This is something that honestly smacked my upside the head, and I had to let it out for you all! Hope you enjoy it!
Jeff Tracy sighed as he stretched, his back cracking as he did so, and took a sip from his fresh brewed cup of coffee. Momentarily, he looked out the window in his office and his thoughts started to spin towards those of his youngest son.
He missed Alan.
They all did. The island was too quiet (even with Gordon here).
It was around 10 am, and he couldn't help but wonder what his baby was doing right now. No doubt sitting in a crowded classroom bored out of his mind.
The sky was a clear blue, the ocean underneath it acting like a perfect mirror. It was warm, but not hot, it was going to turn into a nice day today. The father of five sighed again and turned back to the pile of envelopes John had left on his desk this morning as he eldest (and only other) blonde child had come back from the main land and made his way back up to his room to try and catch a few more hours of shut eye (or much needed beauty sleep, as Alan would say, before he was thrown in the pool by a mockingly irate John), just thinking about the young blonde brought a small smile to his face.
Bill, Bill, Invoice, Tracy Inc Updates, another Invoice, Bill, Ads, Gordon's copy of Gamers Magazine, Letter from Alan's headmaster, another maga-Wait.
Jeff immediately searched through the pile of envelopes and found the one that stuck out to him. A letter from the Headmaster of Wharton Academy, while Jeff figured that he knew what it most likely said, he was still allowed to let himself be hopeful and think that it was a commendation for his sons outstanding achievements and progress.
He reached over and grabbed the letter opener and slowly broke the seal and removed the parcel from within. Unfolding the creased page, Jeff shook his head as he read (a small smile possibly growing on his face as he did).
Dear Mr. Jeff Tracy,
I wish I cold be the barer of good news, however I am sorry to inform you that this is a notification for your son's, Alan Tracy, suspension for the next week. I was notified by his algebra teacher Mrs. Simon that your son came to class on Tuesday acting very inappropriate and down right disruptive.
Alan stumbled into his class in what could only be described as a 'drunken stupor' and proceeded to slur out, and I quote, "I swear to drunk I'm not God!"
The teacher notified me of this suspicious behavior and blatant admittance of his partaking in underage drinking, as well as his usual disruptive nature in class, with a few of his others teachers coming to the same agreement.
Your son, it seems, was not through with his disruption for half way though the class in what is meant to be silent review time young Alan stood up and made his way to the front of the class and introduced him self very loudly to his entire class, and said, once again I quote, "Hi everybody, My name is Alan Tracy, and I have been an alcoholic for three years now", Mrs. Simon told him to go to my office immediately and to expect severe disciplinary action, Alan proceeded to look at her with a confused gaze and replied that he thought 'this class was Alcoholics Anonymous'.
I regret to inform you that action must be taken, and that here at Wharton's we do not tolerate such behaviors. Alan is suspended for the next week and may resume classes after the break with everyone else, We ask that you come and retrieve your son, as his suspension begins tomorrow.
I am sorry for any inconvenience this causes you, I understand that you are a very busy important man, and some kids seem to take advantage of their standing in society to act out and expect to get away with it.
If you have any questions/concerns, you may reach me at my office phone, which is on the bottom of this page.
Sincerely,
Headmaster George Lucas
Jeff shook his head, only Alan, only Alan. Well, at least some good things came out of this. Alan would get a longer break on the island, and this was most likely added to his friends and his gallery.
Chuckling under his breath at his sons antics, knowing that he should be angry that Alan had gotten himself suspended, but finding that the situation was funnier then he was meant to find it, Jeff Tracy didn't really care at the moment.
Reaching forward, he pushed a button on the comm and connected with the comm in Thunderbird One's silo, there was a brief moment before a voice responded. Only Scott (and maybe John, sometimes) would be awake with him at this hour.
"Dad? What's up?"
Jeff had to take a breath to get his chuckles under control, "Scooter, I need to go get your brother from school, he's gotten himself suspended ('Again' was muttered from the other line) and your to hold down the fort until I get back"
"Got it dad, and, go easy on the Sprout, he's just a kid"
Jeff chuckled, "Oh Scooter, your telling that to the wrong Tracy, alright I'm off. Let your brothers know where I've gone when they wake up, alright"
"Got it dad"
Was that exasperation he was hearing in Scott's voice?
"He said what?"
A little over half an hour after dad had left, the others had awoken. After seeing his dad's plane take to the air, Scott made his way up to his office and had found the letter from the headmaster of Wharton's on the desk, laying exactly where his dad had put it down before he had gotten up to go retrieve their juvenile delinquent.
John had come down only to hear his older brothers laughter in the office and went to investigate. When Scott handed him the letter, chuckles still shaking his body, John's laughter joined his only older brother's laughter.
