IT HAPPENED TOMORROW
SEASON 1
EPISODE: 1x03 DETENTION
ORIGINAL PUBLICATION DATE: 10/02/2005
CAST: Jerry Carson, Larry Dawson, Aimee Harris, Chris Fredicks
ALSO STARRING: The Teacher, Mrs. Lee,Henry Lee, Kid 1, Kid 2
One of all teenagers' greatest enemies is detention. Staring at a big blank wall for an hour can really turn some heads (in the other direction). Even the teen's with the largest imagination can't win that battle, sooner or later, they'll run out of things to fantasize about. As for Jerry, he'd better run, run as fast as he can, because with one more tardy, he'll be in detention... doesn't rhyme, but it's the best I can do.
Jerry ran down the street at full speed towards his school. The second period end bell rang four minutes ago, and Jerry only had fifty seconds to make it to class before he'd be late.
Jerry dodged through traffic to get to the other side of the road, running past a group of tourists, and then took a man's bicycle. He pedaled full speed towards his school while the clock counted down... thirty, twenty-nine, twenty eight. Jerry made a hard left and pedaled into the school parking lot, through it he went, and into the halls of the school.
He dodged classmates who were also hurrying to get to class, he the rode through the cafeteria and out to the outside lunch tables. As he rode past a table, he quickly picked up his backpack and rode on to the portables.
Ten seconds remaining. Jerry stopped at the portables, and jumped off of the bike and ran up steps. The teacher was in sight, she was holding the door while stamping her foot, looking at her watch, and waiting for Jerry. Jerry ran towards her, and then jumped and dove for the classroom.
Ring! The bell started to ring as Jerry flew through the air and into the portable. The bell stopped as he landed inside the portable on his stomach. He got up, brushed himself off, then smiled at the teacher.
"You're late..." The teacher pounded her foot while crossing her arms; "You're supposed to be IN the classroom before the bell rings! Go get a tardy pass." The teacher then walked off to the front of the room.
Jerry stood in disbelief.
Ah well, so much for good Samaritans getting rewards, it must have been from the budget cuts. But even the best are sometimes late and have to be punished, the best I can tell ya Jer is, better luck next time... if there is a next time...
CREDITS PLAY.
Jerry waited in the guidance office searching through the magazines. He was seated in a row of blue chairs, only two others were sitting with Jerry. Both of them stared blankly at the wall in front, not even blinking. Jerry stopped to look at the two of them, but then stopped looking when the two turned their heads to look at Jerry. They went back to staring at the wall, and Jerry pulled out the newspaper.
Jerry skimmed through the paper then stopped at the sports section.
"Tampa Bay wins by two." Jerry quietly mumbled.
The two students heard what Jerry had said and looked at him. One of them broke the silence.
"Tampa Bay plays tonight." The one told Jerry.
"Oh, yeah I know that. I'm just saying..." Jerry replied.
"They never played last night... how could you know?"
"Well..." Jerry quickly came up with an excuse; "I'm reading last weeks paper. It was laying here on the stand, so I picked it up and was reading last weeks scores."
The two continued to stare at Jerry, then turned their heads away. Jerry began to skim the paper again. He then came across an article. 'BUS HITS CHILD'. Jerry started to read the article.
'Five year old Henry Lee was struck by a Hernando County public transportation bus yesterday morning around ten thirty. It happened around the Landoaks and Mariner crossroad. The child ran away from family and ran straight into the bus. Lee is in severe condition at Oak Hill and charges made on the county are pending...'
Jerry looked at his watch: 10:22 A.M.
"Oh no!"
The two guys looked at Jerry once again. Jerry looked back at them and came up with an excuse.
"Forgot my math homework." Jerry smiled as he got up and left the office.
Jerry ran across the school campus to the parking lot and onto the sidewalk. He ran down the side of the street heading for Landoaks Road. Jerry stopped at one of the crosswalks waiting for the walk light to flash. Jerry quickly looked at his watch: 10:27 A.M. The walk light blinked on and off and Jerry took off to get to the street.
Jerry finally came to the crossroad and stopped to look around. He panted as hard as he could as he looked. Jerry looked back at his watch: 10:31 A.M.
"Come on, come on. Where are ya?" Jerry looked back at the paper, then at the road. He saw the little boy, he was running towards him from the other side of the street.
"Hey, stop! Kid!" Jerry ran to meet up with the boy.
