The next evening Max had decided to walk to the grocery store, this was a far-out situation that he himself had concocted, he had bought five apples, four oranges, two bananas, two pineapples, and two bunches of grapes and a wicker basket.
When he got home, his mom was watching All My Chickens and his dad was at Mr. Crosswire's; he had went to his room neatly arranged the fruit in the basket he wrapped the basket in clear cellophane and tied a nice bow to close it. The extra pineapple was a spare to put on her desk at a later date.
Max then started writing some love notes on his own when he was reading some books on love poems, he didn't want any help from his classmates or anyone he knew because they would most likely ask him 'who are the notes for.'
These notes were precious as he wrote them; the next day he walked down to the classroom and put the notes and the fruit basket on the Mrs. Armstrong's desk unsigned of course. When Mrs. Armstrong got to the desk, she had read the notes and figured only one person would write them… or was dumb enough to… Buster Baxter, she looked at Buster, "Buster, can you please stop writing love notes to me? Or you won't be going on the field trip this afternoon."
Mrs. Armstrong took notice to the fruit basket.
"I didn't give you that!" Buster blushed, "And I didn't write them."
"You do know if you don't tell the truth, it will incriminate you even further, I remember when the first day I was here I seen you pass a note saying 'Mrs. Armstrong is hot."
Busters face was now beet red, however Max was snickering like crazy trying not to laugh at the poor rabbit boys expense. It was just too funny.
But it was also a good thing as well since Mrs. Armstrong knew other students were chuckling at Buster because of it, Max was safe because he didn't want to be incriminated against for having a crush on a teacher.
At recess, Buster walked up to Max, "Why were you almost laughing?"
"Because you love Mrs. Armstrong?"
Buster was slightly annoyed, "Cut that out; I know I didn't write the notes…"
Max smiled, "Buddy… you probably have a secret crush on her but are afraid to admit it?" He changed the topic to avoid some suspicion, "Is there a girl in class you like?"
Buster fumbled with the answer, "Fern? And you?"
Max had to think of an answer he couldn't say the teacher... No he wasn't going to because it would ruin him and knowing Buster he would tell everybody and due to the severity of the situation Max has going the tiger boy thought Mrs. Armstrong would have him institutionalized for it, so he just said a random girls name, "Muffy?"
Buster chuckled, "Don't get mixed up with her, she is bad news a bit demanding…"
D.W. overheard them talking, "You both really shouldn't be talking about other people, besides I will tell Fern and Muffy… wherever she is that you both love them so much."
Buster sighed as D.W. just couldn't mind her own business, he turned to Max, "Should we go somewhere else to talk?"
D.W. yelled at both as they walked away, "Don't walk away from me when I yell at you!"
Max sighed, he just ignored D.W. and went to see Prunella, he figure that she could know about love, "Prunella, I need help, there is someone I have a crush on, and I want to get them some chocolate, what should I get?"
Prunella smiled, "…Max, who is it? Fern, Sue Ellen, Jenna, Molly, Muffy…" she looked lustily into his blue eyes, "Myself?"
Max fumbled with a response he was kind of stuttering with the answer.
"If you don't tell who you have a crush on, I won't help."
Max needed to get some primo chocolate, he lied again… "Fern…"
Prunella was shocked, she didn't expect Fern to be the girl, "…Ok…"
Max was impatient, "Will you help me or not?"
"Sure, sure…" Prunella commented as she was still a bit shocked with a response.
In the afternoon on the school bus en route to the museum, Max was sitting with the other boys, Binky smiled at him, "Hey Max, somehow I think you have a crush on Mrs. Armstrong, but I dare you to touch her boobs."
"Touch her boobs?" Max asked in shock as he looked at the bulldog boy in some disgust; Binky wasn't bright, "That's assault brotha'…" he paused, and smiled, "Do you double dare me?"
"Yea."
Max walked up to the front of the bus, "Mrs. Armstrong are we almost there, I have to use the rest room."
"We won't be there for about 15 more minutes-" Mrs. Armstrong replied as Max did slip on to her successfully doing the dare, "Are you ok?"
"Yea."
"Return to your seat before you get hurt ok?" She then smiled at Max and added, "I double dare you…"
Max was shocked did she hear him talk about Binky's dare? And he returned to his seat, when Binky handed another dare, he pulled out his sandwich, "I dare you to throw my sandwich at the bus driver."
Max was thinking; he threw the bus at the bus driver and the bus driver lost control and crashed into a truck carrying nuclear waste.
Everyone was exposed to the waste; Mrs. Armstrong was out cold…
They managed to get out of the bus and were sent to the hospital for quick observation but were quickly discharged to their parents urging they were to be sent home, but they seemed to be fine despite the exposure to the nuclear waste.
Arthur looked warm while Muffy felt his forehead, "Wow you are hot!"
Arthur turned around and opened up his hand and blew fire.
Sue Ellen was shocked, "That was cool!" she did look a bit more muscular, she went to a nearby car and lifted it effortlessly, "Whoa, I can't believe I lifted the car." She lifted it over her head no problem.
