(Disclaimer: I, MorphManiac, do not own the Trix Rabbit. DDGG and JAHS do not exist. These names are a product of my own imagination. Any relation to anyone, fiction or not, is completely coincidental. Although, I do apologize for your business/school having such a crappy name.)

Randolph stared in wonder at the big, brick building. This, he thought, is the answer to all my problems.

The sign above the building read as follows: "John Anthony High School."

Now, no one knows why Randolph thought of this or how it came to be that school would answer all his problems (in fact, school usually causes more problems than can be reckoned with). Scientists long after "the incident" have said that it had to do with Randolph's childhood. For some reason the author has withheld, this particular tale was not included in the original telling of his young life, but now many details have been made clear that could make this telling possible.

According to popular belief, Randolph was a pyromaniac. He always used to light candles late at night when everyone was sleeping, and he was always the one who added more wood to the fire when it was already blazing high. One day, Randolph went too far and set the barn on fire. The whole trial was blamed on a nearby radish, and all was forgotten. However, Randolph never forgot his pyromania, although it might have been pushed aside when his obsession with fruit began.

This brings the scientists to their next point: Randolph most likely decided to go to human school, where children took science, since where there is science there is normally . . .

. . .fire!

And therefore Randolph decided to go to school.

Understand? Good. Explain it to me.

Randolph, for he was a fairly smart rabbit when he wasn't obsessing, knew that he couldn't go to school looking like he did, since it was common knowledge among humans that cartoon rabbits didn't exist in the real life world, much less talked and went to school. Therefore, Randolph decided to implore an inexpensive costume shop for his options.

"Now," he thought, "I shall go into that inexpensive costume shop, Doodle's Disguises for Grinchy Guises, and buy something . . .inexpensive!" Needless to say, Randolph was somewhat repetitive. To prevent this story from doing the same, let us just quickly jump to the next scene.

"Hello, welcome to Doodle's Disguises for Grinch Guises, I'm Trudy, may I be of service?"

"Yes, you may!" Randolph answered. "I'm looking for some human clothes. I'd like to go to school."

Trudy had seen some weird things in her days at DDGG, but this was by far the weirdest. Who would want to go to school if they didn't have to? However, Trudy, not wishing to blow a sale, held her tongue and showed Randolph the latest fashions.

"It's called Velcro," she explained. "It rips right off. No more spending time to button buttons! Just pull it on, and SHAZAM! You're ready for some learning."

"I'll take the lot!" Randolph cried, and walked out of the shop victorious.

"TOMORROW," he cried to the street, "I GO TO SCHOOL!"

And while the street ignored him (as did the people on it), Randolph knew that tomorrow would be a brand new day. (A/N: That's how things happen in the world. Tomorrows become new days. Todays become yesterdays. Tomorrow never comes. Yes, it seems that Randolph would not exactly be starting on the right foot. Read on, noble and loyal reader!)

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(A/N 2: Well, that wasn't exactly more to read, was there? I'm thinking this will be done soon, maybe four more chapters and I'll be able to wrap it up. I'll be working on more of these older fics, to try to leave room for my "summer project." That will either be an original screenplay on fictionpress.com, or a Harry Potter fanfic. iAgain.i Maybe I'll get it right this time!)

(A/N 3: Please review!)