CHAPTER THREE

I realize the other chapter was a bit short, and there wasn't a lot of action, but I assure you it's coming, as well as a few surprises and twists.

It was 9:00 A.M. Friday morning and it was time for Mr. Crocker's test. He smiled evilly and looked at the class of 10 and 11 year olds.

"Well, class," said Crocker, "are you ready for the test. I trust you are." He turned to Timmy, and added, "With the exception of Turner whose middle name is fail and suck."

A.J. and Chester just rolled up their eyes. The class was just starting and already Denzel Crocker seemed to be picking at Timmy. A.J felt his temper rise; he hoped that Crocker would be fair to his friend, especially after all the hard work all three of them had done the night before, but it looked like Crocker was not going to have any mercy on Timmy.

For Timmy's part, he just remained quiet. A.J. could read his friend though. It may not be obvious, but this discouraged him. A.J. could see the look in his eyes.

A.J.'s thoughts were broken, however by the arrival of the principal.

"Mr. Crocker,"said Geraldine Waxelplax, "I need to have a word with you."

Crocker and Waxelplax stepped outside while Chester, A.J.,and Timmy gave each other curious glances. "Dude," said Chester, "What's going on?"

Timmy and A.J. shrugged their shoulders. Timmy looked down at his pink pencil and green eraser. He put his hand to the right side of his mouth. One might think he was talking to them. The mystery was at least partially solved by the sudden outburst from Crocker.

"What do you mean I'm to be shadowed by Bickle today. I'll have you know that I only fail people who deserve it"

"Crocker" Waxelplax said firmly, "we got a complaint on you this morning and they were questioning how fair you were to all the students"

"Which students?" said Crocker, he opened the door and looked right at Timmy, "or should I say student?"

"All you need to know is that we got an annonymous tip and we need to check it out."

"An annonymous tip?" Crocker shrieked, "why THAT could be only BE the work of.."

Chester shook his head, "Here it comes."

"FAIRY GODPARENTS!" as his body contorted in several different position.

Chris, a new student, who was sitting behind Timmy, tapped the pink hatted boy on the shoulder. Timmy turned around.

"Timmy, did I just see that dude's brain pop out of his skull."

Timmy shook his head. "I think it's just the shadows, or an optical illusion. Or Crocker's just weird."

"You're not helping yourself Crocker," said the principal, "the annonymous tip apparently read you well. It described you as that "loony tune Crackerpot".

A.J. looked up. Those words, "loony tune" and "Crackerpot". A.J. smiled. He knew where the annonymous tip came from. He smiled, "Thanks, Mom and Dad."

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The day ended on a good note. Crocker sulkily agreed to be shadowed by Bickle. A.J., of course, got an A. However, Chester got a C, and Timmy got a B.

"It's been a good day," said Timmy as the bus pulled up to his house and he got up from the seat that held his two other friends. "Don't forget, " he added we're leaving early tomorrow."

"Dude, we won't," said Chester , "it's gonna be an awesome weekend!"

"I know," said Timmy, as he walked, "and after everything that's happened I can honestly say without fear, What could possibly go wrong!"

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A figure, the same figure from last night, watched as Timmy left the bus and run to his house. He let out an evil chuckle. "Oh yes, Turner what could possibly go wrong. Let me answer by saying 'everything'!

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A.J. entered his house. His parents were there in the living room. "Hello, sweetie," his mother said. "How was your day?" his dad said. A.J. just smiled.

"I think you already know"

"Oh" his father said amused.

"Yes, Timmy got a B on his test. Crocker apparently was fair to him for a change." A.J. paused, "And I got help but wonder if it was because of that annonymous tip."

Mrs. Johnson smiled, "What annonymous tip?"

A.J. smiled even wider, "Just someone warning the principal about that "Loony Tune Crackerpot!"