During Band the Day Before Spring Break

1:00 AM – Friday
-Thompson Junior High-

Slowly, without making any sound, the left door to the bottom first tuba locker opened. A short, red haired man crept out. He stood in the back of the room, then straightened his suit. Then the man walked over tot the bass drum, and wheeled it over to the back door of the band room. He then, turned the drum horizontally and took out some doughnuts from his coat. The man pulled up a chair and started to feast. The man’s name was Alberto.
About an hour later, there was a knock on the back door. Alberto sat up and opened it. A tall man with gray hair and pointy nose walked in. Behind him were too men dressed as plumbers.
"Hetty! Little late, don’t you think?" Hetty looked around the room.
"Yes, I suppose so, had a little trouble in Moscow, almost got caught by the cops."
‘Moscow? What kind o’ business ya do’in there Hetty?"
"It’s none of your business Alberto, now go over to the door and make sure the coast is clear. IF it isn’t, shoot whoever is out there. Got it? I’m a little behind schedule. We’ve got 3 hours before we have to leave. Now move it!!" The four men tiptoed over to the front door of the band room leading into the hall. They looked both ways and saw no one.


8:01 Friday
Jake Berry was running through the hall. It was already 8:01 and he wasn’t in homeroom yet. The teacher would never believe if he told her why either. For some reason, gun had gotten stuck in the area of the locker where you do your combo. Even if the teacher did believe him, he would get in trouble for chewing gum in school. The thing was, he didn’t put any gum there! Jake walked through the door of his homeroom class. I can’t tell you which class it is because the information is secret. Anyway, he walked through the door and looked around. The class was empty except for a tall man with purple hair and a red clown nose who was sitting at the teacher’s desk eating a pop tart.
"Jake!! Buddy, pal, we thought you were absent! Everybody left, didn’t you hear, you were supposed to arrive an hour early to class because everybody was going to go to visit a cow farm in Wisconsin. Ah, You just missed them."
"Cow Farm?"
"Yeah, you must’ve been on e of the kids who left class yesterday right after the bell rang. The teacher was still passing out the forms." Said the man taking another bite from his pop tart. Crumbs fell from his mouth onto the teacher’s desk.
"Ok, I’ve got that part now. Now, one more thing, who, may I ask, are you?"
"Me, Why I’m your long lost Uncle He-----"
"Don’t tell me, Our my long lost uncle Hetty, right?"
"No, I’m Hob Howdy, I’m supposed to look over the class room. However, If you want, I could drive you up to the cow farm. They just left so we should both arrive about the same time. I know a shortcut."
"A Shortcut?"
"Yeah, how ‘bout it? I’ve got my truck parked out side."
‘Well, Ok, but make sure you drive slowly. I get carsick sometimes."
"Deal!" Said hob as they both walked out of the room and out the backside door.
Hmmm, I think this reminds of this one book I read. I don’t remember the title, but it about this kid who leaves school with this one guy and they both jump in a car. I think they were going to a vet. That’s pretty much all I remember, oh yeah, at the end, the guy kills the boy. I’m not sure why this event reminds me of that book. This is nothing like it. The guy in the book’s hair was gray...and he had a beard.
Hob’s truck was bright green with a picture of a walrus on the side. Underneath the picture, it said Walrus Industries. Jake climbed into the truck and sat sown. HE started thinking, a trip to a cow farm? How was it possible that he didn’t know anything about this trip until today. How was t that the teacher hadn’t told the class earlier than just yesterday? What if somebody had been absent on Thursday? Something was fishy about this man. Oh well, Jake would soon be safe with his class and teacher at the cow farm. There was a long drive ahead of him, might as well take a little snooze. Doesn’t snooze remind you Hippopotamuses? If it does, I think you might want to see a phyciatrist or a different type of doctor. Snooze and hippo have nothing in common what so ever. I also suggest that if your snot is red white and blue, you definitely should see a doctor. Having patriotic snot isn’t a good sign.