Francine sighed, "Not really impressive… but how is this I will go and see what time it is at home and come back in a few minutes."
Francine ran almost as fast as the speed of sound and she came back seconds later.
The Brain seemed amazed, he was thinking he was looking at a boulder and had moved it with his mind; it had weighed about 500 pounds.
Buster was amazed, his asthma was catching up with him that he took a deep breath and seemed bloated, he took even more and was well inflating himself, and soon he let the air out, "That really isn't impressive…" he threw out his arm and he outstretched it as if his body were made out of rubber.
Binky sighed, he didn't have anything special but he looked at some common houseflies and oddly enough they went after Muffy she screamed as about 200 houseflies were chasing after her, "Where is Fern?"
"I am right here," Fern replied, but couldn't be seen, she tapped Binky on the shoulder and he jumped like 5 feet in the air and she appeared, "I guess I was invisible or something…"
Max couldn't see a thing… but his senses were extremely high, he musta lost his vision when the truck hit, he felt someone grabbing money from his pocket and grabbed the perpetrators hand, "Binky, stop taking my lunch money!"
George sighed, "Everyone has some special ability…" he walked away looking at Muffy and turned into her, "Who is the real Muffy now?"
Muffy shrieked. "Very funny…" George turned back, "I wonder what special ability I have…"
Mrs. Armstrong talked to the parents, "The children are my students, in a way I am their mother and I won't let you all take them..."
"Christine I think you hit your head a bit too hard when you were out cold, you were unconscious for a few hours," Mr. Read commented.
"Oh..."
"What is my special ability?" Muffy suddenly spontaneously combusted, all what was left of her was her clothes and ashes…
Max looked shocked as Binky looked at him and asked, "Aren't you going to do the dare?"
Max snapped back into reality, "Huh?"
"Oh nevermind…" Binky said as he took the sandwich back; he smiled, and he threw it at the overweight bear man bus driver who looked to have a mean streak, soon the bus driver yelled, "HEY!" Then he grumbled, "I will turn this damn bus around and I will end your precious field trip!"
They had made their way to the museum, and spent their time there for the whole afternoon.
After school Prunella was waiting for Max and they both went to the mall to a store that specifically sold chocolate, Max had bought a $7 box of chocolate, he could smell waft of chocolate that they were so fresh.
Meanwhile Max had a glib expression on his face; he couldn't wait to see the expression on his teachers face when he puts them on her desk. He walked home with Prunella, and hid the chocolates under his bed for the morning.
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Mrs. Armstrong bought the fruit basket home with her, Mr. Armstrong looked at it curiously, "Where did you get that from?"
Mrs. Armstrong smiled, "Someone left me some love notes and left a fruit basket on my desk…"
Mr. Armstrong chuckled, "Look's like someone has a secret admirer."
"Unfortunately, I think it might be Buster…"
"That is a bad thing I take…"
"Yea, I am starting to think his mom might have abused him physically… despite she well disappeared mysteriously… Days before her disappearance I noticed he had an unsightly bruise on his arm."
That evening Max had to baby-sit D.W. again, this time D.W. was really out of control, she was misbehaving when D.W. locked the door of her room.
"Come out!" Max Yelled.
"No!" D.W. laughed.
Max was out of ideas, he ran downstairs and moments later came back upstairs, "D.W. I got a call from the police station, they say that your parents are dead, they got in a horrific car accident and they need you to identify the bodies."
"Mom? Dad?" D.W. said in shock as she unlocked the door.
"Haha, fooled you!"
D.W. whispered, "(Bleep) you!"
"I am telling…" Max replied, as unluckily for D.W. , Mr. and Mrs. Read had heard her.
And of course she was sent to her room as her parents apologized to him for the trouble.
The next morning Max got up, he was smiling, he could hardly wait to get to school, he had hid the box of chocolate and the pineapple in his knapsack, and walked to school, and he had snuck into the classroom and put the chocolates and the pineapple on Mrs. Armstrong's desk.
When class began, she of course was shocked, someone left some fine chocolates and a pineapple for her, and she wondered whom, she put them in one of the drawers and she smiled, this had made her day like the day before with the fruit basket.
At recess she was mystified she didn't know who put them there, she looked at Mr. Ratburn, "Nigel, you know I am married, you didn't need to give these to me… or the fruit basket."
"I didn't."
She turned to Mr. Marco, "Mr. Marco?"
"Nope."
"Mr. Haney?"
"Not me."
Mrs. Sweetwater looked at her, "ooh, you got a secret admirer, how romantic…"
This wasn't something Mrs. Armstrong expected; to her it just seemed like a silly little crush, she knew one of the students must have done it, who else would it have been?
She went to class, Max was sitting there alone his head was on the desk, she had looked at him, "What's wrong?"
"I have something to say…" Max replied in a guilt ridden voice, she sat across from him and smiled, "I bought you the box of chocolates, the fruit basket and wrote the love notes…"
Mrs. Armstrong of course was shocked.
TBC