Combined, the laughter of the eldest Tracy sons woke their younger brothers, who had come down to investigate for themselves much like John had a little under fifteen minutes earlier.
"I swear to drunk I'm not God!"
Gordon broke out into a round of giggles at Virgil's impersonation of Alan, and what the letter described him of sounding like on the occasion. Scott shook his head as he leaned back in their father's office chair and the computer flashed on sensing the motion (it was a new invention that Jeff was trying out for Brains) the elder Tracy son, looked over the screen and a lightly flashing tab caught his eye.
Reaching forward, he clicked on the tab and took in breath at what was there, what their dad had bookmarked on his computer.
It was a YouTube channel, with a new update to one of their video collections. Scott scrolled over and clicked on the playlist that was blinking, labeled 'Hilarious Ways to Get Detention' and was surprised to see an entire log of vidoes, all saying 'watched' in the corner.
But what really caught his attention was the familiar blonde boy in one of the stills for many of the videos.
"Hey guys, check it out!"
The others quickly surrounded their oldest brother around the computer, looking from the publisher's name to the playlist that Scott had selected. Gordon took a deep breath and gasped as he recognized the name.
These guys were legends.
"Guys! I can't believe that dad watches these guys, their absolute legends! The stuff they pull is absolute gold!"
"Gords, how did you know about them?"
"Allie, he told me about them during winter break. He said that I would really like it, and boy was he right!"
"Guys we gotta watch it, if they're as good as Gords and Alan say they are"
Nods were exchanged and moments later they found themselves seated in front of the television in the living room, choosing the option to 'play all' in the playlist, and taking seats around to watch.
"Is the thing on?"
"The red lights blinking you bimbo, so yes, tis on"
Was that Alan? Gordon and John frowned, but for two separate reasons. For Gordon was wondering what Alan was doing in the video with the legends of the pranking world as they knew it; as John was frowning because he was starting to form certain suspicions.
"We can't have the light blinking, people will see it and our escapade will be ruined."
Alan's face came into super close up and the camera shook slightly as he must have placed something over the blinking light on the small hand held video camera. He backed up and was joined by another boy, with an interesting shade of pink and purple hair.
"So, Jake, which one are we doing today?"
"Well my good man, we are doing the suggestion by FreetheFish02."
Alan bent over in laughter as Jake, the boy with the interesting shade of hair, stood in a way to formal to count as in any way formal posture. The camera was wrapped in somebodies hoodie as the camera man followed the two out of the dorm room and down the hall. Fermat joined them at the stairs with another boy.
"So, as it is, we are heading to first period geology with Mr. Burner. Nice guy in general, a little weird in the smelling area, but all around a well rounded person."
They all gathered in the class room and took to their seats, which, as it was noticed very quickly, were close to one another. The class itself started out as any class does in the morning. The teacher, a Mr. Burner, gave a lesson over some land mass or what not, questions were asked and hands were raised so answers could be given.
The elder Tracy boys were surprised to see Alan's hand shoot up quickly, for they had never known their youngest brother to participate in class, in fact, their dad was often getting notices about Alan's lack of participation in his classes.
The person holding the camera snickered behind a well concealing cough.
"M. Tracy? Do you know the answer?"
Alan either didn't hear the disbelief and doubt in the mans voice or chose to ignore it, as he nodded his head. And, in a voice dark and creepy, and very very frightening, replied to the teacher's question.
"You will die in seven days...," and then as if nothing happened, "The mountain range helps the land stay warmer on the other side."
The class and teacher looked at him with confused expressions.
"Alan Tracy, did you just threaten me?"
Alan shook his head, "You will die in seven days...Nope (he popped his 'p') I have no idea what you are talking about.. Are you ok Mr. Burner? You will die in seven days"
"Thats it Mr. Tracy, your joke is not funny, go to the headmasters office"
"But-You will die in seven days"
"NOW!"
Alan 'angrily' got up from his seat, and all eyes were so focused on him that no one noticed the kids laughing behind their coughing fits.
The video paused and the Tracy boys found themselves staring slack jawed at the screen, Gordon broke the silence by breaking out into a fit of laughter.
Another video was loading already by the time that Gordon got himself back under control once more.
This time the kids were in math class, going by the algebra problems written on the whiteboard.
Class must have been almost over,a s the teacher was passing out the days homework. She had put the paper down on Jake's desk, when the kid all of a sudden jumped up, outraged, screaming about the unfairness and unjustness of the forceful continuance of the class through having to do homework and how it was immoral and inhumane.
The algebra teacher watched as the kid took a deep breath and spun on his heel, marching right out of the classroom door.
The teacher stared after him for a moment, before she turned to try and apologize to the class and explain the homework to them.
