((Sorry bout the snooze-fest last chapter, people. I pray that this one
is better! Thanks to all of my wonderful reviewers, as always! Okay,
here we are...))
Chapter Eight: "Burn Stuff."
"Initiate Plan Topple Oswald..." Freddy gleamed at Zack. Zack then gave the thumbs-up sign to Katie, who passed it on to the others- all waiting at their battle stations.
This was a very original yet foolproof plan, Freddy thought. Not my best work, but it will do. Oh, yes. It will do...
He then exited hotel room 120- the band's "headquarters" for the past hour. As Freddy turned the corner and walked down the wall-papered hallway- he saw a nervous Billy and a laughing Uncle Oswald sitting in a room of the band's hallway, drinking glasses of pink lemonade and watching the tv screen.
"Oh, Billy boy, I say! That outfit was wonderful! I still have much to teach you, my pet!" Oswald patted the disgusted Billy on the head.
"Please refrain from calling me your pet again. Ever. And, um, I'm pretty sure I don't need your help anymore- so if you don't mind, I'm gonna go help my friends clean..." He squirmed.
"Oh, nonsense, Billy! Your mother would kill me! Besides- we didn't get to watch Tula's Fashion Tips yet!!" Oswald begged. Ugh, thought Freddy. This was horrible! Oswald was a disgrace to guys everywhere- he should be eliminated! Heck- he was even worse than Billy! Compared to Oswald, Billy seemed actually not that bad!
With that, Freddy cautiously entered the room.
"Excuse me Mr. Oswald dude? I mean, sir. We finished a few rooms and want you to check them, if you don't mind..." Freddy babbled out- trying his hardest to sound scared and nervous. What he really was, was trying to not crack up!
Oswald smirked with joy before handing Billy his lemonade and standing up.
"Of course... what was it? Eddie?" He asked.
Freddy's eyes scowled. "It's Freddy."
"Oh well. I like Edward better! See- Billy? I'm talking control of a situation! And its working- young Edward here has already learned some respect!" Oswald explained maniacally. Freddy's brow furrowed. This guy. Was a total. PSYCHO!!!!
"Um, okay, sir. Follow me to room 123..." Freddy motioned with his hand for Oswald to follow.
"I'll come to!" Billy exclaimed, before Freddy cut him off with an icy glare. Billy's mouth shut and then he peeped out, "Actually, I'll stay here, Uncle Oswald..."
Freddy nodded happily from behind Oswald's shoulder and stopped when the squirrelly man faced him.
"Ahem... this way, sir!" He plastered on a fake smile as he lead Oswald down the hall. "Look- over there!"
Freddy pointed to an air vent as Katie, hopefully, was quickly crawling behind them to get to Oswald's room and explain things to Billy.
"What? I don't see anything!" Oswald yelled.
"Um... I thought I saw a squirrel... in the vent... um, never mind. Here- let's keep going!" Freddy quickly led him away down the hall. Tomika, Marta, Alicia, Eleni, and Michelle were bustling in and out of rooms with cleaning supplies- just as planned.
"I only see a few workers!!" Oswald demanded.
"The others are already in the rooms- cleaning, uh, bathrooms and stuff. Here- room 123!" Freddy led Oswald into the sorta-clean room. Oswald scowled at the half-made beds, what seemed like pizza stains still on the carpet- yet obviously tried to be gotten out-, and a poorly vacuumed floor.
"This is not clean!" He shouted. Freddy pretended to cringe.
"It was the best we could do sir- hey, look in the closet! It was a mess before and now it's perfect!" Freddy urged. Oswald shot him a suspicious glance before opening the door of the walk-in closet.
Oswald took a step in- and in doing so, tripped over the string that tugged on the cloth on the ceiling that released a series of water-filled cleaning gloves- all filled to the brim with the foulest smelling stuff that the band could find in the bottles of cleaner! BOOSH!!!!!!
A combination of Oswald falling and the balloons smashing on top of him created an enormous racket- the signal for others in the band.
"Initiate Operation Tie 'Im Up!!!!" Freddy yelled- and out of the bathroom and into the closet rushed Marco and Lawrence- both with a rope made out of curtains and circled around the disgruntled squirrel man until he was completely tied up, leaning against the back wall of the closet.
