(Okay, by request, we will be calling Mr. Oldman. (the YOU HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER guy.)
After lunch, Spyro and Hunter came back into class. Mr. Gullible had finally gotten out of the rubber glove. "Ok, now the lesson plan says that we're going to learn about circuits." he announced. "Here you will see the battery cables connected to the..."
"Mr. Gullible, she didn't say we're to learn about circuits." said Hunter, who had gotten up and was reading the lesson plan. "She said we have to learn about the circus!"
"Oh. Um, now do I educate you about that?"
"Simple!" said Spyro. "You dress up as a clown, hop in that cannon, and fire yourself out that window!"
"Is that the way Mrs. Blake does it?"
"Yep! It sure is!"
"Well, okey- dokie then!" Mr. Gullible put on a clown costume and hopped into a cannon that just happened to be there. BOOM!!! He flew out the window! Everything was quiet for a while. "Who wants to make prank calls?" asked Spyro. Everyone raised their hands. "I DO!" Hunter went and got Mr. Gullible's cell phone. "We'll use his so we don't have to worry about racking up a huge phone bill."
Hunter put it on speakerphone and dialed a random number.
(Now, imagine this like on The Amanda Show, where the screen splits in two and we see both the callers and the call-ee.)
Mr. Oldman heard the phone ring and went to answer it. "My pants are not funny!" he yelled. Then he picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Yes, this is the National Cheese Association, exactly when did you want your house buried under an avalanche of cheddar?" asked Hunter.
"But I didn't order any avalanches of cheese!"
"Please sign on the dotted line sir."
"What dotted line? There is no line to sign upon for the cheese! Hello?! You have the wrong number!"
"DUCK!!!"
"But it..." Mr. Oldman ducked. "I ducked, but nothing happened! Hello?!"
Elora took the phone. "Thank you for calling the Happy Kangaroo Hotline, please continue to hold."
"But you called me! Hello?! I didn't order any dairy products! Dairy products give me gas! Hello?! I don't want to talk to overexcited marsupials! You have the wrong number!"
"Please spin around five times sir."
"But I don't want to spin..." He spun around five times. "Okay! I'm a-spinning!" Mr. Oldman said as he spun and got tangled in the phone cord. "I did the spinning but now I'm tied up in the cord! Hello?! You have the wrong number! I didn't order any cheesy kangaroos! Hello?!"
"Don't touch the floor!!!"
Mr. Oldman jumped. "How am I not supposed to be touching the floor?! Hello?! I'm caught in the phone cord! I didn't order the cheese! Hello?! You have the wrong number! What kangaroos? Hello?!"
Spyro grabbed the phone. "Yes, I'd like a bucket of fried chicken to go please."
"But this is not a drive through! You have the wrong number! I don't want the cheese! Hello?! I didn't call the happy kangaroos! I don't have any poultry! Hello?! You have the wrong number!"
"If you can't give me the chicken, then I'm afraid I'm going to have to confiscate your hair."
"My hair?! But we're on the phone! Hello?! I don't have any chicken! I don't want any cheese! Hello?! You have the wrong number!"
"I don't feel good. Could you pour some Maalox on the phone for me?"
"But that will make the phone all sticky! I don't want to..." he pulled out a big bottle of Maalox and poured it all over the phone. "Do you feel better now? Hello?! You have the wrong number! What is the cheese for? Hello?! I don't have any fried chicken! I'm tied up with the phone cord! Hello?! You have the wrong number!"
Spyro handed the phone to Bianca. "Are you pretty?" she asked.
"Well, I do have a certain girlish charm. But you have the wrong number! Hello?! I don't want any cheese! Hello?! Why are the marsupials joyful? You have the wrong number!
"Pick up a bowl of pudding and pour it down your pants!"
"What?! But that makes no sense! I..." Mr. Oldman bent down and picked up the pudding. "I'm a-pouring!" he announced as he dumped it in his pants. "I feel uncomfortable! Hello?! You have the wrong number!"
"So when did you want that cheese?"
"I don't want the cheese! You have the wrong number! Hello?! There's dessert in my pants! Hello?! Why are the kangaroos happy?! Hello?! You have the wrong number! Why am I ducking?! Hello?! The phone has me! Hello?! I don't know how to tie my shoes! Hello?! Don't send any dairy products here! You have the wrong number! My telephone is sticky! I feel weird! Hello?! YOU HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER!!"
About then, Mr. Gullible came back in the room and they hung up. "Okay, pupils, what are you to be educated about next?"
"We get to learn about beekeeping." said Spyro. "I believe you'll find all the supplies we need in the closet." Mr. Gullible went into the closet and shut the door. "AAAA! BEES!!!"
Mrs. Blake walked in! "I'm feeling better now." she said. "Were you guys nice to the substitute?" Elora went up to her and whispered something.
"Uh huh......really?"
Elora nodded. They all grinned......
Mr. Gullible walked back into the room carrying some beehives. "Um, excuse me but who are you?" he asked Mrs. Blake who was sitting in a desk. "Um...I'm an exchange student."
"You weren't in here before, were you?"
"I was, you just didn't notice me."
"Really?"
"Yep!"
"Well, okay!" said Mr. Gullible. He put on a beekeeper's suit. "Now, the first thing you need to know is...." Mrs. Blake raised her hand. "Mr. Gullible? You're supposed to give the lecture while letting the bees pollinate flowers on you head."
"Is that how your regular teacher does it?"
"Oh yes!" the five of them said at once. "Well, alright then!" said Mr. Gullible. He dumped a bag of potting soil on his head and planted some flowers in it, then set the bees loose. "Now the first thing you need to know is to never....um pupils, these bees seem to be OW! OW! OW!OW!OW!OW!OW!OW!OW!OW!OW!OW!!!" He ran around the classroom, slapping the bees. "Ready class?" asked Mrs. Blake. They nodded and pulled out fire extinguishers. "Now, fire!"
All five of them sprayed the fire extinguishers at Mr. Gullible. "The bees are gone! Now what?" he asked.
"Juggle the fire extinguishers in front of that open window before they come back! Hurry!" Shouted Mrs. Blake as they all handed him the fire extinguishers. Mr. Gullible started juggling them.
"Oh, and don't forget the fondue!" shouted Hunter as he threw some hot, melted cheese at him.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Shouted Mr. Gullible as he fell out the window.
"Class adjourned!" said Mrs. Blake. "And you all passed!"
"YAY!"
And they all went out to go get pizza!
THE END
(Well, I'm sorry to say, but I won't be writing any more of this story. I know what you're thinking. You don't want the humor to be over. Well, there's only so long you can keep a joke going, otherwise you go from being randomly funny to randomly stupid to randomly boring. So it's a good idea to quit when you're ahead, otherwise you'll get an angry mob on your tail. See ya!)