Chapter 5

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by dinosaurspoon

by dinosaurspoon

Justin entered school the next day shirtless, like he was meant to be. He had pick-up lines written on his forearm, and was popping breath mints left and right. Klaus, Violet, and Ivy felt the need to give him a pep talk.

"Justin, we know you're nervous, but just remember to be yourself," said Violet soothingly. She reached into her pocket, found a paper clip and some lint, and fashioned a toothpick. "Here," she said, giving it to Justin. "Hold this in between your teeth, you'll be irresistible.

"And roll up your sleeves!" said Ivy.

"And hold this thick book under your arm, you'll look smart," said Klaus, handing him a book about the theory of relativity that he remembered reading at the age of 2, " trust me, I know from experience."

"Thanks guys," said Justin nervously. "But... he's a hall monitor. The only other ones of those are Sarah Palin, Joe Biden, and George W Bush. What if I'm not powerful enough?"

"Justin?? You're a teacher."

"Oh... you're right."

He took a deep breath, and walked over to Chris, who was opening his locker.

"Hey," he said, leaning against the lockers and smirking. "You wanna go to the Fall Dance with a prime minister?"

Chris blushed. "Wow, sure thing, smexy," he said, standing on tiptoe.

"See you later then," Justin flirted.

The kids were stunned. "Justin, that was amazing!"

"Yeah," said Justin. "It's the stress. After a while you just go numb."

Sunny, despite being one of the oldest children in the nursery, liked it very much. After all, she was only three years old, and even though they took away her iPad and only gave it back at the end of the day, she had a good time playing with other children and teaching Barla new recipes.

On this day, however, just as Justin was making his move on Chris Christie, Sunny made an important discovery.

It all started when she was taking Barla on one of their frequent trips to the air vents. Barla would climb up there, supporting Sunny, and Sunny would use her sharp teeth to unscrew the grate.

Crawling through the air ducts and spying on people was not new to them, as they had been doing it all year. But it was what they heard that made them afraid. Sarah Palin was walking through the halls, her high heels clacking against the tiled floor, with a cell phone pressed to her ear.

"Yes, yes, the orphans are still here. I've already formulated my plan. Olaf would be proud. What? Justin Trudeau? Please, that stupid shirtless klutz couldn't even notice that I had a crush on him, much less that I'm planning to kill him."

Sunny covered her and Barla's mouths to keep from making any noise. She couldn't believe it.

"Of course there's nobody near me, what am I, stupid? I double checked my surroundings and nobody is listening in. What? You're breaking up. Have you been smoking dope again?"

Sunny and Barla crawled away as quietly as they could, back to the grate that led to the daycare center. They didn't get to hear the rest of the phone call.

"Spores aren't going to work anymore. They know how to stop them. I think someone might be coming around the corner. Goodbye, Fiona."

She hung up and quickly walked back to where she came from, her high heels clacking all the way.