"Hoodlum this is Four-eyes we read you loud and clear," Mikey said into his walkie talkie as he and Ray watched from the other side of the field.
"Go! Team! Win! Together! Clap, clap. Go! Team! Win! Together! Clap, clap," The cheerleaders chanted as Kenneth attempted to be a humorous mascot.
"Where's Catlover?" Gerard said into the walkie talkie.
"Probably trying to come up with a better codename," Frankie said,"I personally thought Blondie was a good one."
"He's in detention, he asked another teacher if they were real," Ray said, taking the walkie-talkie from Mikey, "Hermit go after the dog at the beginning of the next sequence okay?"
"Okay 'Fro Man."
When the Cheerleaders started their cheer over yet again, Gerard ran from where he was standing and tried to tackle Kenneth. Didn't happen. Gerard fell down.
"Ha, I knew you were pathetic, but not <i>that</i> pathetic," Kenneth said. Suddenly Frank and Ray blindsided him and he was on the ground. The cheerleaders took no notice. Once Gerard, Frank and Ray had walked off, Mikey walked by casually and kicked the mascot's head as he walked along.
"Brittany Spears has been burned at the stake but we weren't invited to watch," Frankie said.
"...No."
"Oh, okay, what?"
"I get to be the mascot! Kenneth's in a neck brace and has a sprained shoulder.
"You're welcome," Ray said.
"What did you guys do?" Tracy said, opening her locker.
"Tackled him."
"I would have, but my curiosity over whether something else was real got the better of me," Bob said.
She grinned and gave each of them a hug,"Thank you!"
"So you tackled him huh?" Charlotte said.
"Well, Gerard tried and fell down."
"Then Ray and I blind sided him," Frankie said.
"And I kicked him in the face," Mikey said.
"Wicked," Charlotte said
Nearly the entire class groaned. She began passing out report cards. "Remeber, grades are private."
Tracy got her's and soon so did Charlotte. She chanced a nervous glance behind her at Gerard while Ms. Provence had her back turned and glanced at the grades.
Math ..... B
"B.... I got a B! Thank God," Charlotte whispered.
"And finally," Ms. Provence said, giving Gerard the last report card in the stack. He gulped and looked at his Chemistry grade.
Chemistry.....B
"What did you get in Chemistry?" Charlotte whispered.
"B."
"That's great."
"What did you get in Math?"
"B."
"Cool, we aren't complete idiots after all."
"Oh shit," Charlotte whispered.
"Fuck," Gerard said.
"Dammit! There's surveillence cameras in the office! How could we forget that?" Bob said.
"I'm sorry, I also need Gerard Way, Frank Lero-"
"It's I-ero! Not Lero!" Frank said.
"-, Raymond Toro, Robert Bryer, Charlotte Miller, Josephine Wedston, and Tracy Border to report to the principal's office immediately. That's Michael Way, Gerard Way, Frank Lero-"
"IERO!!!"
"She can't hear you Frankie."
"Raymond Toro, Robert Bryer, Charlotte Miller, Josephine Wedston, and Tracy Border to the principal's office."
"We're dead, all of us. And I haven't seen Europe," Josie said.
"Chill, I know one little bit of info that could get us out of this," Mikey said.
"And what's that?"
"Just trust me."
They walked to the principal's office and took a seat outside the door.
"The principal is busy today, he'll be seeing you all at once," the office clerk said. The phone next to her rang and she picked it up. "Hello, St. Joseph's Academy.... oh yes Principal Morris they're here..... Yeah, I'll send them in." She hung up the phone. "He'll see you now."
Principal Morris had them sit down in front of a TV screen. He put in one tape that had Charlotte talking to Mikey before running off to the pool. He took that tape out and put another in. It had Mikey sitting in the principal's office, rolling around the room and finally putting in the tape.
"Now, do you have any idea how serious this is? One of our cheerleaders can't cheer at the next game-"
"Oh how tragic," Josie said under her breath.
"Be quiet. You lied, you hurt another student, you broke into my office, you played this infernal racket-"
"That 'infernal racket' rocks!" Tracy said.
"Well, let's see what your parents all think about this."
"Let's see what Mrs. Morris thinks about those magazines in your top right-hand drawer," Mikey said.
"... what?!"
Mikey pointed to the screen, it was paused at the exact second he looked inside the drawer.
"Let us off the hook this one time, like nothing happened, we won't hold this against you again, and we won't breath a word to your wife."
He glared at Mikey hard. Mikey did his best not to squirm under that hard glare. He glared right back from behind his glasses. "Don't breath a word to anyone. And it's just for this one time, otherwise if you bring it up again, I'll mark it on your record and suspend each and every one you."
