Khaotic Kids of the Keys [DISCONTINUED]

War On Wheels

The children were released from detention and sent home. It had been six months since the infamous Classroom War. They had a replacement teacher, Mr. Macaroni, after Mr. Eod had quit. Mr. Macaroni had announced one Tuesday morning that they would go on a field trip tomorrow.

The class literally roared with excitement.

Larry raised his hand and asked, "So teach, where are we going on the field trip tomorrow?"

"To the Museum of Walls!" Mr. Macaroni said excitedly.

"Oh." He retorted disappointedly. Everyone started to boo and heckle.

Aaron turned to Asor and whispered, "Dude, what are we going to do now? This sounds like a poopy field trip."

"Then let's make it interesting." He said as he rubbed his hands maniacally. He gave his friends a knowing wink, and they shot him winks back.

Mr. Macaroni saw the winking going around the classroom and inquired, "Is there pink eye going around or something?"

A few moments later, Asor, Mya, Larry, Aaron and the rest of their class climbed onto the bus.

"So... What's the plan, A?" Mya asked. Everyone turned to Asor awaiting directions.

"What we have always done, my people... War!" He said with a devilish grin on his face.

"WAR ON WHEELS!!!" Someone hollered.

The bus driver had become distracted and to make matters worse, she fell asleep at the wheel. The bus was wildly spinning out of control with a war brewing inside.

A kid named Tomas was walking with his mother on their way to the store. Tomas saw the bus and tapped his mother on the shoulder.

"What is it, Tomas?" His mother asked.

"That bus go vroom vroom!" Tomas said cheerfully.

His mother turned around and saw the bus swerve onto the sidewalk, coming straight for them. She panicked, but luckily a hobo pushed them out of the way. Tomas suddenly remembered his Dad, a former train conductor. His father was fired for 'accidentally' derailing a train. His father's name was Tommy Eod. Tommy was in a state of depression after he lost his dream job. One day, he was walking down the railroad tracks, Tomas was on the side watching him.

They heard the whistle of a train. "What's that sound, Daddy?" Tomas asked.

Tommy turned to his clueless son and answered, "That's the sound of life catching up to me..."

Tomas didn't really understand what his father meant but after those words, his father was gone.

Suddenly, his mother was yelling.

"Tomas snap out of it! I'm calling 911. That bus will kill someone!"

Next thing you know, the police were in full pursuit of a bus filled with maniacal children and adults that couldn't seem to control the wild barbarians.

Mr. Macaroni was cradling himself on the floor of the bus, regretting the field trip and regretting taking the job as a teacher at all. The demon children were about to take turns spitting immature insults at each other but they had to get the cops off of their tail first.

"Yo, Aaron, we got the fuzz on our tracks!" Asor yelled out while simultaneously beating someone with a first aid kit.

"Never thought a first aid kit would be used in the opposite way of what it's meant for," Mya remarked while hurtling fidget spinners at Larry.

"So what are we gonna do with this guy?" Aaron gestured toward Mr. Macaroni.

"Let's tie him up!" Asor suggested.