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CHAPTER 16- I JUST GOT MY BUTT KICKED
"It was great!" Meghan said excitedly, "we so totally creamed the saxophones! First we beat the crap outta them with our instruments and then we chased them down the hall with the piano. We were so close to running them over, but then the bell rang and the halls got too crowded."
"Go bassoons!" said Karyn, punching the air.
The saxophone players walked into the bandroom with scrapes and bruises all over themselves. Everyone started laughing at them.
"Those darn bassoon players," said Mike.
"If that's not enough oh divine one our prisoners are missing too," said another saxophone player.
Meghan, Katie and Nicole pointed and laughed at them.
"But we never could've done this without the help of the percussion section," said Katie, "I think we should give them a big round of applause."
Everyone except the saxophone players started clapping. The percussionists smiled and waved from the back of the room. Andy and his friend ran up to the saxophone players and knelt in front of them like they were going to beg.
"Why didn't you tell us you needed our help?" Andy cried. "You could've called my cell number!"
"We feel so awful," Andy's friend added.
"Don't worry about it," said a saxophone player, "we didn't have a phone with us."
"Oh," said Andy and his friend.
The trumpet players were talking in a corner of the room.
"Everyone is talking about the bassoons and the saxophones," said Jon. "I think we should get our revenge today."
"Yeah. They'll never suspect an attack," added another trumpet player.
"We gotta get them in the bandroom 8th period today," said Jon.
"How?" asked a trumpet player.
"I know! We can tell them that the French horns and the bassoons wanna talk about strategies or something," said another trumpet player.
"We can't just walk up and tell them that," said Jon, "then they'll know it's a trap."
"We can write a letter," said another trumpet player.
"Good idea," said Jon. "We should write letters to the bassoon and French horn players too."
He took out a pencil and paper and began writing. Mr. Reiderer walked into the bandroom.
"Are ya gonna run away today?" Andy asked.
"No," said Mr. Reiderer. "I can put up with you guys today."
"We should write that down," said a trombone player.
"Shut up," snapped Andy's friend.
"Sit down and stop talking!" Mr. Reiderer yelled.
Everyone stopped talking and stared at him cuz he never yelled before.
"Mr. Reiderer!" Jessica surprised.
"I can be fierce," said Mr. Reiderer.
Everyone sat down and got ready to play. To Mr. Reiderer's surprise, there were no psychopathic outbreaks and everyone was playing really well (for once).
"Ah, music to my ears," he said.
When band was over, Jon slipped a note in Karyn's, Katie's and Christina's lockers and ran away. Karyn opened her locker and found the note.
"Dear flute, clarinet players and Jackie," she read, "would you be able to come down 8th period to discuss battle plans and strategies with us and the bassoon players? We'll bring chips and cookies. Signed, the HMFHS (Honorable Members of the French Horn Section) Christina, Jessica and Amanda."
"What's that?" Erica asked Karyn.
"It's a note from the French horn players," said Karyn, "they wanna discuss battle plans and stretegies with us and the bassoon players 8th period."
All the flute and clarinet players and Jackie gathered around Karyn. They read the note over her shoulder.
"That sounds good to me," said Jackie, "I'll go."
"Me too," said Schellen.
Meanwhile, Katie and Christina found their notes (but their "signatures were from the clarinet/ flute section) and agreed to go. What they didn't know is that the trumpets set up a trap for them 8th period.
8th PERIOD.
"Where are they?" Jon asked. "Was my note convincing enough?"
"Oh stop worrying," said another trumpet player. "Did you put superglue on the chairs?"
"Yeah," said another trumpet player.
Meghan, Katie and Nicole walked into the bandroom.
"Were are the clarinets and flutes?" Nicole asked. "What are you doing here?"
The trumpet players pushed them in a practice room and locked the door. The French horns walked in and the trumpet players did the same thing to them.
"This is great," said Amanda.
"Man, I can't believe we fell for this," Meghan yelled.
The flute and clarinet players and Jackie walked into the bandroom.
