MBTI high school

Chapter 44:

Chapter 44: Candy Operation

By the most brilliant, most stylish, most awesome student of all time: me, ESTP (5 and a half years old and way too cool)

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Okay. So. I need to tell you something super important.
Today, I saw a treasure.

YES, a real one.
CANDY.
Not the weird plant candies Grandma gives. Nope.

The red ones, the blue ones, the sour ones, the sticky ones.
And they’re… in the teacher’s forbidden storage room.

Forbidden = secret permission for me to go in.

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So I launched the best plan on the whole planet.
I called it:
MISSION CANDYNATOR 3000

(I made up the name myself. It slaps, right?)

But a hero never goes alone.
He needs a sidekick. A ninja. A silent ally.

ISTP.

He was sleeping like a sock on a carpet.
I woke him up with a chip.
He opened one eye, and I said the magic words:

— Me: There’s candy.

He got up like a zombie on strawberry overload. The plan was simple.
(Not for babies like ISFP. For pros.)

1. I distract the teacher with a compliment.
(I’m really good at compliments.)

2. ISTP sneaks to the storage room.

3. He grabs the candy.

4. We get rich.

5. We eat.

6. We become kings of the playground.

I put on my best smile. I went to the teacher and said:

— Me: Ohhh teacher, your dress is so… um… shiny! Like a unicorn going shopping!

She laughed. Success.

ISTP slid across the floor like an elite slug. I was proud of him. My disciple. My soldier.

But then—problem.

ESFJ saw us. She’s nice but way too nice. She yelled:

— ESFJ: You’re NOT allowed in there!!

We froze. I thought it was the end.
But ISTP threw a handful of candy in the air. ESFJ screamed, tried to catch them… and SPLAT!

She slipped on a stuffed animal.

We ran.

With the bag. THE BAG OF HAPPINESS.

We hid behind the toy bins. We shared. ISTP took the blue ones, I took the red.
I told him:

— Me: If you tell anyone, I’ll turn you into a snail.

He shrugged. He doesn’t talk anyway. But guess what?

ISFJ found us.

With her good-student radar. She said:

— ISFJ: Did you steal?! I’m telling the teacher.

I tried another compliment:

— You’re the prettiest girl in the world, with the best hair in the galaxy.

She gave me the look of a Supreme Justice Warrior.

I think I’m in love.

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Result:
We had to share the candy with the whole class. Even with INTJ who said:

— INTJ: This is pointless. Sugar slows the brain.

He still took three pieces.

Anyway. We didn’t keep the candy.
But everyone looked at me like I was a hero. Even ISFP smiled at me a little.

(I think that’s the start of our love story.)

And then I said:

— ESTP: Doesn’t matter. I’ve already got another plan.

ISTP sighed. But he smiled too.

To be continued… (or not, but probably yes)