Freddy grinned evilly and snapped his fingers. Katie, with a confused Billy, brought in a dozen or so garment bags. Oswald's hair was plastered to his face- which was white with shock and anger.
"Zack- if you will?" Freddy asked keenly, like a doctor preparing to operate. Zack zipped open the nearest garment bag and took out a beautiful, black silk dress.
Eww- he's not one of those cross dressing people, is he?" A disgusted Alicia asked.
"It's one of his designs," Billy shrugged, taking a closer look. He then gleamed maniacally- much to Freddy's amusement, and exclaimed, "Uncle! How could you ever create something so... tacky?"
Oswald, in return, twitched in horror, and yelled "I... am not... tacky!!!!!!"
Freddy rolled his eyes, "No- but you're gay, man! Now- time to initiate operation Blow Torch!"
Eleni and Michelle, their faces scrunched up due to the horrible smell- which reminded Freddy of something like a skunk crossed with nail polish remover and moldy muffins- brought in a can of hair spray and one of those long, automatic lighters.
"Hmmm..." Freddy smiled contentedly, taking the items in hand. "I just love hotel-offered cans of hair spray and lighters don't you?"
"What do you kids want from me?! I change my mind- you do not have to clean! You can do whatever you want! We'll have fun! What do you like to do, Edward- I mean, Freddy?!" Oswald twittered nervously.
With that, a gleam caught Freddy's eye. "Burn stuff."
And with that, he turned on the lighter and held it beneath the can of hairspray- which he let jet out- creating a stream of fire, lightly singing the dress.
"NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! I surrender to your whim!!!!!!" Oswald cried in horror. Freddy could hear the others cracking up outside of the closet. Revenge is sweet... good revenge is sweeter!!
"Ahem- Tomika, if you will?" Freddy stretched out his hand. Tomika handed him a piece of lined paper, smiling. Freddy grinned.
"Okay. Read this..." Freddy took a mini microphone, hooked to a tape recorder, from Gordon and let Zack hold it in front of the horrified man's mouth. Freddy did the same, but held up the paper.
"I am a disgrace to-to all guys... I like dressing up like a girl... and talking about girly things. In fact... I want to be... a girl. That was my dream in life. But I can't, so I act like one... instead. All will shun me forever and call me... Squirrel Man... and, er, the kids in the band School of Rock are not immature, untalented, spoiled little brats that need to be taught respect. They are very mature, very talented, very respectful people and rock their hearts out and... think I, Oswald Smith, am a thick-headed idiot... thank you..." Oswald reluctantly read into the microphone, frowning.
Freddy grinned. "Okay- Gordon. Take that down to the receptionist lady and tell her that it's an important message from Oswald Smith, brother in law of the man who owns this hotel, and it needs to be played over the intercom..."
"What?!!!" Oswald exclaimed. "I did what you asked- you don't have to clean anymore!!"
"We're not done with you yet, Oswald Smith!! Okay- before we release you, you must swear on your outfits' safety these next few things, got it?" Freddy ordered.
"Don't hurt my precious outfits!! PLEASE!! I'll do anything, you little brat, now what do you want from me?!!" Oswald cried.
Freddy smirked once more, "Alrighty then... First, you must swear that you will leave us the hell alone and go off to some fashion show or something instead of tagging around us for our stay in Houston."
"I swear!"
"Second, you must give yourself a hair cut. Dude- Squirrel is so not punk, got that?"
"I swear!"
"Thirdly, you must leave Billy here alone! We don't want him any freakier than he already is! Okay?"
"Hey!"
"I swear!!!"
"Okay, then... Marco, Lawrence- untie him please. And can we get our security dudes to escort Squirrel Man to his room and keep him there until the announcement comes on? After that, make sure he leaves! You might want to take these..." Freddy instructed Frankie and Lawrence, handing Frankie the garment bags and hair spray blow torch. "And the rest of us- let's get those hotel maids back on duty and have ourselves a relaxing time before the concert!"
"No problem there, Freddy..." Zack smiled.
"How the heck do you two come up with this stuff?" Katie wondered...
As the group headed back down the hall, Freddy stopped.
"You guys- look!" He pointed up to the air vent.
"What?" Summer asked, looking confused.
"Another squirrel, huh, Edward?" Katie gleamed.
"Never mind..." Freddy grumbled...
