Saturday, 8 February 2025
Morning Head
"Ooooohhh..." I groaned as I woke up at 2AM in the morning. "What's the matter, darling?" asked my mother, Lady Penelope. "I've got a very bad headache." I replied. Lady Penelope, ever kind and trusting, trudged off to the kitchen to fetch me some water and paracetamol. After I took it, she gave me a tasty looking sausage roll she snuck from the fridge. Boy, it tasted good.
"How did I get my headache?" I asked my mother. "I think I know," said Penelope. She proceeded to tell me a not-quite-true story of how I got my headache: you see, I went for a night out at the pub with Alan, Brains and Tin Tin and drank gallon after gallon of beer with them. Brains opted for juice, because he was sensitive to alcohol. We walked out of the pub arm in arm singing, then collapsed in an alleyway, where Alan got bitten by a rat. Luckily, he didn't get rabies or anything, so we ran toward an empty car and got away in it just as the police were on our tails. Luckily, we were driving towards the sea, so the car crash landed into the water before the police had time to catch us. Luckily, they gave up. We dragged ourselves minutes later onto the beach, where Jeff and Penelope found us. Penelope and Jeff took us back home, and Penelope held me in her arms all the way back.
"Goodnight, darling," Penelope smiled, and she kissed me on the forehead as I settled down to a headache-less sleep.
10 Places The School Bell Can Go
A board meeting
Hawaii
Africa
Canada
Australia
America
A deep jungle
Tracy Island
Toyland
The North Pole
Weary Joe
It was after Joe's battle with Coletti, and Joe was lying wearily in the hospital. His father, Professor McClaine, sat beside him, his glasses misty with his tears. "Oh Joe, please wake up. I promise to never be afraid of you anymore. You don't have to go to school due to your agent skills...right?"
Joe slowly opened his eyes, then his mouth. "Dad....I've no need to go there. The other kids bully me for my super intelligence as it is. But you? You look out for me whenever I feel dry and empty inside. You always feed me and quench me when I need nourishment, and every child can't live without food or water, not even me. These bandages cannot hold me back." He pointed to his bandaged up leg. "Whatever happens, I will show those bad guys what it means to be a part of Bigrat, or else they will feel the wrath of everything I've ever dreamed of since I was born."
Professor McClaine was stunned. Never in his life had he heard Joe utter such dramatic words. He hid his face in his hands and began to cry. Even Joe had tears in his eyes, yet he was told by the playground children that big boys don't cry. "Dad...what's wrong?" asked Joe. "Nothing," said Professor McClaine, "It's just that I will continue to love you, Joe, no matter what happens. You will always be my son, and I will love you the same way all parents do. You are my angel's light....Joe 90."