As Jerry ran, a bus came along and started to blare it's horn. Jerry grabbed the kid and threw him to the side, then Jerry jumped out the way. The bus went past and the kid was fine. The boy's parents came over to Jerry and Henry.
"Oh my goodness! Thank you very much!" The mother hugged the life out of Jerry.
"No... prob... lem..." Jerry struggled to say. The woman let go of Jerry and went over to Henry.
"What have I told you? Never run off like that or you'll get hurt! If it wasn't for this boy..." The mother looked back at Jerry to find him running down the road with the newspaper in his back pocket. "If it wasn't for Newspaper Boy over there, you'd be dead!"
Jerry ran down the road trying to get back to school. He looked at his watch as he ran: 10:35 A.M. Jerry kept running until he entered the school campus. Jerry slowed down then as he entered the building. Down the hall, to the left, and into the guidance office Jerry went. When Jerry entered the office, he quickly took a seat and started to pant once again. The two kids looked back at Jerry in mystery.
The attendance officer exited his office and went into the waiting room. "Jerry Carson."
Jerry, still out of breath, got up and went into the Officer's office.
"Werido..." One of the kids said.
"So, I heard that you've been having trouble getting to class on time, why..." The Officer noticed Jerry's shortness of breath. "Have you been running?"
"Bathroom." Jerry quickly replied. The Attendance Officer looked at Jerry.
"Anyway, it seems as though you've had about..." The Officer looked on his computer. "Twelve tardies... and five absences, now why is that?"
"Oh well, I uh... well... I've got stuff to do, and uh places to go, and things to... my mother is always late." Jerry lied.
"Late?"
"Yes! Late." Jerry replied.
"Well, I'll talk to your mother about that, but with all of your tardies, there must be a punishment."
"Punishment?"
"Yes, uh... the least is one week of two hour detentions."
"Detention?"
"Yes, you'll start Monday."
"Oh, well. I guess that that won't be that bad."
"But... any more tardies and there'll be worse than just detentions."
"Oh yes, no more! Thank you."
"I hope that I don't have to..."
"Oh no! You'll never see me again!" Jerry snatched the slip out of the Officer's hand, and left the office.
Jerry went into the waiting room, got his book bag, waved goodbye to the kids sitting in the chairs, and left the guidance.
"Werido!" The one kid quipped.
"Detention? A week?" Aimee asked Jerry when the two were sitting in the pizzeria after school.
"Yeah, but that's not what I'm worried about, it's the paper." Jerry responded.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm not sure yet. Probably nothing will happen in those two hours."
"And if it does?"
"Well then... I'll just have to think of something."
"Good luck with that."
Larry and Chris entered the pizzeria and sat down in the booth where Jerry and Aimee were.
"Good afternoon!" Larry smiled.
"What are you happy about?" Jerry asked.
"Tell him!" Larry told Chris.
"Okay, so listen... We just won five hundred big ones!"
"Ya hear that? Five hundred big ones off of the Cubs game the other night! And no newspaper!"
"The Cubs won a game?" Aimee asked.
"Oh yeah, like taking money from a baby!" Chris replied.
"That's candy! Candy from a baby." Larry corrected Chris.
"Who cares! We've got five hundred big ones!" Chris laughed.
"Good for you." Jerry sarcastically said.
"What's with you?" Larry asked. "Cat got your tongue?" Larry laughed.
"He's gotten detention for saving lives." Aimee told Larry.
"Well, bummer." Chris replied.
"Yeah, usually good Samaritans get plaques!" Larry said.
"Budget cuts." Jerry replied.
"Too bad we can't help ya, we would, but uh... we need to figure out where our brand new television is going to go!" Larry said.
"Television? I thought we were getting one of those new X-Boxes." Chris replied.
"X-Box? We said thirty two inch!"
"No! High quality gaming! Why do we need a stinking TV. when we've already got one."
"We need the television for better quality in picture! We've already got four gaming systems!"
"No! No! X-Box!"
"T.V.!"
Larry and Chris got up from the booth, and argued their way out of the pizzeria.
"Eh, TV." Jerry said.
"No way! X-Box!" Aimee responded.
Jerry looked at Aimee.
"What?" Aimee asked.
Days passed, and so did the nights.
"It's now six-thirty and it's going to be a stormy Monday here in the Tampa Bay Area. Speaking of stormy, here's Joni Mitchell on the Bay's number one..." Jerry turned off his alarm clock, and slowly got out of bed.