8:45 Thompson Junior High


"Burp!"
"Shut up, we’re supposed t be quiet, jeez."
"Sorry, it’s not my fault ate to many doughnuts last night."
"Not your fault, okay, whose fault is it that you ate to many doughnuts?"
"It’s Dunkin’s fault"
"Dunkin?"
"Yeah, you know, the founder of Dunkin Doughnuts,"
"What?! How on earth is it his fault?"
"The doughnuts at his shop were to cheap so I just couldn’t help but to buy more."
"Idiot" The two men stopped just outside the band room. They walked over to one of the lockers and one of them took out a piece of crumpled paper.
"Okay, according tot his, first you pull n the black turny thing."
"Hmmm," The other man said. He took a bite out of a doughnut.
"Well?""Well what?"
"Well, what about doing it?"
"Doing what!?"
"Pulling on the black turny thing!!!"
"Oh, that," Said the man. He tucked the doughnut into the yellow rain jacket he had on and tugged on the combination knob. (The black turny thing) IT popped off revealing a set of buttons.
"Okay...next...type in the code."
"What’s the code?"
"UHH, the code is.... 123456789"
"What was it again?"
"123456789"
"Got it," said the man as he typed in the code. He swung the locker door open. Inside was a shower facility. The shower was running and a naked man was standing in the middle. He was singing some foreign song from a different country.
"what thuh?"
"No time to think Albert, shut the stupid door before someone hears," The purple suited man slammed the door shut and put his back against it. OH yeah, I think I forgot to tell you about the man in the purple suit. I guess I did. Anyway, the man in the purple suit is the other guy who was walking with the guy in the yellow rain jacket. Oh yeah, He’s part Giraffe.
" What did you do that for, we’re supposed to go in there you know."
"We can’t go in there. You shouldn’t interrupt someone while they’re taking a shower. Especially if they’re singing a song in German."
"Hmm, good point. Okay, well then tell you what, you call Hetty and ask him what we should do."
"Hetty? What am I supposed to say? There’s a man naked inside the locker taking a shower and singing German songs?"
"Yep, that sounds good."
"Okay, it’s your call."

9:59
Northern Illinois
Jake sat in the back seat of the truck with his eyes half closed. His finger was up deep in his nose chasing greenish yellow slime balls around inside. However, Jake couldn’t seem to be able to grab hold of them and pull them out. If only he hadn’t lost that automatic nose picker. Just then, Mr. Hobs took out a cell phone. He started t talk
"What!? NO! I don’t have a German cousin. What? No I didn‘t invite some German guy into the bathroom...Get him out of there! NO! Listen here you two, just go into the bathroom and get down to the train. What? Of course you need to bring a kid along. Just do what the paper says, got it? Good." Hetty hung up the phone.
"Who was that?"
"Noman"
"Who’s Noman?"
"My French brother."
"Oh, and, um, why is there a gun under my seat?"
"A gun? Oh, I was wondering where I put that. Pass it here will ya?" Jake passed Hetty the loaded foot long gun. "Okay, see that building over there? That’s the cow farm. When we get there, I want you to immediately jump out and take look around for your class. "
"Err"
"Just say okay" (A Quote from Mr. Booras)
"Fine, Fine, Okay," Jake responded as the walrus Industries Truck skidded to a stop.



11:55
Thompson Junior High



"Okay, let’s try this again Albert. Pull the black turny thing."
"Check"
"Now, type in the code"
‘What’s the code again?"
"The code is...1234567689"
"Okay...Check"
"Now open the door."
"What if a naked guy jumps out?"
"Just do it, if something goes wrong, we have a gun. Now open the door."
"Fine, fine." The yellow-jacketed man swung the locker door open.
"Hooray!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No naked people. We’re saved!""Shut up, now, go hide behind that French Fry stand sitting in that recycling bin over there and kidnap the next kid that comes by. Got it."
"Yup"
"Good, come into the bathroom as soon as you got the boy. Make sure you cover his mouth too, okay?"
"Yup" Was all the yellow-jacketed man said to the purple-suited man as the purple-suited man proceeded into the locker.
Hmmm, No let’s think. Who is the unlucky boy to get kidnapped. Well, Jake is already gone and Cody is at Wheaten. Who else is there to be kidnapped? Well, let’s just say there are around 1,200 other people In Thompson Junior High that could be victims of this crime. Here’s a clue, he doesn’t know that Misquitos don’t bite people while they’re building a snowman. That should narrow it down a bit.


