Napoleon sat quietly in the chair in the principal's office. The room was quiet as the principal spent minuets staring at Napoleon, surprised that he had been sent over something as silly as chapstick.
The principal folded his arms on the desk, "So Napoleon, why do you think you're here?"
"Because the teacher is retarded," Napoleon snapped back.
The principal gave is disagreeing look, "Didn't she tell you that you could just get some lip balm from the nurse? Or buy some new chapstick?"
Napoleon let out one of his long sighs before he responded again, "Are you a sick-o too? I already told her that lip balm is for poseurs, or at least girls. And I don't want to buy new chapstick, now they come in gross flavors and scents like lip balm. Gross."
"Okay Napoleon, I understand that you feel strongly so I'll ask the sub if she will return your chapstick. Next time, no more chapstick in English class," The principal reasoned.
Napoleon nodded and left the room and ran all the way to the bus.
Kip sat at the dining room table putting on his shoes to go get Lafawnduh when the phone rang. He stopped and went to get the phone, "Hello."
"Kip it's Lafawnduh," the voice came from the other end of the line.
"Hi, baby," Kip said, trying to sound sexy.
Lafawnduh sounded disappointed, "I'm sorry baby but I won't be here today. Our bus broke down and it's going to take at least a day to fix."
Kip sighed, "All right, love you."
"Love you too," Lafawnduh said.
"Peace out," Kip said sadly and returned the phone on the cradle.
Uncle Rico stood in the meat section of the grocery store and searched for steak. He passed all the usual meats, bacon, ham, lamb, but no steak. Dissatisfied, Uncle Rico marched up to the front desk to find Summer Wheatly, the cashier, smacking on her gum and reading a teen magazine.
"Miss, you're out of steak," Uncle Rico said tapping a finger impatiently on the counter.
Summer looked up from the magazine, but continued to smack on her gum, "So?"
Uncle Rico gave a little chuckle, "Well I need some steak, do you have any?"
"No," She said as she looked back down at her teen magazine.
"Well when are you going to get more steak?" Uncle Rico said unhappily.
Summer looked at Uncle Rico like he was brain dead, "When we get the next shipment, duh."
Uncle Rico threw his hands up in the air, "Well when the heck is that gonna be!"
"I don't know. A couple of days," She responded.
Uncle Rico realized that this store had no steak for him, so he got back in his orange van and drove home steakless.
Napoleon was sitting at the dining room table as Uncle Rico got home. He had just finished drawing his favorite animal, the Liger, and had just fished his tots. Uncle Rico walked into the kitchen very unhappy, "Napoleon why do you always have to sit around doin' nothing! Get your butt up and do something!"
"Maybe I will, gosh," Napoleon snapped back to his frustrated uncle.
Uncle Rico shook his head, "Why don't you call Pedro?"
"We're in a fight, idiot," Napoleon said, not looking up from his Liger.
"You can't talk to him because your fighting? That is the stupidest thing I've heard today, Napoleon!" Uncle Rico said as he, took a seat at the dining room table with Napoleon.
"I can't talk to him for a couple of days, that's what fighting friends do. you'd know that if you had any friends," Napoleon said helping himself to another tot.
Uncle Rico ignored the comment, "Then just call him up and say that you're sorry!"
Napoleon looked up and considered it. Pedro could help him get his chapstick back, "Maybe I will, GOSH!" And he stomped over to the phone.
He picked up the phone and dragged the long cord over outside the front door where he could make the call and have a little privacy. He dialed in Pedro's number and waited while it rang a good three times before a female voice answered the call, "Hello?"
"This is Napoleon, is Pedro there?" He asked.
The female voice replied, "No, he's out back building something for some girl named Summer and he said not to be disturbed."
Napoleon let out a long sigh, "Kay."
"Wait!" The voice said just before Napoleon hung up.
"Yea," Napoleon replied.
"Aren't you and Pedro in a fight? You can't talk to him for a few days anyway if you were," She reminded.
Napoleon took a tot out of his pocket, "Well I'm saying I'm sorry so we can stop fighting and we can get my chapstick back. Will you tell him that?"
"Yeah, sure," She said, "Bye."
"Bye," and Napoleon hung up the phone.
Napoleon walked back into the dining room where Kip had come through the back door.
"Where's Lafawnduh?" Napoleon asked.
"He bus broke down she won't be here for a day or two," Kip said taking off his doo-rag which Lafawnduh had picked out for him.
Uncle Rico shook his head, "No steak."
"No chapstick or Pedro," Napoleon added.
"No Lafawnduh!" Kip said sadly.
Next Chapter in progress!