"Ya gotta be kidding me." Jerry said as he opened his bedroom door to see the newspaper and cat.
Jerry picked the paper up, and went into the kitchen. He then started to flip through it. After going through the paper, Jerry stopped to look at the cat.
"Thank you. I'm glad to see that you know that I'm not going to be around for two hours and... well thank you." Jerry put the paper down and went over to the refridgerator. Just then, Larry entered the kitchen.
"Good morning my friend! Isn't it such a beautiful day out?" Larry came in wearing high priced flash clothes.
Jerry went over to the window to see it pouring of rain outside. "It's raining." Jerry replied.
"Who cares? Look at me! I look like a million bucks!" Larry showed off.
Jerry went back over to the fridge. "You look like a jiggalo." Jerry grabbed the orange juice.
"And what's that supposed to mean? I spent big bucks on this, and I look good! You, my friend, need a little lesson in fashion, especially with those crappy flannels and jeans."
"Well I like the way I dress thank you, and I'd rather dress like the way I do rather than Deuce Biggalo."
"You just don't understand the power of money. Win a few bucks, then what I'm wearing then will seem like Pierce Brosnan on a bright and sunny day. Not some Rob Schneider character."
"Ah well, good for you."
Chris entered the kitchen wearing a high priced suit. "Morning! Whoever knew that you could look like a million bucks in a suit?" Chris went over to Larry. "Nice threads!" Chris shook Larry's hand.
"Don't we look like a million bucks, Jer?" Larry asked.
"You two look good together. Donald Trump on one side, and a male hooker on the other. Enjoy you're date." Jerry left the kitchen.
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning!" Larry yelled after Jerry.
Chris looked at Larry. "You do look like a jiggalo."
"Come on, let's get outta here!" Larry pushed Chris out of the house with him.
Jerry was walking the school hall with Aimee.
"They solved their money dilemma." Jerry told Aimee.
"I'm afraid to ask." Aimee replied.
"They decided to go out and buy clothes."
"Oh, really? That's not too bad."
"Oh yes it is." Jerry pointed to Larry and Chris who were coming their way.
"Oh my freakin'... they bought that?"
"Yup." Jerry replied.
"Where from, the Salvation Army, or that just for 'men' store down at the mall?" Aimee started to laugh.
"Morning!" Larry greeted.
Aimee looked at Larry, then started to laugh even harder.
"I look good for your information." Larry replied.
"Me too." Chris said.
"You look like... look like..." Aimee couldn't keep from laughing.
"I look like a million bucks!" Larry responded.
"Okay, sure..." As Aimee laughed, she held out her hand and moved it back and forth as though she was ringing a bell.
"Hey! Hey! I'm not a tinkerbell! I look like Fisher Stevens on a great day!"
"Whatever! I need to get to class, I'll... I'll... see you later!" Aimee left while still laughing.
"People have no respect for a nicely dressed man." Larry left.
"I'll see you later." Jerry told Chris as he left.
"No one wants to comment on the way I dress?" Chris asked.
"Nice butt, baby!" Chris turned around to see who had said that. He then left very quickly.
The day passed. The bell for the end of school had just rang, and Jerry was going to serve his first detention.
Jerry stopped at the room, then entered it to find the teacher. It was his teacher from third period!
"You're late!" The teacher yelled as she patted her foot up and down.
"I'm sorry, but I had to come from the..."
"Sit down!" The teacher yelled.
"Yes ma'am." Jerry took a seat at the front of the classroom. He then looked around to see two other people in the room, it was the two guys from the guidance office.
"This is detention! No talking, no writing, no reading, no drawing, no listening to music, no whispering, no origami, no eating, no drinking, no throwing things, no heavy breathing, no sleeping, no coughing, no... no... just follow those things and we'll all get through this without no problems at all!" The teacher stormed to the back of the room where the desk was, sat down, and started to read the newspaper.
"How nice." Jerry quietly whispered, he then stared at the clock. Watching minute after minute go by. Then, a noise broke the silence. MEOW! The sound of a cat echoed through the halls of the school.
The teacher heard the noise, put the paper down, and got up. "I hate cats!" She yelled as she ran into the hallway.
Jerry quickly took out the paper and started to flip through it. He then came to an article.
"Oh no!" Jerry said.
"Hey! You can't read!" The one kid yelled.
"Bite me!" Jerry yelled back, he then read the article.
'CHILD FALLS FROM BUILDING'.
