Strange ideals ran through Ron's head as he walked down the corridor to his next class. Why wait and put off things, now what did he want? A date to the Pickle Dance. His new practical mind told him to pick the girl that looked and smiled at him the most.
"Hi Tara" Ron said "do you have a date for the Pickle Dance?"
"Hi Ron" Tara smiled at Ron "Oh I don't go to that dance I'm allergic to onions, just the smell of those pickled onions makes me feel sick" even just the thought made her gag "but we could do something else"
Sometimes the most practical thing is a little bit of deceit
"Let's meet up here at the school" Ron told her "and wear your party dress I'll find a dance you can go to"
"Wow thanks Ron" Tara beamed at him "everyone else was going and now I won't be left out" and she kissed him on the cheek.
"Buh-yah!" He exclaimed as he walk into his class.
Ron was sure he would think of a way to get her into the Pickle Dance without being sick. After all a girl who throws up at the mere smell of a onion in a hall jam packed with pickled onions. What could possibly go wrong?
As he sat down beneath him a column of small rat driven tanks remorseless moved along the sewer.
At the same time on the road outside the High School all the troops that had been guarding the laboratory sped out of Middleton.
"Pentagon under attack! I repeat Pentagon under attack!" The force commander shouted into his radio "protect all 4 star generals danger imminent!"
If the entire high command of the United States armed forces was wiped out by the frenzied attack of armoured rats it wouldn't be because he hadn't warned them.
The generals were moved away from the large table they all sat around and the table was moved away. Not having been moved in decades. There under the centre of the table was a man hole cover marking the end of the Middleton sewer pipe. A circle of soldiers tensely pointed their guns at it.
At lunch break all the students had to wait outside the canteen.
"Listen up people" Steve Barkin shouted at the students "due to a wet floor slip injury I will be taking over cock roach extermination duties from our janitor"
One brave soul asked "Why does the canteen need spraying?"
"The weekly delivery of mystery meal aways comes with a few roaches" Barkin told them
There was a collective "urgh" from the students
"Whilst you wait there will be a pop quiz on food safety" Barkin told them "and you will be graded on it"
There was collected groan at this.
Ron looked at Barkin putting on his apron, gloves and gas mask ready to spray. Now he knew how he would get Tara into the dance.