As they all left the hallway for their rooms, a pair of bright blue eyes peered out from the vent...
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Chapter Eight: "Burn Stuff."
"Initiate Plan Topple Oswald..." Freddy gleamed at Zack. Zack then gave the thumbs-up sign to Katie, who passed it on to the others- all waiting at their battle stations.
This was a very original yet foolproof plan, Freddy thought. Not my best work, but it will do. Oh, yes. It will do...
He then exited hotel room 120- the band's "headquarters" for the past hour. As Freddy turned the corner and walked down the wall-papered hallway- he saw a nervous Billy and a laughing Uncle Oswald sitting in a room of the band's hallway, drinking glasses of pink lemonade and watching the tv screen.
"Oh, Billy boy, I say! That outfit was wonderful! I still have much to teach you, my pet!" Oswald patted the disgusted Billy on the head.
"Please refrain from calling me your pet again. Ever. And, um, I'm pretty sure I don't need your help anymore- so if you don't mind, I'm gonna go help my friends clean..." He squirmed.
"Oh, nonsense, Billy! Your mother would kill me! Besides- we didn't get to watch Tula's Fashion Tips yet!!" Oswald begged. Ugh, thought Freddy. This was horrible! Oswald was a disgrace to guys everywhere- he should be eliminated! Heck- he was even worse than Billy! Compared to Oswald, Billy seemed actually not that bad!
With that, Freddy cautiously entered the room.
"Excuse me Mr. Oswald dude? I mean, sir. We finished a few rooms and want you to check them, if you don't mind..." Freddy babbled out- trying his hardest to sound scared and nervous. What he really was, was trying to not crack up!
Oswald smirked with joy before handing Billy his lemonade and standing up.
"Of course... what was it? Eddie?" He asked.
Freddy's eyes scowled. "It's Freddy."
"Oh well. I like Edward better! See- Billy? I'm talking control of a situation! And its working- young Edward here has already learned some respect!" Oswald explained maniacally. Freddy's brow furrowed. This guy. Was a total. PSYCHO!!!!
"Um, okay, sir. Follow me to room 123..." Freddy motioned with his hand for Oswald to follow.
"I'll come to!" Billy exclaimed, before Freddy cut him off with an icy glare. Billy's mouth shut and then he peeped out, "Actually, I'll stay here, Uncle Oswald..."
Freddy nodded happily from behind Oswald's shoulder and stopped when the squirrelly man faced him.
"Ahem... this way, sir!" He plastered on a fake smile as he lead Oswald down the hall. "Look- over there!"
Freddy pointed to an air vent as Katie, hopefully, was quickly crawling behind them to get to Oswald's room and explain things to Billy.
"What? I don't see anything!" Oswald yelled.
"Um... I thought I saw a squirrel... in the vent... um, never mind. Here- let's keep going!" Freddy quickly led him away down the hall. Tomika, Marta, Alicia, Eleni, and Michelle were bustling in and out of rooms with cleaning supplies- just as planned.
"I only see a few workers!!" Oswald demanded.
"The others are already in the rooms- cleaning, uh, bathrooms and stuff. Here- room 123!" Freddy led Oswald into the sorta-clean room. Oswald scowled at the half-made beds, what seemed like pizza stains still on the carpet- yet obviously tried to be gotten out-, and a poorly vacuumed floor.
"This is not clean!" He shouted. Freddy pretended to cringe.
"It was the best we could do sir- hey, look in the closet! It was a mess before and now it's perfect!" Freddy urged. Oswald shot him a suspicious glance before opening the door of the walk-in closet.
Oswald took a step in- and in doing so, tripped over the string that tugged on the cloth on the ceiling that released a series of water-filled cleaning gloves- all filled to the brim with the foulest smelling stuff that the band could find in the bottles of cleaner! BOOSH!!!!!!
A combination of Oswald falling and the balloons smashing on top of him created an enormous racket- the signal for others in the band.
"Initiate Operation Tie 'Im Up!!!!" Freddy yelled- and out of the bathroom and into the closet rushed Marco and Lawrence- both with a rope made out of curtains and circled around the disgruntled squirrel man until he was completely tied up, leaning against the back wall of the closet.
Freddy grinned evilly and snapped his fingers. Katie, with a confused Billy, brought in a dozen or so garment bags. Oswald's hair was plastered to his face- which was white with shock and anger.
