CHAPTER 25- ANOTHER MIKE VS. THE PERCUSSION SECTION THING
The percussion players were in the bandroom making strategies and other fight plans when Mike walked in with his fellow saxophone followers.
"This is the day you're going down!" he declared.
"No, you're going down you loser," said Pat. "You may have more people this time, but you're still gonna lose."
Mike grabbed his saxophone and bassoon, the other saxophone players got their saxophones and the percussion players grabbed several percussion instruments and the fighting began. First, the percussion players were losing so they went to plan B: run over your enemy with the piano. The percussion players ran to the piano and began trying to run over the saxophone players. At first it worked, but then the saxophone players turned around and began trying to push the piano at the percussionists so they had a little pushing war. Eventually the percussionists and the saxophones both gave up so the piano rolled into a wall and broke.
"Now look what you've done!" Scott yelled. "You destroyed our ultimate weapon!"
"Good. Now we can win," said Mike. He turned to the saxophone players. "GET THEM!"
The saxophone players charged at the percussionists, who turned and ran outta the bandroom. The saxophone players ran back to Mike.
"Congratulations oh divine holy one you've won the battle," said the saxophone players.
"Now we will win ourselves some P.O.Ws--" Mike began.
"P.O.Ws?" a saxophone player asked.
"Prisoners of war," said Mike. "Let's get outta here and get those stupid percussion players!"
The other saxophone players thought that it was a stupid idea cuz they didn't know where the percussionists were and if they went to get more people or not but they didn't wanna argue with their god so they began the search for the percussionists.
"I don't see any percussionists," a saxophone player said getting annoyed.
"We'll find them. Don't worry," said Mike.
What they didn't know was that the percussionists were following them. The saxophone players didn't find out until one of the percussionists sneezed.
"WHAT THE.....?" Mike yelled.
The percussionists were surrounded by people that had agreed to fight for them.
"Where'd you get all these people?" Mike snapped.
"Have you ever wondered why we haven't fought you in so long?" Lindsay asked.
"No," Mike snapped. "Well, when we could've been doing some serious butt-kicking, we decided to find people who would act as a militia type thing," said Scott.
"What's a munita?" a saxophone player asked.
"Militia. Honestly don't you read?" Scott asked annoyed.
"No," some saxophone players said.
"A militia is a bunch of volunteers. It was very popular in the Revolutionary War," said Scott in a know-it-all voice.
"So these people volunteered?" Mike asked in disbelief.
"Yeah," the percussionists said.
"Fellow saxophone players.." Mike said.
"Yeah?" they asked nervously.
"RUN!" Mike yelled.
The saxophone players ran down the hall.
"Get them," Pat said to the people.
The percussionists' volunteers chased the saxophone players until the saxophone players locked themselves in the janitor's closet. They stayed there until they felt it was safe to come out and go back to class. Word of the whole thing traveled to the other band members quickly and the saxophone players spent the rest of the day as the laughingstocks of the band. Mike gathered his fellow saxophone followers together after school and they swore to get revenge on the percussionists. Then they left.
The percussion players were in the bandroom making strategies and other fight plans when Mike walked in with his fellow saxophone followers.
"This is the day you're going down!" he declared.
"No, you're going down you loser," said Pat. "You may have more people this time, but you're still gonna lose."
Mike grabbed his saxophone and bassoon, the other saxophone players got their saxophones and the percussion players grabbed several percussion instruments and the fighting began. First, the percussion players were losing so they went to plan B: run over your enemy with the piano. The percussion players ran to the piano and began trying to run over the saxophone players. At first it worked, but then the saxophone players turned around and began trying to push the piano at the percussionists so they had a little pushing war. Eventually the percussionists and the saxophones both gave up so the piano rolled into a wall and broke.
"Now look what you've done!" Scott yelled. "You destroyed our ultimate weapon!"
"Good. Now we can win," said Mike. He turned to the saxophone players. "GET THEM!"
The saxophone players charged at the percussionists, who turned and ran outta the bandroom. The saxophone players ran back to Mike.
"Congratulations oh divine holy one you've won the battle," said the saxophone players.
"Now we will win ourselves some P.O.Ws--" Mike began.
"P.O.Ws?" a saxophone player asked.
"Prisoners of war," said Mike. "Let's get outta here and get those stupid percussion players!"
The other saxophone players thought that it was a stupid idea cuz they didn't know where the percussionists were and if they went to get more people or not but they didn't wanna argue with their god so they began the search for the percussionists.
"I don't see any percussionists," a saxophone player said getting annoyed.
"We'll find them. Don't worry," said Mike.
What they didn't know was that the percussionists were following them. The saxophone players didn't find out until one of the percussionists sneezed.
"WHAT THE.....?" Mike yelled.
The percussionists were surrounded by people that had agreed to fight for them.
"Where'd you get all these people?" Mike snapped.
"Have you ever wondered why we haven't fought you in so long?" Lindsay asked.
"No," Mike snapped. "Well, when we could've been doing some serious butt-kicking, we decided to find people who would act as a militia type thing," said Scott.
"What's a munita?" a saxophone player asked.
"Militia. Honestly don't you read?" Scott asked annoyed.
"No," some saxophone players said.
"A militia is a bunch of volunteers. It was very popular in the Revolutionary War," said Scott in a know-it-all voice.
"So these people volunteered?" Mike asked in disbelief.
"Yeah," the percussionists said.
"Fellow saxophone players.." Mike said.
"Yeah?" they asked nervously.
"RUN!" Mike yelled.
The saxophone players ran down the hall.
"Get them," Pat said to the people.
The percussionists' volunteers chased the saxophone players until the saxophone players locked themselves in the janitor's closet. They stayed there until they felt it was safe to come out and go back to class. Word of the whole thing traveled to the other band members quickly and the saxophone players spent the rest of the day as the laughingstocks of the band. Mike gathered his fellow saxophone followers together after school and they swore to get revenge on the percussionists. Then they left.