"Deal."
"Get out of here!"
Once they'd left the office, before they walked off to class, they all glomped Mikey. Josie, Charlotte, and Tracy each gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Mikey that was wicked!"
"You're my hero," Frank said.
"I've never been more glad to have a brother," Gerard said.
"We all owe you," Bob said.
"Yeah, got to start keeping track of how much each of you owe me in writing," Mikey said, straightening his glasses.
"Tell you what Mikey, even if we run into each other in ten years and I still owe you something, you've got it," Charlotte said.
"To make fun of the team and the cheerleaders. And to watch Josie be the mascot," Tracy said.
"And Charlotte and Gerard are probably gonna sneak down under the bleachers soon to make-out or something," Ray said. Charlotte punched him in the shoulder.
"I dunno, they're both pretty lazy, they might not want to walk all the way down there and might just make-out here," Bob said.
"You are all just jealous 'cause I've got myself such a doll," Gerard said, putting his arms around Charlotte and pulling her close to him.
"Aww...." Tracy, Ray, Frank, Bob and Mikey all said in unison.
"Thank you Gerard, you're a doll too."
"Yeah, like Chuckie," Mikey said.
"I'm your ride home remember," Gerard said.
"I mean... like an.... action figure."
"Hey, what's everyone's college plans?" Ray said.
"Art School," Charlotte and Gerard said at the same time.
"Which one?"
"School of Visual Arts in New York," Gerard said.
"Art Institute of California, San Diego," Charlotte said.
"Wow that's way... west..."
"Yeah, can't go much farther on the continental United States," Charlotte said, putting a lock of her hair behind her ear.
"I'm going to the Culinary Institute of California, San Diego," Tracy said,"Josie's coming with us, we're all gonna room together, she's still not sure what she wants to do with her life."
"Cool, I'm going to college here on a scholarship," Frank said.
"College here," Ray said.
"I'm gonna be a sound guy," Bob said. "I'll mix all the best bands."
"I'm gonna be a comic book artist," Gerard said,"First it'll be the comic book, then the trading cards, then an action figure, then a little kid's backpack-"
"Don't forget the lunchbox," Tracy said.
"Right! The lunchbox, then the little kid's backpack. Then a TV series, then a movie, then a t-shirt, and then, the one thing that means you finally made it to the top."
"And what's that?"
"A breakfast cereal."
"Ah. Sounds cool."
"I don't know what college is gonna have for me," Frank said,"I mean, really all I want to do is music."
"Hm... You know what? You guys should perform your song for the school. That would show all those dudes claiming it was them," Tracy said.
"There's that mandatory pep rally next week."
"And how would we do that?"
"Say we have something to present, all we need to do is convince the head of student counsel that it'll get the students pepped up. And what's better then a live show?"
"And how do you plan on convincing the head of student counsel?"
"Don't worry, she's the president's mom, and my old math teacher. I'm friends with her kid and her husband works with my dad, she loves me," Charlotte said.
"I dunno, we're really just a garage band, nothing too special."
"You are something special, that song is something special."
"Okay, what do you guys think?"
"Let's do it."
"Let's rock them!"
"I'll talk to her tomorrow," Charlotte said.
"Great."
"There's Josie," Bob said.
Josie was making fun of the referee and dancing around. The crowd was laughing at her, which is more then they ever did for Kenneth.
"Who do we love!?" She yelled into a megaphone.
"Beavers!" the crowd yelled.
"Hey, why is our mascot a beaver, but the mascot costume is a dog?"
"I don't know... maybe the beaver costume was too expensive."
"Maybe."
"Josie's doing great."
"Yep."
Once Josie went and sat on the bench with some of the players, Charlotte excused herself to go to the bathroom. Then Gerard said he forgot to lock his car.
"They've been gone for a while for having to go to the bathroom and lock their car."
Bob went down and looked under the bleachers. He went back up. "Yep, they're swallowing each other's faces."
"Ah."
"Yeah."
"I think I have a plan for us to get back at the jocks for claiming our song."
"Really? Do tell."
"Hmmm... and you said you'd set it up?"
"Yes."
"Okay then. I'll close that open slot, just make sure you have something."
"Don't worry."
"See you around Charlotte."
"See ya."
Charlotte left the classroom. "Well?" Frank said.
"Are we performing?" Ray asked.
"Yep, it's all set, we're going last, you'll have five minutes."
"That's one and a half more then we'll need," Mikey said.
"That's one thing off the to do list, now, to the locker room!"
"How are you going to distract the equiptmen manager? He always hangs ourt in the locker room before practices."
"By using something he's wanted since fifth grade," Frank said.
"What's that?"
"Think about it Josie, what has A.J. wanted since fifth grade?" Ray said.
