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Don't know how to spell Eunas, so don't sue me.

Principle Willoughby paced back and forth in his office. He had held a grudge against Sheen ever since he played him as a fool. Sheen had tricked him into thinking that the school had a tanning salon, and for that he had a deep hatred for him and his gang. The staff wouldn't let him live it down, they poked fun at his idiocy, they mocked him for his gullibility, and they insulted him for his dim-wittedness. Willoughby straightened the hideous picture of his sister, Eunas.

"Hmm…. What to do, what to do…." He thought aloud. Suddenly, a wonderful idea came to him. He pulled out a piece of paper along with a pen and started to scribble down Plan 56. The alphabet had ran out ages ago. He wrote half of a page, but then crumpled up into a small wad, and tossed it into the overloaded trash can.

He automatically checked the attendance, nothing abnormal except for two students, Cindy and Libby were absent. An idea came to mind, no mischief had happened today. With Sheen, Carl, and Jimmy around, something had to happen. Plus, Libby and Cindy had never missed a day of school in their lives! Mr. Willoughby raced out of his office to Miss. Fowel's class. He saw everyone there except for Cindy and Libby. He figured he'd question Jimmy as to why Cindy and Libby were gone.

"Hello class, I have a few announcements!" Mr. Willoughby said.

"D U+T divided by 79 times h water particles!" exclaimed Jimmy.

"Jimmy, I need to talk to you outside of class alright." Principle Willoughby said as he gently pushed Jimmy, but was surprised when his hand went right through him!

"AHA!" He exclaimed. "Jimmy, Carl, and Sheen aren't here at all! They're ditching school, and they somehow roped Cindy and Libby in with this! I'm not going to let you get the better of me this time!"

He ran as fast as an overweight forty year old man could run to his tiny office. "I'm not calling their parents; I'm going to get them myself!" He stated. He was going to prove that he wasn't as dumb as he looked! Then suddenly, the recess bell rang, and he was ambushed by students with warrior like stripes drawn on their faces, and ropes in their hands.

"Tie him up!" Commanded Brittany. The crazed students attacked and roped his wrists and ankles, and when he attempted to scream, Butch stuffed an old, disgusting gym sock in his mouth, and secured it with duct tape.

"NOW!" Brittany continued. "Carry him to the bus!" She grabbed the keys that were hanging on a white hook and tossed them over to Butch.

"You drive."

"Yes!" Butch yelled as he got into the drivers seat. "Now what do I do?"

"Maybe that's not the best idea…." She muttered and then barked "Place our prisoner in the trunk and secure him so he doesn't roll!" The other students did as she commanded. When they were done, she then told Butch "Get going!" Butch slammed on the gas and started driving. Though it was more like dodging cars and pedestrians to him.

Brittany thought back to when Mr. Willoughby ran out of the room.

Flashback

"Whoa, dude, what was that all about?" Nick questioned as leaned back in his chair. Brittany's mind was whirling. She knew she had to take action. She leaped on top of her desk.

"FELLOW CLASSMATES!" She yelled, capturing everyone's attention. "As we all know by now, Jimmy, Carl, Sheen, Cindy, and Libby skipped school. Does anyone know why?" Missah meekly raised her hand.

"Yes Missah?"

"Well, uh, I overheard them talking about how they'd like to be the first to ride the new rollercoaster." Missah quietly replied.

"That's probably where they are!" Exclaimed Brittany. Now we all know that sometimes, alright all the time, get us into some crazy adventure. And they always manage to get us out. But more importantly, THEY DIDN'T TAKE US!"

"Yeah!" "Amen!" "You go girl!" The class replied.

"We've got to get to Retro Land, and I've got the perfect plan…"

"Two problems," A classmate explained. "One, Ms. Fowl just heard everything we said, and two, how are we going to get the keys to the bus?"

"Leave that to me…." Brittany said.

A little while later, Brittany walked up to Ms. Fowl with a poorly written note. "Ms. Fowl, Principle Willoughby wanted me to give this to you."

"Dear my Lovely Fowl," Ms. Fowl read aloud. "Let the children go to Retro Land, and I will take you out to dinner. With lots of ooey, gooey, smushy, gushey love, Principle Willoughby."

"Well students, I have to get ready for my da-a-a-a-te! You may go now."

The children quickly made makeshift ropes, and drew stripes on their faces. They were on a mission.

Brittany was suddenly brought to the present by another near death experience.

"We're here!" Butch called from the front.

Many cheers could be heard from the bus as they all scrambled to get out before Butch parked the car.