Me: Yay! Chapter 3!
Finn: We're making fun of Alex Trebek. We're pretending he was mean to the contestants.
Me: For example…
Alex T.: So, Denise…
Denis: Umm, it's Denis.
Alex T.: Mmm… no. It's Denise.
Denis: But…
Alex T.: Also, the response 'top dog' was acceptable by the producers, but not by me. So, instead of gaining 400, you'll lose 400.
Denis: !
Chapter 3
Kat POV
"Death to the flying boy!" I sighed.
"Captain Hook, stop it. Peter Pan graduated last year," I told him.
"Evil flying boy!" he raced around the room until Wolverine caught his arm.
"Siddown," he growled. Captain Hook ran for his chair.
"Now," I said. A spider web flew out of the crowd of students and wrapped around me.
"Agh! Spiderman…" I began.
"Who's Spiderman? I am Peter Parker, a mild-mannered photographer!" he said innocently.
"Everyone knows that you are Spiderman, nutwad," Emmett Cullen informed him. Rosalie cut me loose.
"Thank you," I glared at Peter. The bell rang.
"Bye!" Einstein left a red apple on my desk. I picked it up and wondered if he got it from the evil witch from Snow White. I locked the door behind me and was heading back to my office when I saw Alfred the Potato being carried around by George the Redcoat.
"What are you doing?" I asked them. They normally didn't come out unless there was something wrong.
"We're looking for Finn," Alfred squeaked.
"You lost him? He was in my chair! You'd think he would stay there," I frowned. "Where have you looked?"
"We checked with Melvin and Mr. Brunner and the rest of the teachers. They hadn't seen him," George explained. I turned and saw Einstein chatting up Benjamin Franklin.
"Hey! Einstein!" Voldemort looked up.
"Not you! Real Einstein!" Voldemort frowned and walked away.
"Einstein!" I yelled. He looked up and raced up to me.
"Yes?"
"Have you seen Finn?"
"Oh…"
"Nothing more, nothing more. For my heart has turned into a sore. For she doesn't love me. Although I love she," Shakespeare said.
"Shut it," I said.
"I said that since E= Mc squared, he would be in the cafeteria," Einstein said.
"Oh," I said, though I didn't get it. "Silly me." I turned to George and Alfred.
"Did you check the cafeteria?"
"No…" Alfred squeaked.
"Then let's go!" I ran off towards the cafeteria, which I figured they were selling pizza. The second I stepped inside, I found him. He was laughing with Aphrodite, watching Frodo and Harry in spaghetti wars. And he wasn't stopping them. Why did I ever pick him to be the vice principal?
Finn POV
This. Is. Hilarious. Frodo and Harry had been shoving spaghetti in each other's faces for like an hour now. Aphrodite laughed with me.
"FINN WHITMAN!" a voice shrieked. Kat. And she didn't sound very happy. I tried to hide behind Aphrodite, but I failed.
"Get over here!" she grabbed the neck of my shirt and pulled me out of the cafeteria, leaving George and Alfred to take care of the messy 'Scarface' and 'Smelly Child'.
"What the tortilla is wrong with you?" she demanded, glaring at me.
"Umm… having fun?" I tried. She shook her head.
"No! You're the vice principal! The point is to stop the fights. Not lay back and eat pizza while watching them!" she whacked my arm.
"Ow!" I rubbed my arm.
"For now, you're fired."
"What?"
"You heard me," she put her hands on her hips.
"But what…"
"You can become one of our fellow students. Then see what it's like to be in a fight," she gave one last look at me before stalking down the hallway towards her office. Sheesh. If Shakira was here (sigh), she would start singing "She-Wolf" or something.
Me: Bad Finn. Tsk tsk.
Finn: That's fictional me! Not me me!
Me: Do you have a stutter?
Finn: No…
Me: Microsoft Word thinks so. See? It's underlined in red!
Finn: It also thought 'grr' wasn't a word.
Me: Club Penguin time!
Finn: Oh no.
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