'Late this afternoon, five year old Henry Lee fell from the terrace from his fourth floor home. He was rushed to the emergency room, but sustained a fatal injury and died on the operating table this evening.'
"Him again..." Jerry moaned as he quickly put the paper away. The teacher stormed back into the classroom.
"May I use the restroom?" Jerry asked.
"What? No! This is..." Jerry showed the teacher the newspaper. "Oh..." The teacher replied.
"Please?"
"Try not to be too long!" The teacher yelled as Jerry got up and ran out of the classroom.
Jerry ran out of the school, through the parking lot, and down the street toward the apartment complex. He ran with all he had. He ran through busy intersections, backyards of homes, and through a church yard sale. He then came to the complex.
"Where, where?" Jerry asked as he took out the paper. He skimmed the article to not find an address. "No address." Jerry started to look up and search for the boy. "Come on, come on!"
Jerry then saw a boy fall from a terrace. "No!" Jerry yelled
Jerry ran at full speed and then some to get to the falling boy. He dove underneath the boy and caught Henry. The boy started to cry. "No, no... you're okay." Jerry tried to calm the boy down.
The mother came running out of the apartment complex yelling and screaming for the boy.
"Henry! Henry!" She grabbed the boy and hugged him. Jerry slowly got off of the ground, his wrist was throbbing.
"Oh thank you, thank you." The woman cried to Jerry.
"No problem." Jerry replied.
The woman looked at Jerry. "You again. Oh my, how can I ever repay you? Come inside! I'll make you something to eat!" The woman insisted.
"No thank you, I really need to be heading back." Jerry replied.
"No, no! You've saved my boy twice. You must be awarded! Come on!"
"Another time!" Jerry said.
"How about lasagna?" The woman asked as she dragged Jerry upstairs.
Jerry had just finished eating the lasagna as the woman watched.
"Good?" She asked.
"The best!" Jerry smiled.
"How about thirds?"
Jerry looked at his watch, 5:15 P.M. He had missed an hour of detention.
"Um, I'm full. Even, I really need to be heading back."
"Then I'll give you some to go. Do you like cookies?"
Jerry entered the classroom about twenty minutes later carrying a brown paper bag.
"Where were you?" The teacher stormed up to Jerry. "I don't even want to know! You missed half of detention!"
"I have a bowel problem. When I go, I go..." Jerry made up.
"I don't want to hear it! I'm adding an extra week to your detention! Good night!" The teacher stormed out of the room.
"Hope you enjoy yourself!" Jerry yelled after her.
Jerry sat down at one of the desks and placed the paper on top of it. The cat then came in and jumped on top of it.
"Hey cat." Jerry stroked it. "What am I supposed to do now, huh? I've got kids falling off of terraces and teachers running around trying to knock my head off! Now, I'm probably never going to be able to get out of this classroom again for the next two weeks."
Meow.
"Thanks for the advice." Jerry got up from the seat and left the room.
"What am I going to do? I can't leave. I can't make up any excuse. She's never going to let me outta there ever again." Jerry told Aimee when they were sitting down at Jerry's kitchen table.
"I don't know what to tell you. Maybe you could... I don't know."
"Me neither. What if something happens tomorrow? How am I supposed to handle it?"
"I wish I could tell you. What if you get Larry to handle the paper?"
"Larry... how about you?" Jerry asked.
"Me? Nah."
"Come on Aim, all I need to do is give you the paper. That's all. Plus I trust you. I know you won't end up with the Mafia trying to kill you."
"Funny." Aimee replied.
"Two weeks, two hours a day. That's it. Please."
"Okay, fine! Two weeks, two hours. No more, no less."
"Thank you, thank you!"
Jerry went to hug Aimee.
"Don't..." Aimee responded.
"...Sorry." Jerry sat back down.
Night passed, morning passed. Afternoon was soon here.
Jerry was walking down the hall when he bumped into Larry who was wearing another flashy suit.
"Don't ya ever run out of these things?" Jerry asked.
"Got them all half off. Got like twenty of them."
"That's nice."
"Where you headed?" Larry asked.
"Ugh, detention."
"Good luck!" Larry left laughing.
Jerry started to walk down the hall again, he then bumped into Aimee.
"Anything?" Aimee asked.
"Not that I could see. Here you go, enjoy. Meet me back here in two." Jerry handed Aimee the paper.
"Okay! Good luck!" Aimee went off with the paper as Jerry entered the classroom.
