The next day at school, Max was shorter than Sue Ellen by a few inches, he had looked like he was a third grader, Sue Ellen had continued to freak out, this was going to be a long week, it was only Tuesday. Max looked like he was 8 years old. Sue Ellen of course was upset; she got into Fern's face
Mrs. Armstrong was annoyed with Sue Ellen she separated them both, it was rarely that she ever was as she was always a good student with good marks and good attendance; she wondered why the cat girl was lashing out like this for it was right in front of her; her mind couldn't accept what was happening, she was more worried about Sue Ellen's well being. She couldn't believe her about Max age regressing. There was absolutely no way she could believe her own daughter because in reality there was no such thing as age regression, it was in the form of magic, this had upset the poor cat girl.
"Mom!" Sue Ellen shrieked when she saw Max.
Mrs. Armstrong sighed and she grabbed Sue Ellen by the hand and took her out of the classroom, "Sue Ellen can you please not disrupt the class, I know Max is shorter than you I know it is probably some underlying condition that he is having; but please keep it to your self for now."
Sue Ellen chided her, "He looks like he is in the third grade! You don't even care! All you care about is everyone else! You don't even care about my wellbeing!"
Mrs. Armstrong sighed and interrupted her, "If there are any more outbursts like this from you, I want you to stay home tomorrow; you are obviously upset about something."
Sue Ellen was quite annoyed right now; her own mother didn't even care about what was happening…
They went back into the class, Sue Ellen felt even more miserable, and she was too upset to say anything to anyone because they would end up patronizing her and it would upset her even more.
Mrs. Armstrong had done the rounds passing out the tests… however there was a problem, Max didn't understand the math questions, he theoretically was 8 years old doing fifth grader work. This was a problem.
She had gone to get some third grade work for the 8 year old because he couldn't understand the fifth grade stuff.
Sue Ellen sighed sadly as she did her work, Max was age regressing, she was scared of what was going on right now. If she said anything she would get in trouble, if she didn't say anything, Max would be doomed.
Mrs. Armstrong sighed she didn't want to get rid of Max because he looked like a third grader, but many would question it and Max would most certainly object to be moved to a different class.
At recess Sue Ellen approached Fern in the hallway, "Why is Max age regressing?"
"I don't know…" Fern replied.
"That isn't a good enough answer, I seen too much horrible stuff go on, I am tired of all the lies and everything."
Within moments they had a physical confrontation, Max had split it up but Sue Ellen and Fern scratched Max in his arms and he was bleeding.
He had ran off holding his arms in pain as he was about to cry.
"Oops…" Both girls said nervously as they stopped in their tracks.
Max was almost crying and he had run into Mrs. Armstrong as she noticed the blood on his arms, "What happened?"
Max explained as he tried to stop the bleeding, "Fern and Sue Ellen were almost going to fight, I separated them."
Mrs. Armstrong sighed, it was going to be a long day for her, and she took him to the nurse's office to see if the nurse could help him, "I will give you some Band-Aids…"
She took him to the nurse's office, and the nurse had applied the bandages, "There we go…"
Mrs. Armstrong sighed sadly, "I am sorry for their behavior…"
Max was a bit remorseful, "You don't need to apologize about it…"
"Sue Ellen is my daughter, Fern is… or used to be her best friend, I know Sue Ellen is upset about something, I am considering on letting her stay home from school tomorrow, she obviously needs a few days rest."
At the Crosswire mansion, it was the early evening, Buck had canisters of sleeping gas. They all walked there as it was a block away from the mansion, "Here we are I see the Plymouth Barracuda, the Aston Marton, a 1969 Ford Mustang, and a 1970 Rolls Royce Phantom."
Reno had the gas masks, they put them on, as Buck threw the sleeping gas canisters, into the lot, and within moments everyone in the lot was asleep.
They had started the cars, Mr. Frensky, everyone else sans Mr. Frensky stayed and waited to drive his minivan to follow them, and he crossed the cars off the list and drove towards Teal County.
Moss knew this was going to be a smooth operation, because the officers at the cruise night were asleep.
They had drove to the warehouse, Mr. Davenport was impressed, "Four cars in one night, so you guys have 52 left, plus the million I expect brought here with the last car."
They had all said nothing and left, Mr. Frensky was beside himself, they were about an hours walking distance from home, he called Mr. Frensky on his cell, and he just arrived in two seconds, they got back to Elwood City; to Crosswire Motors to conduct their next heist.
Reno had been spending so much time with these guys that he hadn't noticed his son's problem, but he didn't want Francine to die, despite they were breaking the law, "Mr. Frensky what is your next plan of action?"
Mr. Crosswire interrupted him, "My neighbors have a bunch of luxury and sporty cars, we can knock 10 off late at night, but can anyone disable car alarms?"
Buck stepped up to the plate, "I think I can, but we need to look for more classic cars, we could start stealing cars in Rockwood as that place has about five of the classic ones, he wouldn't notice, because we can cheat a little."
There was a knock at the door, "Come in!" Mr. Crosswire yelled.
It was Mr. Freeman, "Evening gents, I want to know if you guys were involved in a certain incident at the diner."
Reno took to the floor, "Nope, we were here arguing if a 2002 BMW could win in a street race with a 2002 Dodge Viper."
"No, it can't the BMW is a luxury car, they aren't built for speed, the Dodge Viper is of one of the fastest cars around, it can even outrun police cars. If I hear of any rumors that you guys have been stealing cars, we are going downtown," Freeman stated and he had left.
They were surprised the operating went so smoothly, they expected police cars to go after them; they had expected one of the cars to be damaged during transit.
Mr. Read was meeting Mr. Ratburn at the coffee shop in the evening, they were both drinking coffee, "Mr. Armstrong isn't working, that's a good thing, he mustn't know about us."
"Sooner or later someone is going to find out, are you prepared to give an explanation to your wife yet?" Mr. Ratburn asked as if he were talking to one of his students.
Mr. Read lowered his head and said nothing.
"I see you haven't come up with anything yet."
Mr. Armstrong was watching them suspiciously, thinking
Mr. Read is spending a lot of time with Mr. Ratburn, he should get back to school the lunch break is nearly over.
The next day at school, Max now looked like he was seven years old, Sue Ellen ran to her mom she obviously was upset, Max was literally a second grader, all her mom said was, "I don't want to hear about it…" and she decided to take her daughter home; to get some much deserved rest.
Sue Ellen needed it, but she was still worried sick about Max.
Mrs. Armstrong went back to the school, she had taken notice of Max, and he had looked like a second grader, three years gone in three days.
He was wearing clothes suitable for his age.
Fern was denying any involvement as people were asking her, Prunella saw what happened; she had intervened, "Fern, can you please tell his parents what you did, Max is getting younger every day!"
"I can't…" Fern replied in a morose tone, "I don't want to get in trouble; I don't know what I did."
Mr. Kane overheard them both talking, "I bet I know."
They had walked to school, Max was playing with the second graders, he had no interest in hanging out with his friends at all, Mr. Kane had looked at him when a shocked look came on his clean shaven face, "Fern, I am picking up that you did a age regression curse on him, he is seven years old today, by next Tuesday, he will be one year old."
To Be Continued.