However, before the teacher could get any words out, the door swung open and Jake returned looking strangely happy about something, Alan on his tail, in a T-Shirt Suit that had a tag on it that read 'This is my important shirt' and a brief case in his right hand.
Alan handed the teacher a piece of paper, and Jake crossed his arms excitedly.
"Madam, my client would like me to present to you his lawsuit"
The teacher's face became an unnatural shade of red, and she simply pointed at the door.
"Headmaster. Now"
Both boys walked out with a sort of sadness creeping upon their faces, however, it was assumed that it had nothing to do with either of the facts; that they had just been kicked out of class and most like into detention.
The four boys exchanged looks, shaking their heads.
Only Alan.
The next video was starting by the time they had all looked back at the screen.
The camera panned out to allow a view of the entire class standing around the fields, wearing the traditional gym garb of any normal high-school that housed kids all year around. Well most of the kids were wearing the uniform for the class, all except a certain few.
Fermat was wearing a shirt with the periodic table on it, 'Im Elemental' written in bright green writing across the top.
Alan was wearing a sports t-shirt that read 'Whartons Soccer Team' in bright red writing on the front, with 'Tracy' going down the left arm. He also had on an interesting shade of pink gym shorts. His too long blonde curls pulled up into two matching small pigtails.
Jake was no where to be seen, but it was assumed that he was the one behind the camera this time, as a boy with dark hair came wandering into focus, wearing matching neon orange shorts and shirt, his hands hand cuffed together as he made his way slowly towards the gym teacher standing near one of the picnic tables.
As if on cue, Alan and the other boy, Jake, stood up and jogged closer to their friend and the teacher. When they got close enough, the hand-cuffs broke out into a large grin as he turned to look at the camera and then back at their teacher.
"Sorry I'm late Coach McArther, I just had to break out of prison first"
The coach stared at them for a moment, his expression giving away his confusion, before without speaking a word he pointed back at the school. Alan smiled at his friend in the orange as he stepped forward and clapped him on the back good naturally.
"Looks like your going back to the slammer buddy!"
He groaned dramatically, his shoulders slumping.
"Guys these things are hilarious!"
Scott nodded his head at Gordon, he was a bit upset that it had become Alan's goal in life (for the moment) to try and come up with creative funny ways to get put in detention.
John's suspicions were proven as true after that last video. He remembered getting forms that had required his signature, but had never really put much thought into them before now. So this is what those forms were for, they were detention slips that Alan had sent to him in order to get a signature (Jeff had it set up that his adult sons could sign forms for Alan's school should he himself ever be unable to sign them) and not expect lots of questions about it.
He'd have to remember that.
The word 'Detention' stuck out like a sore thumb on the white board at the front of the class room. Alan was staring at the wall to his left, seemingly having a very in depth conversation with it.
Jake was trying, and failing, to balance a pencil on his nose. Either ignoring the glares the teacher was sending his way or not seeing them as they were sent.
The person behind the camera shuddered with suppressed laughter as they swung the thing back around to the only blonde in the room.
Alan was waving his hands, as if trying to explain something in irate detail to some invisible force sitting beside him, when he abruptly stopped, reached into his bag and pulled out the biggest book anyone had ever seen and placed it neatly on his desk.
Before he swung his hand back and smacked it as hard as he could onto the floor.
Creating a very large and very loud bang.
The teacher jumped up from her desk, staring at him in awe, clearly not expecting the action in the first place.
" !"
Alan's head suddenly snapped up, acting as if he had no idea what was happening, what had happened, and as if he were as innocent as a new born baby.
"Sorry! My imaginary friend did it! He was throwing a temper tantrum!"
All was silent for a mere moment, before Alan screamed as loud as he could and jumped up from his seat so hard that it pushed the chair backward, making it screech across the hard floor before completely falling over.
The teacher jumped once more, startled.
"Alan!"
"HE KILLED HIMSELF! HE'S DEAD!"
And so Alan broke out into sobs. Shaking over-dramatically with each one.
"So, you guys have found my channel?"
They had been so caught up in the video's they had missed their dad and Alan's return. But there they stood, Alan was smiling, and dad looked simply amused. Breaking away from Jeff's side, Alan walked across the room and sat down on his biggest brother's lap, using him as a makeshift chair, as he spun the chair back around and scrolled down through the video's claiming that he knew one that would crack them up.
Jeff shook his head, he was almost positive that he should be angry that his son had gotten suspended.
But, hearing the laughter of his sons as they watched the video on the screen, it was turning out harder to be mad then he had thought it would be.
Give it a few more hours to finally sink in, and then he'll get back to you on it.
Soo? Admittedly, I had done at least one of those, lol! Hope you enjoyed it!