"...NO!" She said,"Absolutely not!"
"C'mon Josie, he's had a crush on you for years, if anyone can distract him it's you."
"But he's so... gross... and weird, but not in a good way."
"Look, practice starts in 20 minutes, that's all you need to distract him for."
"Fine."
"C'mon."
They rushed down to the locker room. Charlotte was down the hall, looking out for any teacher or coach, Josie was outside the locker room, Tracy was out on the field making sure no one would come in that way.
"Hi A.J.," Josie said.
"Josie! H-hi!" A.J. said.
"Um... what's up?"
"Oh nothing much, just about to go manage the equipment, cause that's what you do when... you're equipment manager..."
"Ah."
Frank lead the way as they snuck behind A.J. and into the locker room.
"Okay, let's go."
"Redneck, Smartass, this is 'Fro Man, we're in," Ray said into a walkie talkie.
"'Fro Man, this is Redneck, you're clear on the field," Tracy said.
"'Fro Man, this is Smartass, all clear in the halls," Charlotte said.
"Bleach," Bob said. Gerard gave him the bleach they'd used on Mindy's hair and he put it in the soap that was in the locker room.
"Honey on the locks," Frank said, putting honey on each lock for the lockers,"It's not as much Revenge as it is annoying... Oh! What's this? Football captian's locker wide open... and there's his helmet..."
Frank looked side to side before unzipping his pants.
Mikey walked behind him while he was doing what he thought had to be done. "Frankie, you're disgusting."
"Yeah, I know, but it's not like this helmet's had anything better in it. And you can't tell me you didn't want to do this when they trash-canned you."
"Yeah, that hurt."
"Exactly, they did that to us too."
"But you guys were Freshmen at the same time."
"I know, they actually trash-canned us a few minutes after they trash-canned you...."
"Let's see, whipped cream on all the towels," Ray said, taking out two cans of whipped cream and spraying the towels.
"Shaving cream too," Gerard said, taking out two cans of shaving cream and doing the same.
"I lowered the water pressure," Bob said.
"I cut off their hot water," Mikey said.
"Good, hair spray. Spray the toilet seats, the benches, the floor. Anything that they'd stick to, quick!" Bob said.
"I've got the plain instant jello," Ray said. "Got to put this in the... toilets right?"
"Yeah."
"Got the fish?"
"Yep," Frank said, taking a plastic bag with a few brightly colored fish out of his backpack,"This is still abusing animals."
"Don't worry, I'm almost positive they won't kill them."
Bob took the bag and went up to where the team's drinking water was and put the fish in. They swam around in stupid little circles.
"This is Smartass, come in." Charlotte's voice crackled from the walkie talkie.
"Hey Doll, it's Hermit, what's up?" Gerard said.
"Coach is headed down the hall, I'll try to distract him, wrap it up."
"Okay." Gerard put the walkie talkie in his pocket. "Wrap it up! Coach is coming, Charlie's gonna try and stall him for a while."
"Don't you mean Doll's gonna try and distract them?" Frank said, breaking into the locker of one of the lacross team players and putting a picture of another player's girlfriend in there.
"Put everything away!" Bob said, stuffing their things back into their bags.
"Got everything?" Ray said.
"I think so."
"Frank, XYZ."
Frank rolled his eyes and zipped his pants again.
"C'mon, let's get out of here."
They slipped out of the locker room and out one of the main doors.
"Oh, you know A.J., I have to go," Josie said, running after them.
"Redneck, Smartass, this is Four-Eyes we're out," Mikey said into the walkie talkie that Gerard had handed to him.
Charlotte and Tracy met them outside. "So did you get everything done?"
"Most of it, but it's okay that we didn't get everything done, cause Frankie... added something."
"What did you do?" Tracy said.
"Do we want to know?" Josie said.
"Pissed in the football captain's helmet."
"That's awesome," Tracy said, high-fiving him,"He deserves it."
"Great job," Charlotte said.
"You shouldn't have to, they need alternatives," Frank said,"There's no reason why all these freshmen should kill all these frogs."
"They're keeping most of the frog's in Mr. Marcus' room too... maybe we could work this into Revenge?" Ray said.
"Break in, get the frogs, set most of them free, stuff the rest somewhere else, like a cheerleader's locker," Tracy said.
"Great, so you volunteer."
".... I didn't say that."
"I'll go with you Tracy," Frank said,"FOR THE FROGS!!!"
"Fine. We'll need gym bags big enough to carry all the frogs, and someone to distract Mr. Marcus."
"Ms. Provence should do that," Bob said.
"Ha, yeah probably."
"Okay, we'll do that tomorrow."
"Alright-y then."
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