As the Cooper gang walked outside, they noticed that no construction workers were there.
"Where is everybody?" Sly asked.
"Maybe they all gave up." Murray suggested.
"But why?" Bentley said. "This just doesn't make any- AARRGHH!" he screamed as they all fell down a hole.The ground crumbled around Sly and Murray and they fell down as well. At the bottom of the hole was a massive door with a sign that read "BOMB SAFE".
"What is this place?" Murray asked as he slowly got to his feet.
"Hmmm. It looks like that old bomb shelter I used to hide in before I met you guys." Bentley said as he got up.
"We don't have time for this," Sly groaned. "Bentley! How do we get out of here?"
"Let's see, if we go through that tunnel. It should only be about three hours before we are out of here."
"You know, this place reminds me of Mrs. Rye." Murray said. "You know, all old and stuff."
"How can you think of book reports at a time like this?" Sly snapped angrily at Murray.
"I never said anything about book reports." Murray responded.
"Yeah, and I did." Sly said sarcastically.
"You did!" Murray shouted.
"We have a lot of time to pass." Bentley said.
"Hey, I'm gonna tell you guys a story of 3 awesome book reports that-" Murray began.
"If anybody knows anything about book reports, it's me." Sly interupted. "So I'll tell this story. It starts like this."
Bentley was sitting in his desk twiddling his thumbs."Ohhhhh,what am I gonna get for my book report?",he thought.The teacher was handing the student's papers out."Oh no I'm next..." The teacher handed Bentley his paper face down. He flipped it over.It read:A minus. "NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he yelled to the sky.Bentley fell out of bed, drenched with sweat."Just a dream,Bentley-boy,just a dream."he whispered to himself.
Every year, the second-graders had to give a book report about a book they had chosen themselves. Sly hadn't chosen his book even on the day he had to give his report. Sly looked through the orphanage toy-chest.
"Where are all the books at?"Sly thought as he threw random toys out."No use."He looked to the night stand next to his bed.The Thievious Racoonus was sitting on top."Hey there's a good book.I'll just tell everyone that it's not a real thief book...even though it is!"He grabbed it.
"Hey Sly!" Bentley yelled. "You'll miss the bus,hurry up!"
"Jeez.Keep your shell on!",Sly yelled back as he put the Thievious Racoonus in his back-pack.He ran outside to a line of kids waiting for the bus.He waited behind Bentley as they went into the bus.They sat next to Murray at the back of the bus.
"So Murray."Bentley began."What did you do your book report on?"
"Book report? I wrote my own." Murray said pulling out a notebook. "It's called the Adventures of Mr.Pizza."
"Murray.You're supposed to write a paper about a REAL book." Bentley said,disgusted.
"But this is a real book.It exists.I made it." Murray said proudly.
"Forget you,how about your report, Sly?" Bentley asked."How's your paper coming along?"
"Whaddya mean paper?" Sly asked, confused.
"You have to write a one-page essay about your book AND give a oral report about it TODAY." Bentley explained.
"Oh, oh I knew that." Sly mumbled, and pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil and began scribbling furiously.
"Uh-uh huh huh. You guys are stupid." the all-too-familiar voice of Bernard said in front of them.
"Yeah, you guys are STUPID. Heh heh heh heh." Bernard's companion Frankie said.
"Shut up you guys. You're like, 14 years old and you're still in second grade." Bentley said.
"Uhhh..." Bernard said.
"Uhhh..." Frankie said.
"You guys are stupid. Uh-huh huh huh huh huh." Bernard said.
"Heh heh.That turtle or whatever probably wets the bed." Frankie snickered.
"Shut up!",Bentley said with tears in his eyes,
"Uhhhh.Bed-wetter,bed-wetter.",Bernard taunted."Uh-huh-huh.Whaddya think about that ,pokey?" he said as he poked Murray.
"Stop it!",Murray whined.
"You idiots cut it out.",Sly said as he contiued to write,"Why don't you grow some brains so you can think?"
