"Come on, I'm supposed to take you somewhere." said Vienna Sausage with a lack of enthusiasm.

"Okay... where are we going?" Anakina paused, hoping for an elaboration.

"Room 10. Mr. Moore's."

Anakina blinked then whispered uncertainly, "Don't you mean 'Moore-da?'"

"I never saw the movie, kid." muttered the other junior listlessly. "You're lucky I'm even in this parody."

They walked down the Senior Wing, Anakina following the apathetic Vienna Sausage to Room 10. They stopped suddenly at a locker across from their destination, and Vienna began spinning the dial on the lock.

"What are you doing?" asked the bespeckled junior.

Vienna swung the door open with a loud squeak and said, "We'll need this." She pulled out a black sweatshirt with the bold letters "FCUK" across the chest. She slammed the locker shut again, and they finally entered Room 10.

The room was eerily silent, except for an electrical buzz, lit only by the screen savers of a dozen computers lining three of the walls.

"Whose homeroom is this?" asked Anakina, staring fearfully at the skin of a strange creature hanging from a music stand at the front of the room.

Before Vienna could respond, however, a large, bearded figure popped up from behind the desk at the front of the room. It came menacingly toward them, snarling and grinding its teeth, reciting a poem.

"From ghouls and ghosties

And long-legged beasties

From things that go bump in the night..."

Vienna held up her sweatshirt, and the large figure, abruptly stopping, shielded his eyes with his arms.

"Ah! Away put your weapons! I mean you no harm!"

"Dude, it's me." said Vienna with familiarity.

The man peeked out from behind his arms. "Then get rid of that illegal sweatshirt!" he said angrily. "You know that's my weakness!"

Vienna balled it up and tossed it out into the hallway, allowing the teacher to relax.

"Moore-da, this is Anakina." she introduced, sounding as if she would rather be someplace else. "Anakina, this is Moore-da. There, am I done?"

"Hold on." Anakina grabbed the other junior's arm. "This is who's gonna teach me how to overthrow the faculty?"

"Oh, yea. Did I forget to tell you that? Whoops."

Anakina stood there looking confused for a moment.

"Don't worry," said Vienna, "he's a Black Ribbon, too. It's cool."

Meanwhile, Moore-da was looking back and forth between the two juniors, smiling and humming contentedly.

"I've known this guy since freshman year." Vienna went on. "He's kinda nuts, but he's a genius."

"Well, let's get started! Shall we?" Moore-da gestured to his desk, and the juniors followed him. Picking up his banjo, he said, "First, we need to relax. Get some rolly-chairs."

The juniors helped themselves to the computer seats, and Moore-da strummed the strings of his instrument

"Can you teach me to levitate stuff?" Anakina asked hopefully.

"Ah! But is levitation naught but an illusion?" countered Moore-da.

Anakina sat back again as the music continued, muttering to herself, "I'll take that as a 'no.'"

After a while, Moore-da set his banjo down again and said, "Now we will exercise our subconscious. To do so, we must free our minds. Lose all inhibitions. Transcend."

The juniors waited patiently for him to continue. When he was still silent, Anakina asked, "How do we do that?"

"Jigsaw puzzle!" said Moore-da excitedly, spinning them around in their chairs so that they were facing an empty table. He stood up and emptied a box of puzzle pieces across the table top. "Begin!"