Disclaimer: Allegedly Phil of the Future is owned by someone, some ones or something. I'm innocent, I tell ya.
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Yanoosh here. Chief, why are you never in your office? [BWWPPP] I'm here with the camera crew at the high school doing the fluff piece on their principal-for-a-day event, but I think there just might be a bigger story involved here. I can't find the lucky student. Sure, there are pictures of her everywhere I look. Statuettes, her own school currency - even video synopsis of her time in office as of, oh, 9:30, but no one knows where she is. On second thought, I believe they're just not talking. Not even the faculty. Yep, there's a story here, but I'm calling this a wash and packing it in. The whole story is simply lacking in visual grabbers for a broadcast, 'cept, of course, the effigy of the kid principal flying from the top of the flagpole. I wonder how they rigged it to kick and scream like that. That'd be a good hook for the story ... if it wasn't for the potty language it was spouting. Can't broadcast THAT on the news! The FCC would have our collective rear ends in a sling for certain. Aw, heck. Maybe this won't be a total loss if we can find that teacher who claimed to be attacked by a wild man last year and do a follow up. It's that, or swing by the petting zoo yet again. Somebody find me somebody in charge. This is a school, for Pete's sake. Some one must be running things, right?
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BEEP approaches its 100th chapter:
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A/N: That's no stuffed doll up on the flagpole, Mr. Ing. That's our recently deposed dictator for life, Principal Pim Diffy. First, H. G. Wells, then Egypt, then the world! MWAH-HA-HA! [KoFF] Sorry, that's usually Pim's line.