"Heh-heh,"Frankie snickered louder. "Uhhhhhh...No,you stupid rat.Heh-heh-heh-heh."
Before Sly could fire back,the bus driver heard the argument.
"How 'bout you kids stop fightin' before I come over there!",he shouted as he stood up.
"Uhhhhh,how about you shut up,butt-wipe.",Bernard said,laughing at his own joke.
By that time the bus had reached the school. All the kids ran inside and went to their lockers.
Mrs. Rye was the English teacher at the school. She didn't like anyone, and she hated people who didn't finish their work.
"You stupid kids better remember;If you fail this class, you fail at life."she said,causing one kid to cry."Okay,Joshy, you're up."
Joshy went up to the front of the class."Alright.M-m-my b-b-b-b-b-book report i-i-i..."He looked at all the eyes gazing at him.He swallowed hard."it's about the life of Millard Fillmore,a U.S. president-"
"Next.",Mrs. Rye said,checking Joshy off her list.
"B-b-b-but."Joshy started
"Stuttering only brings your grade down.",she handed him a paper."F minus.Enjoy.Bernard and Frankie get up here!"
Bernard and Frankie came up.They didn't do anything.
"Ahem.",Mrs. Rye said.
"Uhhhh..ahem.Uh-huh-huh."Bernard mocked."You're stupid."
"Boys,where is your book report?",Mrs. Rye asked.
"Heh-heh-heh.Yeah...What's a book anyway?" Frankie said,confused.
"F minus.You're done."she said as she handed them a grade."And you got detention,so go to the In-School-Suspension room."
"Cool."Frankie snickered."Detention rules!"
They walked out the door.
"Next is Murray."Mrs. Rye said as she looked down her list.
"Okay, for my story, I picked this book. It's called The Adventures of Mr. Pizza," Murray explained, showing the class a crudely drawn picture of a pizza with lines for arms and no legs.
"I'm interested," Mrs. Rye said. "Keep going."
"Well, he has to stop the bad guy named Dr. Destruct-O-Curtus from eating all of the planet Box's supply of ultra-cheese, the prime ingedient in SUPER PIZZAS, which Mr. Pizza is. If he doesn't, he has no friends."
"D minus for inability to choose a good book. Enjoy." Mrs. Rye said as she handed Murray his grade. Murray went back to his desk and started banging his head on the desk.
"Next up is Bentley." Mrs. Rye said, bored. Bentley walked up to the front of the room.
"Hello, everyone. For my book report I have chosen 'Calculus Knowledge Adventure' and its about-" he began.
"F. This is English class. Not math. Enjoy your grade." Mrs. Rye interupted.
Bentley walked to his desk and began sobbing uncontrollably. "How could I get anything lower than 100. How." he moaned.
"Next up is Sly." she said as Sly finished writing his paper. He ran up to the front of the room.
"Alright,my book is the bestest of the best.",Sly said as he pulled out the Thievious Racoonus."It's called the-"
"Strange picture book,Sly.",Mrs. Rye said,slighly interested."Let's see some pictures."
"Picture book?" Sly thought."I'll show her 'picture book'."
Sly opened up the Thievious Racoonus to show nothing in it. No pictures or pages.
"Sly,this is by far the worst book report I've seen in my 2 years of teaching."Mrs. Rye said as she scribbled in her grade book."Normally I'd give an F minus...but you have reached a new level.I give you... a Z minus.That's negative percents by the way."
Sly stared at his grade."Heh-heh-heh.That's a good one.What's my real grade?",Sly said,sweating.
"Sarcasm only hurts your grade more.MUCH more."she said changing his grade."Now you have detention."
"You can't do that!" Bentley protested."He just forgot a book! It's not like he's a criminal."
"You and the crying hippo have detention now."she said."So...GO!"
The three left the classroom.
"Forget this."Sly said angrily."Let's just leave."
"Heh-heh. We got 6 months of detention." Sly finished.
"Well, that took up a good twelve minutes." Bentley said, looking at his watch.
What could possibly happen now? Find out next time.