My Ravioli

Written by me

My Ravioli

"My ravioli!" an old, wrinkly, hunched old man screamed as his ravioli was slapped out of his hand by Mr. Frizzle.

"How do you like that, you old fossil?" Mr. Frizzle yelled as the old man fell over and hit his head on the side of the curb.

"Mr. Frizzle," said Arnold. "Where's Mrs. Frizzle?"

"She is not HERE!" Mr. Frizzle then slapped arnold in the face leaving a sizeable red indent about 10 centimeters into Arnold's face.

"KIDS!" Mr. Frizzle barked. "Get into the freaking BUS!" The students all filed into the bus. "Hey, what happened to the other bus?" Wanda Lee asked.

"I drove it into a TRASH compactor!" Shouted Mr. Frizzle.The "new" bus was very rusty, and the suspension was worse than that of an eighty year old shopping cart. The seats were just slabs of rusty metal that were bent to form a 90 degree angle.

"Is this safe?" Dorthy Ann asked with a voice about as shaky as a horrified chiwawa.

"NO!" Mr. Frizzle screamed. "What does it look like?"

The kids cowered in fear as they were at the risk of getting an insane concussion. Carlos fell out of his seat and landed on the floor. The floor gave out, and Carlos was ground up on the road by the metal bus wheels. Mr. Frizzle had been feeding Liz pure nicotine for a few weeks, so Liz now looked like a moldy slice of orangutan butt. Liz crawled over to Phoebe and bit her right in the knee. Phoebe screamed as her leg began to turn grey/brown and wrinkly.

"Shut up back there!" Mr. Frizzle screamed. "We are going on a FIELD TRIP!"

"Oh, no, not again!" Arnold plead. "With the Frizz?" Mr. Frizzle asked. "No Way!" Mr. Frizzle then kicked Arnold in the jaw, causing him to bite off a large chunk of his own tongue. Arnold's bloody tongue fell onto the floor, and Liz inhaled it.

"Look what you did now!" Mr. Frizzle yelled. "Now it has a taste for human blood!" Liz then latched onto Phoebe again. She started to shrivel up and transform into a nicotine lizard. "Evil!" Mr. Frizzle yelled as he hit both of the nicotine lizards out of the bus. A few minutes later, the bus arrived at the location. "Ok, kids. We are going to go in there," Mr. Frizzle said gesturing towards the white house. "Wearing these totally not suspicious backpacks, and run into the White House, ok?" Out of fear and desperation to get out of this alive, the students said yes. They did not know the carnage that would unfold that day.

The kids split up into 3 groups. Mr. Frizzle told them that they had to infiltrate the White House and get past the "totally not bomb sensors." Arnold and Tim went over to a window and peeked in. There was nobody in the room at the moment, and this seemed like the perfect time to break inside. They found a large rock at the side of the building, and threw it through the window. The window broke, sending an alarm around the vicinity. "Get in, get in!" Arnold said frantically as the police showed up to arrest whoever was trying to break in. The kids ran in and pulled out their walky-talkis. "Mr. Frizzle, we're in!" Tim said.

"Good, I'll activate the bom- I mean boom... boxes."

"The what?"

"The um... the nice bazooka bubble gum packs."

"You have bombs in these bags?"

"No, I mean they are the bomb!"

"Arnold, drop your bag! It's a bomb!"

The kids dropped their bags and ran out of the building. They escaped just in time as the White House blew up behind them. The white house was in shambles and the president was incinerated alive. --That might actually be a good thing-- Some of the students were caught in the explosion and died. Mr. Frizzle gazed upon what used to be the head of america and smiled. This was the start of the planet's downfall. Mr. Frizzle then hopped into his bus and drove off to the nearest and cheapest flight to Germany.