Fishy's Adventures

Chapter Three - Weed Gone Missing

Having gained the respect and loyalty of his teachers, Fishy gained a dominant role in the IIIrd LO. His weed addiction worsened and now only his secrecy prevented him from smoking weed in front of his favourite class 1b. One day, he was sitting in his study during the lesson hours and was busy smoking weed, as well as some headmaster stuff, when another shady-looking character entered his room.
- Mr. Fishy - he said - you've been my best customer for years, but there is a problem, sir.
-Think twice before you speak, slave - Fishy said, pointing to the 'k, which was lying on the floor next to the desk.
-We've had a contract for weed delivery secured for the next 30 years, but things went wrong. Our weed manufacturers in Jamaica and India are late with weed deliveries since last week. We are facing a serious crisis, sire. Our entire business is at risk because of that, so consequently, we can't sell you any more merchandise as our stocks have just ran out.
-You have the time to get the hell out of here before I count to ten - Fishy said, grabbing his 'k - One, two, ten!
A few shots made short work of the poor dealer. The janitor showed up shortly to take care of the corpse.
A few days later, Fishy had to survive two more Math lessons with the class 1b, before he would have the opportunity to go back home and see if there was any weed left there.
During the lesson, Fishy couldn't concentrate at all, his weed hunger started to seriously manifest itself, impacting his behaviour. Obviously he shared his sorrow with the poor students, who got some F's for no good reason. It was hard to tell who was more depressed and frustrated afterwards: Fishy or his students. After the lessons he was on the edge of insanity. He shouted at Mr. Froggy to rename the class 1b to class 1weed. Froggy had no objections to Fishy's decision and moreso to his 'k.
Fishy got into his weedmobile and headed home. He almost killed himself in at least seven situations, as he wasn't focused enough to pay attention to the road. He found a mini blunt hidden in his car's trunk and thanked himself for being so precautious. That made him just strong enough to reach home. There was nobody there, so he figured his family probably went out, as the weather was beautiful. He opened his safe, where he kept some emergency weed, but there was none! He looked for it in every corner of his house, but couldn't find anything! Disappointed, he went to check the small cell below the stairs, though there wasn't enough space to swing a cat and he was shocked when he saw his wife and children sitting inside, playing the cards and smoking HIS weed! He went totally berserk. Using a machete he hacked and slashed at the defenseless beginner smokers, dealing some wounds to his own family, but only a bit, as they were his nearest and dearest.
When he calmed down a bit, he went to the living room. He was about to turn on the TV set, but he saw a painting of Snoop Dogg which he hung on the wall a long time ago. He remembered that it was made of cannabis paper and after some cutting and shaping and rolling, he got 4 sizable blunts - just enough to survive till the next day's evening. Yet he still had to investigate the weed crisis..