Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries.

Ch 4: Tooth Fairy Tipple Toes.

•CHAD•

Ron showed up late, so I had to post pone my real prank. This time, I sat in the last bench, so if have a clear view of the whole class. I tapped my pen against my table, bored. The teacher didn't mind and neither did anyone else. She was in her own sweet world of biology. I looked around my place for some fun until I spotted my books.

Billy: Just do it. I need to see his reaction.

I grabbed a piece of paper hanging loose from my book and scribbled something on it, smirking like an idiot.

Billy: Now, crumple it properly. Make the most perfect paper ball in the world.

I coughed, trying to suppress the crumpling sound made by the annoying piece of paper.

Billy: Now, aim. It should hit his head right in the centre.

"Ow!" I heard him say, dropping his pen and rubbing the back of his head.

Billy: I never asked you to tie an eraser to the piece of paper.

Whatever.

"Care to explain your sudden sense of distress to the class, Brad?"

Billy: Thank god, he didn't call him by his last name.

"Not really." Brad answered, nervously.

"What's that paper?" She asked, pushing her glasses up her nose.

I stifled a laugh as I heard Brad's genius answer. "Uhhh um, it's crumpled." He said, picking up the paper which was on his desk.

"Share it with the class, please." She ordered.

Brad slowly made his way to the front of the class and opened the piece of paper, probably praying that it would be something sensible.

"Uh, ma'am are you sure you want me to read it out?" He gulped.

"Read it out for us or I'll do it."

He took a deep breath, his hands shaking as he almost dropped the paper. I laughed internally.

Billy: Poor Brad.

Nah, I think he deserves to be punished.

Billy: True.

"Anytime today, Brad." The teacher tapped her foot impatiently on the floor.

"I am so sad because Tooth Fairy Tipple Toes didn't give me a barbie doll." He said, his cheeks burning in the brightest shade of red.

Billy: Oh god. He did not really.

Yes. He did.

I gave in to my laughter and almost fell off my chair, laughing along with the rest of the class. Someone threw a crumpled paper at him and yelled, "Yo, barbie Tipple Toes!" Every one started laughing again, at Brad's stupid red face in front of the class.

"But this paper isn't –" He tried to protest but was cut off by the teacher.

"That's enough, Brad. Detention after school."

"But it isn't even mine!" He said, trying to reason with her again.

"Is it the tooth fairy's?" I asked, loud enough for the whole class to hear and burst out laughing again.