"Zack- if you will?" Freddy asked keenly, like a doctor preparing to operate. Zack zipped open the nearest garment bag and took out a beautiful, black silk dress.
Eww- he's not one of those cross dressing people, is he?" A disgusted Alicia asked.
"It's one of his designs," Billy shrugged, taking a closer look. He then gleamed maniacally- much to Freddy's amusement, and exclaimed, "Uncle! How could you ever create something so... tacky?"
Oswald, in return, twitched in horror, and yelled "I... am not... tacky!!!!!!"
Freddy rolled his eyes, "No- but you're gay, man! Now- time to initiate operation Blow Torch!"
Eleni and Michelle, their faces scrunched up due to the horrible smell- which reminded Freddy of something like a skunk crossed with nail polish remover and moldy muffins- brought in a can of hair spray and one of those long, automatic lighters.
"Hmmm..." Freddy smiled contentedly, taking the items in hand. "I just love hotel-offered cans of hair spray and lighters don't you?"
"What do you kids want from me?! I change my mind- you do not have to clean! You can do whatever you want! We'll have fun! What do you like to do, Edward- I mean, Freddy?!" Oswald twittered nervously.
With that, a gleam caught Freddy's eye. "Burn stuff."
And with that, he turned on the lighter and held it beneath the can of hairspray- which he let jet out- creating a stream of fire, lightly singing the dress.
"NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! I surrender to your whim!!!!!!" Oswald cried in horror. Freddy could hear the others cracking up outside of the closet. Revenge is sweet... good revenge is sweeter!!
"Ahem- Tomika, if you will?" Freddy stretched out his hand. Tomika handed him a piece of lined paper, smiling. Freddy grinned.
"Okay. Read this..." Freddy took a mini microphone, hooked to a tape recorder, from Gordon and let Zack hold it in front of the horrified man's mouth. Freddy did the same, but held up the paper.
"I am a disgrace to-to all guys... I like dressing up like a girl... and talking about girly things. In fact... I want to be... a girl. That was my dream in life. But I can't, so I act like one... instead. All will shun me forever and call me... Squirrel Man... and, er, the kids in the band School of Rock are not immature, untalented, spoiled little brats that need to be taught respect. They are very mature, very talented, very respectful people and rock their hearts out and... think I, Oswald Smith, am a thick-headed idiot... thank you..." Oswald reluctantly read into the microphone, frowning.
Freddy grinned. "Okay- Gordon. Take that down to the receptionist lady and tell her that it's an important message from Oswald Smith, brother in law of the man who owns this hotel, and it needs to be played over the intercom..."
"What?!!!" Oswald exclaimed. "I did what you asked- you don't have to clean anymore!!"
"We're not done with you yet, Oswald Smith!! Okay- before we release you, you must swear on your outfits' safety these next few things, got it?" Freddy ordered.
"Don't hurt my precious outfits!! PLEASE!! I'll do anything, you little brat, now what do you want from me?!!" Oswald cried.
Freddy smirked once more, "Alrighty then... First, you must swear that you will leave us the hell alone and go off to some fashion show or something instead of tagging around us for our stay in Houston."
"I swear!"
"Second, you must give yourself a hair cut. Dude- Squirrel is so not punk, got that?"
"I swear!"
"Thirdly, you must leave Billy here alone! We don't want him any freakier than he already is! Okay?"
"Hey!"
"I swear!!!"
"Okay, then... Marco, Lawrence- untie him please. And can we get our security dudes to escort Squirrel Man to his room and keep him there until the announcement comes on? After that, make sure he leaves! You might want to take these..." Freddy instructed Frankie and Lawrence, handing Frankie the garment bags and hair spray blow torch. "And the rest of us- let's get those hotel maids back on duty and have ourselves a relaxing time before the concert!"
"No problem there, Freddy..." Zack smiled.
"How the heck do you two come up with this stuff?" Katie wondered...
As the group headed back down the hall, Freddy stopped.
"You guys- look!" He pointed up to the air vent.
"What?" Summer asked, looking confused.
"Another squirrel, huh, Edward?" Katie gleamed.
"Never mind..." Freddy grumbled...
As they all left the hallway for their rooms, a pair of bright blue eyes peered out from the vent...
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!