A/N- sry I havent updated in a while. Believe it or not I have a life and
school work and other stuff to take care of. Anyways here's the next
chapter.
CHAPTER 12- THE TUBAS AND TROMBONES AND BARITONES GO AT IT
Andy and his friend walked into the "green hall."
"We challenge you to a fight after school. Winner gets the other person's prisoners," said Andy.
"Name a place and time," said a trombone player.
"Right here at 2:30," said Andy's friend.
"Fine," said a baritone player, "we'll be there."
AT 2:30.
The trombone and baritone players were waiting (with their instruments). Andy and his friend walked into the hall with their instruments.
"Right on time," said a baritone player.
"Let's fight!" said Andy's friend.
The trombone and baritone players' prisoners peeked out through the windows in the doors. They were obviously rooting for the tubas. The tuba players picked up their instruments and began to attempt to whack the trombone and baritone players. The trombone and baritone players either blocked the tubas or got hit. This went on and on and on for a long time. Andy and his friend opened their spit valves and the whole hall was about 1 ½ feet deep in spit. The trombone and baritone players chucked their mouthpieces at Andy and his friend. None of the motuhpieces hit them so everyone attempted to whack each other with their instruments again. The fighting went on and on and on. A teacher walked into the green hall.
"What the heck is going on here?" the teacher yelled.
The fighting stopped instantly.
"It was them," Andy and his friend yelled, pointing at the trombone and baritone players.
"No it wasn't!" they yelled back.
"Whatever," said the teacher. "I'm writing you all up. Now put your instruments away and let those poor people out of those classrooms. They look like they haven't eaten in days."
Everyone did as they were told. When the trombone and baritone players unlocked the doors, all their prisoners ran out into the hall.
"FREEDOM!" they yelled.
They headed for the cafeteria to eat all the food in the vending machines.
"Those darn tubas," muttered a trombone player.
"They'll pay for this," said another trombone player.
Andy and his friend were walking behind the trombone and baritone players.
"This is not over yet!" Andy yelled to them.
"Oh yeah," a baritone player yelled back. "It definitely isn't."
CHAPTER 12- THE TUBAS AND TROMBONES AND BARITONES GO AT IT
Andy and his friend walked into the "green hall."
"We challenge you to a fight after school. Winner gets the other person's prisoners," said Andy.
"Name a place and time," said a trombone player.
"Right here at 2:30," said Andy's friend.
"Fine," said a baritone player, "we'll be there."
AT 2:30.
The trombone and baritone players were waiting (with their instruments). Andy and his friend walked into the hall with their instruments.
"Right on time," said a baritone player.
"Let's fight!" said Andy's friend.
The trombone and baritone players' prisoners peeked out through the windows in the doors. They were obviously rooting for the tubas. The tuba players picked up their instruments and began to attempt to whack the trombone and baritone players. The trombone and baritone players either blocked the tubas or got hit. This went on and on and on for a long time. Andy and his friend opened their spit valves and the whole hall was about 1 ½ feet deep in spit. The trombone and baritone players chucked their mouthpieces at Andy and his friend. None of the motuhpieces hit them so everyone attempted to whack each other with their instruments again. The fighting went on and on and on. A teacher walked into the green hall.
"What the heck is going on here?" the teacher yelled.
The fighting stopped instantly.
"It was them," Andy and his friend yelled, pointing at the trombone and baritone players.
"No it wasn't!" they yelled back.
"Whatever," said the teacher. "I'm writing you all up. Now put your instruments away and let those poor people out of those classrooms. They look like they haven't eaten in days."
Everyone did as they were told. When the trombone and baritone players unlocked the doors, all their prisoners ran out into the hall.
"FREEDOM!" they yelled.
They headed for the cafeteria to eat all the food in the vending machines.
"Those darn tubas," muttered a trombone player.
"They'll pay for this," said another trombone player.
Andy and his friend were walking behind the trombone and baritone players.
"This is not over yet!" Andy yelled to them.
"Oh yeah," a baritone player yelled back. "It definitely isn't."