Inside was the teacher from the other day and the two other guys.
"Late as usual!" The teacher yelled.
"Sorry. I was uh..."
"Sit down, shut up! And no bathroom breaks either!"
Jerry sat down at one of the front desks while the teacher sat down at the desk in the back.
"This is gonna be a long day..." Jerry told himself.
Aimee was walking down the street with the newspaper in her hand. She stopped, then flipped open to a page.
'ARMORED TRUCK CRASHES, MONEY FLIES EVERYWHERE'
"On Tuesday, an armored truck carrying ten thousand dollars was side swiped by a semi. The truck spun out of control and landed on it's side sending the bags of cash all over the street intersection. Police had to arrive to stop the melees that were occurring because of the money. The street was packed with motorists and pedestrians as they fought to grab the cash in the road. The armored truck driver and his assistant only had a few minor bruises."
"Money!" Aimee smiled.
Aimee started to walk down to the intersection where an armored car was waiting at the red light. She went over to the driver's side and knocked on the window.
"Just think Gary Hobson."
The drive pulled the window down.
"Yes?" The driver asked.
"Before you cross on the green light, could you stay put for five more seconds?" Aimee asked.
"Excuse me?" The driver asked.
"If you drive on the green, a big semi is going to hit you."
The driver looked at Aimee, then rolled up his window.
"It's the truth! You're going to be hit by a truck! Don't go!" Aimee ran in front of the armored truck. The driver rolled down his window.
"Hey lady! Move it! Or I'm calling the cops!" The driver then revved the engine up.
Aimee moved out of the way, and the driver took off. Then, smack! A semi smacked straight into the side of the armored truck, sending it spinning while money flew out. Aimee stood in amazement.
"How does Jerry do this?"
She then saw people running into the streets to get the money.
"This is going to be a very long day..." Aimee told herself.
"Money? And you never called me?" Larry asked Aimee as the two of them were talking in Jerry's kitchen.
"Oh yeah, right! I had time to run to a phone and call you!"
"You could have at least had picked some up!"
"I couldn't have! I had to leave! That drive was then suspicious of me!"
"Yeah, sure."
"He was!"
"Aghhh, you were there when it happened? How did you know?" Larry asked.
"Jerry gave me the paper..." Larry looked at Aimee. "Oops..."
"Jerry gave you the paper instead of me?" Larry asked.
"Well... yeah."
"Oh! What have I done? What have I done to make him not trust ME? His very, very best buddy in the whole wide world? What?"
"Well you did almost get the Mafia to kill all of us..." Aimee replied.
"That wasn't me! That was Chris! I never wanted to go to that stupid betting parlor! Chris made me!"
Jerry entered the kitchen, Larry got on his knees and went over to Jerry.
"What have I done for you not to trust me? What?" Larry asked, almost in fake tears.
"You told him, didn't you?" Jerry asked Aimee.
"Well... yeah."
Jerry looked at Larry who was climbing all over his pants.
"Get offa me, would ya?"
Larry got off of the floor, and shook himself off.
"But why? Aren't I your bestest bud in the whole wide world who is also going to be the best man at your wedding?"
"Best man?"
"Future speaking." Larry replied.
"Oh well."
"Yeah...but why?"
"Why? Let's see now! There was the Mafia time, all the times you wanted the sports... want me to go on?" Jerry asked.
"I know when I'm not wanted. I'm leaving now." Larry started to go for the door very slowly.
"What if, uh... Aimee and you both handle the paper?"
"Great idea! I'll see ya tomorrow!" Larry rushed out of the kitchen in excitement.
"Great, thank you. Now I have to have Elton John on my case all day. Thank you." Aimee left the house.
"You're very welcome!" Jerry replied.
The days passed, one by one.
"Good morning! Today's Thursday, and here's what's in sports for toda..."
Jerry arose from the bed.
"Today's Thursday! Only one more after this!" Jerry got up from his bed and opened the door and picked up the paper.
"One more cat! Then I'm free! And nothing's going to stop it!"
"It's almost been two weeks, one day left after this. It's a miracle! And haven't you run out of suits yet?" Jerry asked Larry as Aimee, Jerry, and Larry were walking down the hall.
"I have plenty of these things! You wanna try on one, one of these days?"
"No, no. It's okay, you wear them."
"Well, one day left, then this'll be all over!" Aimee smiled.
"Yup, here you go." Jerry handed her the paper.
