A Real Funny Teacher
By Secret7
Chapter 2:
How to be Funny
"We need them to learn," declared Harley.
"Why?" asked the Joker sadly, obviously a little upset over this change of plans.
"Because, it's not only what's right--"
"When did WE start doing what was right?" asked the Joker.
Harley paused for a second. "Good point," she said. "But that's not what I mean entirely...What if the police find out we're not actually teaching anything?"
The Joker stood there.
"So," continued Harley, "What'll we teach them?"
"The only thing I know how to do..." the Joker began.
"How to be funny!" Mr. Rekoj continued. "That's today's subject." He walked around the room, smiling, then suddenly slipped on a banana peel, falling over.
"Oh, Ms. Yelrah! Help, I think I broke my ankle!" he called.
The class gasped.
"I'll help you, Mr. R!" she quickly ran up to grab his hand.
ZAP!
"YOWWWW!!!!!!" The joy buzzer went off. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahaha! Wasn't that FUNNY, kids?" asked Mr. Rekoj. "Yeah, real funny..." Harley muttered, grabbing her hand. "MORE!" the class cheered. "More?" asked Mr. Rekoj. "Did you hear that?" "No duh!" Yelrah shouted, actually caught off guard. Suddenly, she remembered the script. "I mean, um...No." "Louder, kids!" Mr. Rekoj said. He held up a megaphone. The sound was magnified. "MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The class shouted. Harley covered her ears in pain. "Mistah J, don't I ever get to do any practical jokes?" asked Harley quietly.
"No," he whispered. "It's only funny when..."
"When what?" asked Harley.
"WHEN I DO 'EM!" He shouted merrily, as water squirted all over Ms. Yelrah's face. "HEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHHeheheheh!!!!!!!"
"More!!!!" the class cheered.
"Oh-boy." Harley whispered.
"Now for homework tonight you all have to play practical jokes on your parents!" Mr. Rekoj said. "Good luck, kids!"
"Yeah, goodbye," Yelrah muttered, a pie in her face.
Bubbles hovered up to Ms. Yelrah. "I just wanted to say that you're a really funny teacher!" she said.
"Umm...thanks." Ms. Yelrah said.
Bubbles flew out the door.
"You know we have to take care of the city heroes, right?" asked The Joker, wiping off his makeup, and taking off the disguise.
"Yeah, but that's our job. We ARE working in a day-care..."
"No, I meant take care of them, my sweet bugaboo."
"You mean..." Harley said in horrified realization "...but they're only kids!"
"Think about this, Harley. We take them out, the whole city is OURS. No Batman, no heroes, no nothing! It's perfect! HAHAHAHAHA"
"Yeah. Heheh. Real funny," Harley said.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, sugar-booger!" the Joker said, smiling his usual evil smile.
"I'm thinking of working late," said Harley. "The kids...uh...might get suspicious."
"But honey...we have a hot tub with our name on it!" Joker said happily.
"I just...um...I dunno. We'll hot-tub tomorrow, honey-pumpkin,"
"Well...alright. I guess. I'll see you later, sweetie!" cried the Clown Prince of Crime. He walked out the door.
Harley stared at the door, thinking of the three girls.
"Oh crap." she said.
TO BE CONTINUED...
By Secret7
Chapter 2:
How to be Funny
"We need them to learn," declared Harley.
"Why?" asked the Joker sadly, obviously a little upset over this change of plans.
"Because, it's not only what's right--"
"When did WE start doing what was right?" asked the Joker.
Harley paused for a second. "Good point," she said. "But that's not what I mean entirely...What if the police find out we're not actually teaching anything?"
The Joker stood there.
"So," continued Harley, "What'll we teach them?"
"The only thing I know how to do..." the Joker began.
"How to be funny!" Mr. Rekoj continued. "That's today's subject." He walked around the room, smiling, then suddenly slipped on a banana peel, falling over.
"Oh, Ms. Yelrah! Help, I think I broke my ankle!" he called.
The class gasped.
"I'll help you, Mr. R!" she quickly ran up to grab his hand.
ZAP!
"YOWWWW!!!!!!" The joy buzzer went off. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahaha! Wasn't that FUNNY, kids?" asked Mr. Rekoj. "Yeah, real funny..." Harley muttered, grabbing her hand. "MORE!" the class cheered. "More?" asked Mr. Rekoj. "Did you hear that?" "No duh!" Yelrah shouted, actually caught off guard. Suddenly, she remembered the script. "I mean, um...No." "Louder, kids!" Mr. Rekoj said. He held up a megaphone. The sound was magnified. "MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The class shouted. Harley covered her ears in pain. "Mistah J, don't I ever get to do any practical jokes?" asked Harley quietly.
"No," he whispered. "It's only funny when..."
"When what?" asked Harley.
"WHEN I DO 'EM!" He shouted merrily, as water squirted all over Ms. Yelrah's face. "HEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHHeheheheh!!!!!!!"
"More!!!!" the class cheered.
"Oh-boy." Harley whispered.
"Now for homework tonight you all have to play practical jokes on your parents!" Mr. Rekoj said. "Good luck, kids!"
"Yeah, goodbye," Yelrah muttered, a pie in her face.
Bubbles hovered up to Ms. Yelrah. "I just wanted to say that you're a really funny teacher!" she said.
"Umm...thanks." Ms. Yelrah said.
Bubbles flew out the door.
"You know we have to take care of the city heroes, right?" asked The Joker, wiping off his makeup, and taking off the disguise.
"Yeah, but that's our job. We ARE working in a day-care..."
"No, I meant take care of them, my sweet bugaboo."
"You mean..." Harley said in horrified realization "...but they're only kids!"
"Think about this, Harley. We take them out, the whole city is OURS. No Batman, no heroes, no nothing! It's perfect! HAHAHAHAHA"
"Yeah. Heheh. Real funny," Harley said.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, sugar-booger!" the Joker said, smiling his usual evil smile.
"I'm thinking of working late," said Harley. "The kids...uh...might get suspicious."
"But honey...we have a hot tub with our name on it!" Joker said happily.
"I just...um...I dunno. We'll hot-tub tomorrow, honey-pumpkin,"
"Well...alright. I guess. I'll see you later, sweetie!" cried the Clown Prince of Crime. He walked out the door.
Harley stared at the door, thinking of the three girls.
"Oh crap." she said.
TO BE CONTINUED...