"Where are the bassoon and French horn players?" Karyn asked.
"They're gonna be a little late," said Jon. He turned to another trumpet player and whispered, "Roll the piano in front of the room where we locked them."
A trumpet player pushed the piano in front of the room where the French horn and bassoon players were.
"What are you doing?" Schellen asked giving the trumpet player a funny look.
"Getting my exercise," said the trumpet player.
"Have a seat," Jon said, pulling up the chairs that had superglue on them.
The flute and clarinet players and Jackie sat down.
"What the?" Jackie yelled.
"My butt's stuck to my seat!" Catherine wailed.
"Suckers!" the trumpet players yelled as the flute and clarinet players and Jackie tried to get up.
"No fair!" Erica wailed.
"All's fair in love and war," said Jon, "and this is definitely war."
The trumpet players got the flutes and clarinets and Jackie's oboe outta the locker room and tied their hands with the cleaning swabs in the cases so they wouldn't be able to get outta their chairs even if they did get unstuck.
"This is kidnapping!" Karyn yelled as her hands were tied.
"No it's not," said a trumpet player.
Then the trumpet players took the clarinets, flutes and oboe and broke them.
"Noooooo!" the flute and clarinet players and Jackie wailed.
The trumpet players laughed.
"Now for the super-powerful-never-come-off-until-your-dead-or-maybe-even- later markers," said Jon.
"The what?" Erica yelled.
"Um, I went to the store yesterday and I couldn't find super-powerful-never- come-off-until-your-dead-or-maybe-even-later-markers," said a trumpet player, "but I did find super-powerful permanent markers."
"That still works," said Jon.
He took out the permanent markers and wrote I JUST GOT MY BUTT KICKED on the flute and clarinet players' and Jackie's faces. Then they dragged the chairs into the boys' bathroom where boys laughed at them for the rest of the day. Eventually, a teacher walked into the boys' room and found them and got them outta the chairs. They went home humiliated and upset, dreading band the next day.
CHAPTER 16- I JUST GOT MY BUTT KICKED
"It was great!" Meghan said excitedly, "we so totally creamed the saxophones! First we beat the crap outta them with our instruments and then we chased them down the hall with the piano. We were so close to running them over, but then the bell rang and the halls got too crowded."
"Go bassoons!" said Karyn, punching the air.
The saxophone players walked into the bandroom with scrapes and bruises all over themselves. Everyone started laughing at them.
"Those darn bassoon players," said Mike.
"If that's not enough oh divine one our prisoners are missing too," said another saxophone player.
Meghan, Katie and Nicole pointed and laughed at them.
"But we never could've done this without the help of the percussion section," said Katie, "I think we should give them a big round of applause."
Everyone except the saxophone players started clapping. The percussionists smiled and waved from the back of the room. Andy and his friend ran up to the saxophone players and knelt in front of them like they were going to beg.
"Why didn't you tell us you needed our help?" Andy cried. "You could've called my cell number!"
"We feel so awful," Andy's friend added.
"Don't worry about it," said a saxophone player, "we didn't have a phone with us."
"Oh," said Andy and his friend.
The trumpet players were talking in a corner of the room.
"Everyone is talking about the bassoons and the saxophones," said Jon. "I think we should get our revenge today."
"Yeah. They'll never suspect an attack," added another trumpet player.
"We gotta get them in the bandroom 8th period today," said Jon.
"How?" asked a trumpet player.
"I know! We can tell them that the French horns and the bassoons wanna talk about strategies or something," said another trumpet player.
"We can't just walk up and tell them that," said Jon, "then they'll know it's a trap."
"We can write a letter," said another trumpet player.
"Good idea," said Jon. "We should write letters to the bassoon and French horn players too."
He took out a pencil and paper and began writing. Mr. Reiderer walked into the bandroom.
"Are ya gonna run away today?" Andy asked.
"No," said Mr. Reiderer. "I can put up with you guys today."
"We should write that down," said a trombone player.