Thompson Junior High
12:00 PM
Osman Safi trotted down the hallway towards his locker. He was reading, The life of a Misquito. Like always he was going to be late for class, but who cares, this book was much too interesting. He was about to start the chapter entitled, Misquitos in the winter, when he noticed a rather sort yellow garment man dressed as a hen hiding behind the recycling bin. The man stood up straight and started to walk towards him.
"Hi fellow, what ya do’in in the hall during passing period?"
"Reading, and I’m supposed to be here got that Retard?"
"Well, actually I don’t. You’re going to have to come with me fellow."
"Okay! Got any Chocolate?"
"Well, in a matter a fact I do, come with me and I’ll give you some. Just this way buddy," The yellow Jacketed man said as he led Osman Safi through the locker door into the semi-invisible bathroom.
"There’s no Chocolate in here!! I want chocolate now retard! You know what, if you don’t give me chocolate I’m gonna kill you!!"
‘Kill me? With what?"
"With this!" Osman took a gun out from behind his back.
"What!? Where’d you get that?"
"I don’t know."
"Well why don’t you put that down, here’s some home made chocolate. Made t myself." The yellow Jacketed man held out some chocolate to osman. Osman sntched it away and gobbled it up. Too bad osman won’t be able to see the rest of what’s going to happen. He’ll be off in dreamland for an hour or two. That chocolate had about six sleeping pills dissolved in it. Nighty-night Osman. I Just hope he’s not a sleepwalker. Idd you know a sleepwalker could probably fire a gun in is sleep. Scary huh? Think of this, in the middle of the night, a man in Baltimore starts to sleepwalk. He walks into this car and sleep-drives. He jumps out somewhere in oswegoish area. Then the man sleep-jogs over to your house and sleep-picks your house’s lock. Then, he sleep strangles you. The man then wakes up and sees himself standing in someone’s house with a dead boy laying on the floor. He leaves the house and drives away. Amazing isn’t it. Oh, one more thing, recent studies show, that osman Safi may be related to Hetty!!? Osman may also own a whole chain of sledgehammer factories in China! Isn’t that something? No? Oh... well, I guess you don’t really care. Hmf, okay then, might as well go and see what’s happening at a Wisconsin cow farm.
Wisconson
12:45 PM
Jake ran through the doors of the cow barn. He through himself into a pile of horse Manure. Don’t ask me why there is horse manure at a cow farm. I have no idea.
"Yay! A brown pool! Look, I can even open my mouth if I get thirsty! What thuh, Cody, is that you?"
"Jake? No fair, there’s not enough room in this pile of poo for the both of us. I should’ve brought my super duper hand dandy manure maker. Hey, that reminds me, why are you here?"
"I’m here on a kind of trip with my class. I was late this morning however and they left with out me. I’m tying to find them now."
"No kidding, the same thing happened to me, except I’m not looking for them right. Jake, let me ask you something, why are you looking for your class in a pile of horse poo?"
"Well, I thought maybe they had the same idea I did, to take a little swim."
"I see, well, um, Jake, don’t you think it’s a little suspicious that we both end onthe same farm in a different state on the same day?’
"Sure Cody, anything you say, I guess it is kind of weird. Did I tell you, the guy who brought me here had a gun under the back seat of his truck." Jake flicked some manure into the air and caught it with his toe.
"Jake!!!! We’ve got to get out of here. That guy could be a murderer!" Cody grabbed Jake’s arm and started to run out of the barn. That’s when the sirens started. There were flashes of red and blue light and a bunch of police cars started to show up on the dirt road. The two boys stopped for a fraction of a second, and during that second, Hetty appeared in the doorway, gun in hand.
"Hi boys, where you guys going in such a hurry?"
"Us? We were just going call the police because we thought you were a kidnapper and you had kidnapped us."
"Me? Kidnap you guys? Nah, I wouldn’t do that. I only kidnapped Jake, my buddy Albert here kidnapped Cody. Going from Wheaten to Oswego to kidnap two boys is too far. Anymore questions?"
"NO"
"Good, now both of you, go through that door under the pile of poo. If here are any problems, let me remind of the gun in my hand. You too Albert"
"ME? I’m not jumping in that pile of dung. Are you crazy?"
"Albert, I’m not crazy, now get moving or I’ll be forced to use this gun here."
"Fine, fine"
The four people jumped into the pile of brown glop and climbed through the wooden door that lay at the bottom. As they went through, a gigantic train station came into view. Hetty took out a phone from his pocket and whispered some words into it. And that was that, the people boarded a train and set forth towards Thompson Junior High once again.

Thompson Junior High
1:10



"What!? Hetty’s coming back here? Mr. Yellow jacketed man, you better tell me this is some stupid joke of yours"
"Nope, Hetty said ‘Hello? News, we’re com’in your way. Bye.’"