"See ya later!" Larry and Aimee went off.
Jerry entered the classroom. The teacher was there again, patting her foot.
"Late again I see! Sit down, you know the drill."
Jerry sat down at a front desk and stared at the blackboard. He looked at the clock once in a while. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Soon, Jerry got into a rhythm of it and started to quietly sing.
'Tick tock, tick tock, time has come today. Young hearts can go their way.'
The teacher looked up from her newspaper at Jerry.
"Mister Carson! After almost two weeks, do you still not realize the meanings of detention?"
"Sorry ma'am."
Jerry looked at the board once again, he started to read over and over the one single math problem.
MEOW! The sound of a cat echoed throughout the halls and throughout the classroom.
The teacher put her paper down, and ran out into the hallway. Aimee entered the room.
"Aimee? What are you doing here?" Jerry quietly asked.
"You're teacher."
"What about her?"
"She's in the paper! She's going to die of a heart attack!"
"I wonder why."
"No time to be funny! We need to get her to the hospital!"
Jerry looked toward the doorway.
"And how exactly? She's never going to go!"
The teacher entered the room to find Aimee and Jerry talking.
"What are you doing here? The is NO TALKING! Now please, get out!" The teacher yelled.
"You need to go to the hospital, you're going to have a heart attack!" Aimee said.
"Who are you to threaten me? Get out or I'll call the police!"
"Really, you are." Jerry told the teacher.
"Who do you think you are!"
Aimee got up and grabbed the teacher.
"What are you doing?" Jerry asked.
"I'll drag her if I have to!" Aimee replied.
"No!" The teacher started to feel a pain in her left shoulder.
Come on lady!" Aimee yelled, but couldn't get the teacher to budge.
Jerry got up from the chair and saw a woman go by, it was the mother of Henry Lee. Jerry ran out to the mother.
"Oh my, you!" The mother hugged Jerry.
"We need your help!" Jerry replied.
"What is it?"
"The woman in there is about to have a fatal heart attack, but we she won't go to the hospital. We've been trying to pull her, but she won't move!"
"Let me help!" The mother barged into the classroom, and picked up the teacher as though she was a pillow.
"Put me down!" The teacher screamed.
"Let's go. It's the blue Chevy out front." The mother said as she threw Jerry the keys.
"She was very lucky that you had brought her in when you did. Any later and she would have died." The doctor explained to Jerry and Aimee.
"That's good to hear." Jerry replied.
"And she wants to see you." The doctor told Jerry.
"Me? Well, okay..."
Jerry followed the doctor into the room where the teacher was.
"You..." The teacher replied.
"Glad to see that you're doing well."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." Jerry replied.
"But why aren't you in detention?"
"Howzat?" Jerry looked at the teacher in confusion.
"I'm adding an extra week to your detention, maybe that'll teach you not to skip..."
Jerry looked at the teacher, then at the doctor.
"She wouldn't happen to remember what she just told me by next week, would she?" Jerry asked the doctor.
"Maybe so."
"Oh..." Jerry cautiously left the room.
The mother and Henry Lee were in the waiting room.
"How is she doing?" The mother asked Jerry.
"Fine, she's fine. And I just wanted to thank you."
"No! No! This still doesn't make up for what you have done for my son. Do you like chicken and rice? How about hot dogs?" The mother was asking as the three of them were walking out of the hospital.
"It's no..."
"What about a movie? Or maybe..."
TWO WEEKS LATER.
Jerry came out of the classroom where Larry and Aimee were waiting.
"Done, huh?" Larry asked.
"Yup, finally." Jerry replied.
"That's great. Here's your paper. And never, NEVER ask me to do this again!" Aimee threw the paper at Jerry, and walked away.
"Have a good night." Jerry replied.
"You know, I'm available if you..." Larry looked at Jerry's face.
"No, I don't think so."
"Oh..."
Jerry started to walk away.
"Aren't I your bestest bud? Huh?" Larry asked as he followed Jerry down the hall.
"You're not handling the paper."
"Come on! Come on! You can be my best man!"
Detention can be cruel, but it'll soon be over. After you survive that first hour, you'll be able to take on any boredom. Just one word of advice, don't try to read a newspaper that tells tomorrow's future while in detention, otherwise you'll just dig a hole deeper for yourself...
THE END... FOR NOW OF COURSE.
A/N: 'IHT' will be on hiatus for now, but catch the next episode December 24, 2005!