They bring me a hallway janitor's cart and a tarp no bigger than a table cloth. No way to pack 'em all in. But I got to.
We start piling up the jocks on the cart but the tarp won't fit over all of 'em. No choice but to put my Mad Dog mascot uniform over Brick; head, paws and all.
Kim regards the foam leaking out of the mask. "Yeesh."
Then she turns to the cheerleaders. "Alright! Nobody talks to anyone about this. Nobody. Not parents, not your best friend, no one you hear me."
"Alright, Kim.", Marcella submits.
Ron takes the cart out into the hallway.
Standing outside, Tara is on her cell phone.
"Hey, Kim said 'no calls'.", Crystal reminded her.
"Come on. It's just my mom. I had to tell her something about why I'm coming home late.", Tara complains.
Crystal grimaces, then shrugs. "Alright, just don't say anything, okay?"
"Oh. Yeah.", Tara agrees. "Don't say nothin' to Kim, please. I don't want her to be mad."
Crystal nods, then walks away.