Mikey put on his shoes and grabbed his backpack. “I’m ready for school!” he shrieked.
“I don’t want to go to school,” yelled Gerard, pouting in the corner. “I wanna stay home!”
“Mikey, you put your shoes on backwards,” said his mother leaning down to fix them.
Gerard ran, as fast as his little legs would let him, to Mikey’s room and quickly grabbed Mikey’s blankie. He then ran out and Mikey didn’t even notice.
“Lets go, lets go, lets go, lets go!” said Mikey jumping up and down. He ran over to the front door.
“Gerard!” hollered Donna Way.
Gerard hid under his bed from his mother. She walked into his room and reached for him under the bed. She pulled him out and forced his shoes on his feet. Once Gerard was ready to go she began walking him to the front door. Then Gerard sat on her foot so she would have to drag him across the floor with every other step she took.
“Gerard, get off my leg!” She said.
Gerard just giggled back and held on tighter. At this moment Donna called to her husband for help.
He came down after two minutes of saying, “I’ll be right there.”
Finally Gerard and Mikey were strapped in the car, ready to go. Donna began to drive off. She sighed in relief that they were both quiet.
All of a sudden Mikey screamed. “Where is my blankie?!”
“Gerard?” said their mother suspecting him.
“What? I didn’t do it! Mikey is stupid.” Gerard kicked his brother in the shins.
Mikey began screaming and crying. Gerard laughed and their mother yelled at them to shut up.
When they arrived at the school, Mikey had gotten his blankie back and Gerard had given up trying to stay home.
“Gee!” shrieked a little boy with black hair and a shirt with a guitar logo on it.
“Frankie!” yelped Gerard. They ran toward each other and began to tussle and play fight.
When Mikey’s attention was captured by the plato he was making dinosaurs with, the Way’s mother left.
The teacher told everyone to have a seat as the morning announcements came on.
“Ouch!” yelped a blonde kid with blue eyes. Mikey looked over at Bob and saw that Frank was hitting him and trying to bring him down.
Than out of nowhere a big ball of hair soared towards Frank and knocked him down.
“Timeout!” shrieked the teacher who had to deal with this every day. “Frank, go to that corner! Ray, go to the corner with the number chart. Bob, go to that corner right there!”
“But I didn’t do anything!” Bob protested.
“Don’t lie to me,” The teacher said menacingly.
Bob sulked in the corner and covered his face because the other kids kept looking at him.
After fifth teen minutes, Frank, Ray and Bob were released from their prison.
The children went over their ABC's and some numbers. And then started painting. Gerard was drawing Frank, and Frank was getting sore for how he was standing, Bob sat on a little play drum and was eating the drum stick. Mikey was stabbing a fork in a toaster and Ray was getting freaked out of how Mikey was stabbing it. After drawing, the teacher asked all the students to write their names.
“I know how to spell guitar!” yelled Frank.
“That’s very nice,” said the teacher not quite paying attention.
“********!” screamed Gerard. Gerard was attempting to write his name and he couldn’t do it. “********, ********, ********!”
“Gerard!” hollered the teacher. “Don’t say that word.” She came down onto him like a shark on a seal. “Come with me.”
The teacher left the room pulling Gerard down the hall. A security guard came as a substitute. The security guard stood against the door smiling at the kids.
“Hello,” said Bob grinning.
“Hi.” The guard pulled on his little kid friendly smile.
“Attack!” Ray screamed out of nowhere running towards the security guard. Frank and Mikey were following him.
All three of them grabbed the security guard’s legs and tried to trip him. Even though they put all of their effort into it, the security guard just shook them off and told them to stop.
When the teacher came back with Gerard she was confronted by a scene of havoc . . .
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“I can’t believe I had to come pick you three up,” muttered Donna Way, more to herself than the troublemakers in the back.
“Can we have coffee & cookies when we get home?” asked Mikey excitedly.
“No,” his mother replied sharply.
“Is Frank sleeping over?” asked Gee.
“No. His mother is coming to pick him up after she is finished with work.”
“No cookies…” whimpered Mikey. “No cookies…?”
“Mikey, stop it.” Donna said.
“But I want coffee & cookies!” whined Mikey. “I want my cookies!”
“I want my Frankie!” said Gee taking advantage of the moment.
“I want to sleepover!” yelped Frank.
“So, do you like anyone?” Donna asked trying to change the subject.
“No!” shouted all three boys. “Girls have girly diseases and they are girly.” Donna smiled at the immediate subject change.
“No cookies…?” whispered Mikey.
“Are you boys hungry?” Donna asked.
“Yes!” yelled Frank.
“I could eat a panda bear, I’m so hungry!” Gerard screamed.
“No cookies… coffee & cookies…?” Mikey whimpered.
“I could eat a walrus!” shouted Frank.
“Well, I can eat a giraffe!” retaliated Gee.
“I could eat an elephant!” Frank screamed.
“Oh… no… cookies…” Mikey said quietly.
“Okay, boys, stop that, I know your very hungry and I will pop something in the oven when we get back home," Donna said.
Everyone went silent. All you could hear was the rumble of the car as it glided across the road.
Suddenly the silence was broken.
“I WANT COOKIES!!!” screamed Mikey abruptly. He began thrashing in his seat and kicking everything. “I WANT MY COOKIES!” He screamed to the top of his lungs.
Donna just pulled out the imaginary gun by making one with her hand and pretended to shoot herself.
