouble making, you'll probably just cause unrest among my subjects, and I just can't tolerate it." 'Man, I'm starting to sound like Ms. Finster' thought the twelve year old king.
"Please King Bob, show us compassion and we'll, like, totally return the favor."
'Hmm...I don't know about this, but they do seem apologetic, and they did ask nicely...'
"Well, I guess you can stay in my kingdom, but I want no funny business. No rating systems, no charging for cootie shots, no acting like your better than everybody, no nothing. Understood?"
"Yes, King Bob" they replied half-heartedly.
"Hmm, the Ashleys...this could be good" Murmured the snitch, who was watching through binoculars. 'I could always use more people on my side; after all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Now to TJ's.' The weasel made the trek; it was actually quite a ways from where he was, to Tj's neighborhood. It was quiet as usual, most everywhere was. He found a tree a safe distance away that he could climb, and when he reached his position, he had a bird's eye view of his target. 'Wonder what that windmill looking thingy in the back is.' He thought to himself. Suddenly, a figure came into view. Randall recognized it as Gretchen Grundler, brain of the group. She was holding a light bulb in a socket, and a plug. 'That's weird, what use could she have for a light bulb?' She plugged it in to the windmill thing and...
"Holy Crap!" exclaimed Randall "She built a generator, I've got to get my hands on that thing."
He then noticed her flinch, as if startled. 'Uh-oh, she might have heard me, I better get out of here.'