"Shut up," snapped Andy's friend.
"Sit down and stop talking!" Mr. Reiderer yelled.
Everyone stopped talking and stared at him cuz he never yelled before.
"Mr. Reiderer!" Jessica surprised.
"I can be fierce," said Mr. Reiderer.
Everyone sat down and got ready to play. To Mr. Reiderer's surprise, there were no psychopathic outbreaks and everyone was playing really well (for once).
"Ah, music to my ears," he said.
When band was over, Jon slipped a note in Karyn's, Katie's and Christina's lockers and ran away. Karyn opened her locker and found the note.
"Dear flute, clarinet players and Jackie," she read, "would you be able to come down 8th period to discuss battle plans and strategies with us and the bassoon players? We'll bring chips and cookies. Signed, the HMFHS (Honorable Members of the French Horn Section) Christina, Jessica and Amanda."
"What's that?" Erica asked Karyn.
"It's a note from the French horn players," said Karyn, "they wanna discuss battle plans and stretegies with us and the bassoon players 8th period."
All the flute and clarinet players and Jackie gathered around Karyn. They read the note over her shoulder.
"That sounds good to me," said Jackie, "I'll go."
"Me too," said Schellen.
Meanwhile, Katie and Christina found their notes (but their "signatures were from the clarinet/ flute section) and agreed to go. What they didn't know is that the trumpets set up a trap for them 8th period.
8th PERIOD.
"Where are they?" Jon asked. "Was my note convincing enough?"
"Oh stop worrying," said another trumpet player. "Did you put superglue on the chairs?"
"Yeah," said another trumpet player.
Meghan, Katie and Nicole walked into the bandroom.
"Were are the clarinets and flutes?" Nicole asked. "What are you doing here?"
The trumpet players pushed them in a practice room and locked the door. The French horns walked in and the trumpet players did the same thing to them.
"This is great," said Amanda.
"Man, I can't believe we fell for this," Meghan yelled.
The flute and clarinet players and Jackie walked into the bandroom.
"Where are the bassoon and French horn players?" Karyn asked.
"They're gonna be a little late," said Jon. He turned to another trumpet player and whispered, "Roll the piano in front of the room where we locked them."
A trumpet player pushed the piano in front of the room where the French horn and bassoon players were.
"What are you doing?" Schellen asked giving the trumpet player a funny look.
"Getting my exercise," said the trumpet player.
"Have a seat," Jon said, pulling up the chairs that had superglue on them.
The flute and clarinet players and Jackie sat down.
"What the?" Jackie yelled.
"My butt's stuck to my seat!" Catherine wailed.
"Suckers!" the trumpet players yelled as the flute and clarinet players and Jackie tried to get up.
"No fair!" Erica wailed.
"All's fair in love and war," said Jon, "and this is definitely war."
The trumpet players got the flutes and clarinets and Jackie's oboe outta the locker room and tied their hands with the cleaning swabs in the cases so they wouldn't be able to get outta their chairs even if they did get unstuck.
"This is kidnapping!" Karyn yelled as her hands were tied.
"No it's not," said a trumpet player.
Then the trumpet players took the clarinets, flutes and oboe and broke them.
"Noooooo!" the flute and clarinet players and Jackie wailed.
The trumpet players laughed.
"Now for the super-powerful-never-come-off-until-your-dead-or-maybe-even- later markers," said Jon.
"The what?" Erica yelled.
"Um, I went to the store yesterday and I couldn't find super-powerful-never- come-off-until-your-dead-or-maybe-even-later-markers," said a trumpet player, "but I did find super-powerful permanent markers."
"That still works," said Jon.
He took out the permanent markers and wrote I JUST GOT MY BUTT KICKED on the flute and clarinet players' and Jackie's faces. Then they dragged the chairs into the boys' bathroom where boys laughed at them for the rest of the day. Eventually, a teacher walked into the boys' room and found them and got them outta the chairs. They went home humiliated and upset, dreading band the next day.