Thursday morning, before school, Lisa walked through the halls of Bayside putting on her most charming smile. Her campaigning would end when the bell rang, but she wanted to secure a few more votes. She glanced over to see Ox and Screech chatting next to Screech's locker.
"Screech!" she called out in a loving voice. "Your hair looks great! And Ox! I just love that outfit! Sweats are so… so you!" she told him sweetly.
"Gee, thanks, Lisa!" Screech told her touching his curly, brown locks. Then, he leaned over closer as if telling her a secret, "But you don't have to worry. You've already got our votes for homecoming queen," he assured her. "Jessie got to us first!" he told her as Ox nodded in fear.
"Then, why am I wasting my time here?" Lisa asked sweetly through a dashing smile.
"Louise! I just love that nail polish!" she called out after the petite girl as she ran up to her and admired the pink color of her nails.
"Ok, Ox!" Slater announced as he entered the hallway and approached his football buddy. "Zack and I have been spreading the word that the party will be at 7:30 Friday night! Everybody knows!" he put his hands together pleased. "It'll be a blast!"
Ox trembled with excitement, "Oh, I can't wait! Say where's it gonna be?"
Slater looked at him in disbelief. "Your house, remember?" he reminded him with a small smile. "Your parents aren't going to be home…" he let the phrase linger.
"Oh," Ox nodded remembering as he hit himself in the head with his football making a duh motion.
"Listen, we'll meet at the Max at lunch and plan out the party!" Slater told Ox and Screech.
Ox ran off nodding in excitement.
"Great, I'll bring the water!" Screech told him taking initiative.
"Why?" Slater wondered.
"Because I'm the water boy, duh!" Screech informed.
At the Max, Slater and the rest of his senior football buds were gathered around a table. The size of their giant bodies made the table look way too small.
"Ok, guys," Slater spoke. At once their laughing, rough housing and talking stopped. "This is our last homecoming party!" He got low into the huddle of his teammates and clenched his fist and teeth. "Let's make it great!" he rallied them pumping his fist. The guys cheered.
"Alright, I was thinking," Slater trailed off filling his teammates in on his plan.
"Hey," Zack greeted the team interrupting their meeting. "How's the party planning going, guys?" Zack asked.
Ox looked up from his burger that he'd been munching the entire time Slater had been talking, a napkin bib around his neck. "What party?" he asked in confusion.
"Ug…" Slater dropped his head onto the table.
Zack gave Slater a few sympathetic pats on the back, "Good luck!"
Slater waved goodbye to him with his head still on the table. He lifted up his head and tried to focus his team one more time.
Jessie and Kelly flung open the door to the Max. Kelly stood on one side holding out an arm in the direction of the door, while Jessie stood on the other doing the same thing.
"Da, da, da, da da da!" Kelly made a royal bugle noise.
"Announcing your homecoming queen elect, her highness—Lisa Turtle!" Jessie cheered.
The students cheered as Lisa entered the room giving a royal wave. Kelly and Jessie scattered rose petals on the floor in front of her. "Thank you my loyal subjects!" she smiled, gave a small curtsy, and blew kisses.
"I got one! I got one, see!" Sylvester yelled as he grabbed the air from her kiss. He showed it to his friend Big Pete who nodded and smiled.
When, the girls approached the booth, Zack stood up and applauded. "Congratulations, Lisa!" he hugged her. "I bet you're excited to be crowned on Friday."
"You know me," she beamed. "I do so love being the center of attention!" she giggled as she slid into the booth next to him.
Kelly and Jessie giggled at her last comment as they slid across the booth from Zack and Lisa. As soon as they sat down, Slater grabbed his usual chair and joined them at the booth in a frantic state.
"I can't plan this party," he told them frustrated, "These guys have the combined IQ of an eggplant!"
The gang looked over to see Ox giving Screech a noogie, two of the other players hitting each other, and the others eating their food like starved animals.
They all turned back to each other and shook their heads. "Those guys are a bunch of animals! You might as well have a toga party!" Jessie shook her head in disapproval.
"Toga?" she heard the football players ask.
Suddenly, Ox stood up and chanted, "Toga! Toga!" The other football players joined him.
"Well, make sure your sheets are clean 'cause it looks like we'll be wearing them tomorrow night," Slater told the gang.