[I, MorphManiac, do not own Trix Rabbit or its affiliates. The following chapter is completely fictional. Although, if a white rabbit comes to your school dressed as a child begging for fruit, I would suggest getting a valid CAT scan.]
Randolph remembered.
"I must go to school!" he cried, and soon ran out the door. This followed running back into his apartment, because he had forgotten his supplies.
And, as the writer was about to go to the movie Paparazzi and didn't have a lot of time to write the following chapter, we will just skip to school.
Randolph walked into John Anthony High School with a feeling of pride.
"Hello, fellow classmates!" he yelled at the campus. Preps giggled, skaters continued skating and smoking oxygen, geeks discovered an alternative universe, jocks bulged muscles, and everyone else stared.
Randolph, however, was immune to this, because after this lovely statement he saw something just lovely.
Cereal, he thought. Fruity Cereal.
He walked, cool as you please, to the lunch ladies handing out the aforementioned cereal. He politely asked for some.
"Do you have any money, sweetie?" one of the lunch ladies (who was a man ) asked.
Randolph swallowed. "No..."
"Well, do you know your social security number? We can charge it to your account."
Randolph stated the last six digits of the number, and proceeded to be handed some cereal. He danced for joy. Finally, in all his years of waiting, he had obtained the fruit!"
Then someone pantsed him.
There was a gasp, and a silence. As we all know, cartoon characters don't seem to have...well...you know. And by taking off his pants, everyone saw that he didn't have...you know. Then, the rest of his Velcro outfit fell off.
"It's a rabbit!" a girl screamed.
The lunch lady-man grabbed the cereal. "Silly rabbit! Fruity Cereal isn't for you!"
"They get me every time," Randolph said sadly.
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