May, a month of MADAM Mayhem 3 ! ! !

Friday May 9th 7:35 am:
“Do you think Suzy Moo Chew is gonna get busted with gum today?” Jarred asked Stephen on their walk to school. “Definitely! I just hope she has to put it on her nose like we had to last week.” He answered. Jarred was kicking a tin can down the street. He had been kicking it for the whole week, to and from school. On Tuesday he gave a short thought to setting a world record, but quickly let it go when Stephen belched ‘Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers’. Stephen was smacking dandelions with a stick like they were golf balls. “Shhhhhhhhmack. And the ball goes long. Oooooo, too bad. Right into a sand trap.” He said commentating each shot. He looked down, planted his feet, wiggled his butt, drew back his club, struck the flower head, followed through, and looked up and…..”Awe man!!! Look!” He said pointing over toward Daniel Street. “Awe Puke-a-zoid!” Jarred acknowledged. “What’s “the BLOB” doing so far out of their way and routine?” Jarred asked shaking his head in wonderment as he pulled his foot back to kick his can again. Stephen answered “Did you forget already? Suzanne joined the club. All their initials add up to monsters, but it spells Trouble for us.” The boys just looked away and continued on toward school.

Friday May 9th 7:43 am:
Little did the boys know, “the BOB” (I like the BLOB better) was making ground coming up from behind. Shhhhhmack and Kick and Shhhhhhmack and Kick and “Hey Boys!” Suzanne said with a shreek in her voice. “We’re on our way to school, so lets do some MATH. Waddaya say?! One Stick plus One Can plus two nose picking sissy boys equallllllls?!? AAAAAAANT, times up. It’s four” The boys looked at Suzanne with the eyes of someone wishing they had a mud pie ready to throw. Suzanne continued “Now four…that would be either your IQ, or the number of times you’ll be divorced before your 30.” GASP! Huh!?! Gasp! gAsP! Everyone gasped. “DIVORCE!?” WHAT? HUH? That word just wasn’t a part of the vocabulary of Gruberville. People just stuck together through the tough times. Not one of the kids standing there could remember anyone getting a divorce since they were born. And it just seemed like a dirty word to most people. “What’d I say?” Suzanne asked shyly, like a fox knocking on the door to the hen house. Nobody said a word. The boys just turned back around and headed to school once again.

Friday May 9th 7:50 am:
Slamming their locker doors simultaneously, the boy’s turn and see Mrs. Stintenhutt heading toward the Principles office. He was a veteran and was going to be a part of today’s history lesson and all the schools up coming activities leading up to the Memorial Day festivities later this month. But now, standing in the door way blocking Stephen and Jarred from getting in, Suzanne started talking real sweet. “You know boys, my dad is having a swimming pool and game room put in at our house. You could come over sometime.” “Really?” Stephen happily asked. “What’s the catch?” Jarred interjected. Stephen tended to be more of the optimist, while Jarred’s pessimistic side usually balanced it out. Good thing too, usually. “There’s no catch. Did you boys see that ugly green dress that Mrs. Stinky…..what is that silly name you funny boys call her?” Finally, someone appreciates their humor. “Stinkybutt!” they replied together. “And that will be two days detention for you two boys.” Mr. Fricklemier said from behind. The boys jumped and jerked around to see their teacher and principle standing right behind them. “We uh,………ya see, Suz uh,….she uh……well she was uh….” The boys stuttered and stammered around their tongues. “That will be enough.” Mrs. Stintenhutt said. The boys turned again to see that Suzanne was long gone and now at her desk sitting ever so quietly with her hands clasped together and a slightly evil grin on her lips. “That Bi….”
“Stephen Myers! You watch your mouth young man.” Stintenhutt interupeted. “But I wasn’t gonna…” he tried to defend. “You two just go sit down at your desks.” She finished. The boys glared at Suzanne as they sat down. ‘The BOB’, that was in the room, all snickered, and the rest al the class just looked dazed and confused. Suzanne had been setting the boys up the whole time. She tricked them, and it wasn’t going to be the last time………

Henry the Dog.