Kindergarten 2 -all missions- (KID'S POV)

A Tale of Two Janitors

I'm back home. Phew, The Hitman's Potty Guard was just stressful. I hope the next mission will be...less painful. "A Tale of Two Janitors." Huh. 'Start the mission by talking to the Janitor.' It seems pretty easy.

It's Tuesday again, x2. And I guess this is a time loop. I go over to the Janitor. The Janitor looks old and has a short grey beard. And he looks poor. Plus, his hips and legs are short. "Filthy...absolutely filthy." He says. "What is?" I ask him. "Are you blind?! Look at this place. That other no-name janitor has really let this place go to crap." The Janitor told me. "You don't know his name yet?" I said. The janitor looked me very stupidly. "What?! No!.. But I guess I should learn if I'm going to draw up a- Kid! Go find out his name for me. NOW!" He shouted. "Okay. Jeez." I groaned. I went to the other Janitor. This Janitor had brown hair and eyebrows. He was in a grey suit too. He also was erm..little bit...big. Yes, big. "Hey there, kiddo! I'm your friendly school Janitor!" He said. "What's your name?" I asked. "Oh! How rude of me. I'm Bob! Most of the kids around here refer to me as the janitor. You can call me that too if you like." He said. I went back to the other Janitor. "What's his name? C'mon, I have a declaration to draw up." He said. "It's Bob." I told him. "So my nemesis has a name...BOB." The Janitor said. "Do you have a name?" I asked the Janitor. This Person really has some good questions this time. "What?! No! I lost it in the war." He said. Okay, this is making NO SENSE. How do you even loose your name in a war? You have a name, it stays with you. "Which war?" I asked. "The best war." He said. "Which war is that?" I asked. "The one I was in! Haven't you paying attention? Do YOU have a name?" The janitor said. I pause. I never really had a name. I just live in a house. I don't eat or sleep. And I bother to have parents. "Ummmm..." I said. "That's what I thought. So lets stick to the Janitor who's name we DO know." The Janitor suggested. I mean, he has a point. Neither of us has names so who cares? People calls me Kid. Janitor is just called Janitor. And the person who's making my decision can be Person. Because how would we know each others name from reality and pixel version games? "What are you gonna do to him?" I ask. "What the Janitors code if Honor says I should do." Janitor says. "Janitors have a code of honor?" I ask. Person, I wanna talk to you. Can we please move on? Pretty please? With cherries on top? Cookies, cakes and ice cream possibly? "Uh no. You have the wrong idea. Its my code of honor. I'm the Janitor." Janitor explains. "So you're gonna do what you wanted to do anyway." I tried to get the point. "Of course." He said. "Which is?" I asked. "I'm going to kill him and take his mop!" Janitor chuckled. I felt like slapping my face. "Seriously?" I said. "You bet! Take this declaration of war and bring it to..BOB. Return to me when it's done. This'll be one for the history books." Janitor says, handing me the declaration note. "I guess it will be." I said, concerned. I went to Bob. "Hello again, little buddy. What's going on?" He said. "The other Janitor wanted me to give you this." I said to Bob, handing him the declaration of war. "Oh thanks! I'll read it when I get inside. Go ahead and tell him you delivered it. I'm really looking forward to working with him." Bob said. "I doubt that." I said. I went to the other no-name Janitor. "Has it been delivered? Is war upon us?" Janitor asked. "Yes." I told him. "Excellent! My attack will be swift and sneaky. As soon as he's alone, his mop is as good as mine! I'll be sharpening my mop in the boys room!" Janitor yelped. "Have fun with that." I said. The bell rung. "That's the bell! Everyone head inside to your assigned classrooms!" The pink-suited blonde lady said.

"Okay kids...Teacher has an headache, so we're going to be very quiet." Ms. Applegate said. "It looks like this school has more funding than the last one since this one actually has toys." She continued. "Go play...just please, be quiet." She said her conclusion. This time Ted grabbed a toy car since we weren't doing his and Felix's mission. I needed to get to the Janitor. "Hey! You can't leave! I'm responsible for you little monsters." Ms. Applegate shouted. "I need to use the bathroom." I said. "Well too bad! I don't have a bathroom pass for this new school yet. You'll just have to hold it." Ms. Applegate told me. "You don't look like you can stop me." I argued. "I can still give you study hall! Apparently, that's a punishment for stuff here!" She argued back. "Go ahead." I said in my sassy voice. I went out to the halls. The orange strapped over the blue short was monitoring downstairs. I suppose the other hall monitor was monitoring the upstairs. Less than a second, Nugget and his bleeding arm got in the school, huffing. "Ugh.." He said. "Oh hello..." Nugget said, noticing me. "Lovely weather we're having. Nugget likes the weather." He continued. And then he comes in the classroom. I went to the boys' bathroom and went to the Janitor. "Oh good! You're here!" He says. "You're happy to see me?" I said, confused. I never seen such Janitor so happy in my life. Believe me, no janitor would smile. "It's a weird feeling for me too. I need your help again or else I'm fighting a losing battle here." Janitor said. At least i'm not the only one feeling weird. "What now?" I asked. "BOB..is currently hiding like a coward upstairs and since my hip is made of glass I can't make it up those stairs." Janitor explains. "What do you want me to do about it?" I asked. "I need a key to the elevator. I'm sure that little black market cripple has one." Janitor said. I really wanted to slap my face right now. "You're the one who crippled him." I said. "And I'll do it again if that invalid doesn't give you that key. Tell him that and see if he'll give it up. He's in that special 'smart' class upstairs." Janitor says. Yep, you heard him. Janitor literally destroyed Monty's legs yesterday since he corrected Janitors spelling of biscuits. Now, a little backstory, Cindy's dog went missing yesterday, Monday, and I suppose we found out that "biscuts" was Cindy's dog. I know, pretty dark. "Okay then." I said. I tried to get upstairs but the hall monitor stopped me. The orange strapped around the blue shirt kid had a name tag.