"Holy shit Peter. Holy shit," Flynn was just about peeing himself as he watched Aladdin get left behind through the bus's back window, "This was a bad idea," he slouched in the bus's newly cleaned seats.

Peter sharply turned his head. All he had to do was point at the girls sitting two rows above them.

"No it wasn't," he said grinning.

"You're right, you're right," Flynn rubbed his temples, "but we need a plan. Crap, this was what Aladdin was good at…"

"Calm down. I've got this. Maybe you don't know, but I'm a masterful liar,"

"Shut up you cocky prick," Flynn groaned, "Okay, how about foreign exchange students? From some weird country like Ukaniaslovia."

"As Aladdin would say: 'There are many things wrong with that statement.' And where is Ukaniaslovia?"

"Africa. What's your plan, genius?" Flynn rolled his eyes.

Peter slowly showed his classic evil smile.

"Here's what we're going to do,"

Being a secretary at a preppy white kid school and being paid minimum wage wasn't Hades's idea of the perfect job. The only way he was able to entertain himself from the sheer boredom was to ask the kids that were brought to the office obnoxious questions.

"So how much weed was it?"

"Do you think your mother will ever love you after this incident?"

"Oh my! Is that alcohol I smell?"

He was careful not to push it too much though. Countless times kids have threatened to have him sued, and it was not exactly a small possibility of him being fired. But the principal had kept his job for a specific reason.

Hades was a master interrogator.

In fact, he did most of the principal's job; the principal merely gave the lectures and punishments. So when two boys not dressed in uniform entered the office, he didn't expect to have met his match.

One was a ginger, with a ratty green t-shirt. He was thin, but had an angular yet round face; almost like a child's. He kept his head held high, and looked Hades straight in the eye.

"Good afternoon,"

"Whatever kid. Sit down,"

The second boy had wavy unkempt black and a little bit of a bad 5 o'clock shadow. He stayed quiet as he sat down in front of Hade's desk.

"So I see you're out of uniform. And it looks like you've got your clothes from the Salvation Army. I'm guessing you two are from Animation High?"

The kid with the beard's mouth dropped; and it looked as if he was about to object, but the ginger silenced him.

"Your jacket looks over worn and you have this job. I'm guessing you're underpaid?"

Hades tried not show that the remark faltered him. Who did this kid think he was? He cleared his throat.

"Touché, kid. But I pulled up the files on Animation High, and I saw Wavy Locks on the Baloo Bear baseball team. So try and tell me you aren't from Animation High School,"

Hades completely made this up, of course, but judging by the boys' reactions, he had guessed correctly.

"Actually, we are from Animation High," the red head said, "We've come to this school to write a compare and constant essay over the our spring break. My cousin told me that this school is really different from Animation High, different enough to fill eight pages. I asked my headmistress to call this school and ask if it was okay if my partner and I could spend a day here. I even have a letter,"

The red head handed the secretary a formal letter discussing the situation. Hades slipped over it, knowing it was legitimate due to the signature at the bottom of the page.

"Hmm… okay," Hades couldn't argue with formal letters. He took two passes from his desk and handed them to the boys, "don't loose them."

"Okay sir," the red head grinned, "we won't."

The boys stood up and quickly walked towards the door.

"Oh wait." Hades said.

"Yes?" Peter Pan turned his head.

"Who is your cousin anyway?"

Both of the boys' hearts' froze. Peter walked up to Hades's desk and leaned over, trying to look at names on the stack of exams. Peter looked at Hades with a straight face.

"Wendy Darling,"