Khaotic Kids of the Keys [DISCONTINUED]

Germpocalypse

The scorching Florida heat, the countless mosquitoes, and annoying tourists; you could tell that summer was here.

However, the khaotic crew's summer was being spent so far in the worst place imaginable: school. They were in Mr. Bozo's class learning Spanish, because they all, unsurprisingly, failed.

"NO! Repeat after me: Hola." Mr. Bozo drawled.

"Coca-cola?" Aaron said, unsure why Mr. Bozo was trying to get them to say a soda in English when this is Spanish class.

"No, Aaron. It's obviously pina colada." Mya said.

"NO, NO! Both of you are wrong!" Mr. Bozo screamed. He walked to his desk and went on google translate.

"Listen to the robot." Mr. Bozo said before he typed in the word 'Hola' and hit play.

"Ohhh!" The class said in unison. Mr. Bozo facepalmed.

All of a sudden, Snotty Sally started having a sneezing fit. Her snot flew across the classroom landing unto Mr. Bozo. He shrieked, as a result, running out of the classroom.

"HE'S BEEN INFECTED!" Asor screamed, jumping out of his chair.

"CODE GREEN! CODE SALLY! ALL OF THE CODE DANG FLABBIT!" Larry announced.

The class fled like wild pigs around the class disinfecting the room from top to bottom. It wasn't enough. Sally's sneeze attack got germs everywhere and Noremac was the next one to get infected.

"Ew!! I accidentally touched her booger!" Noremac screamed and fainted.

"We need to evacuate in a safe and orderly fashion," Larry said. The class blinked at him. "Aw, forget it! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"

The class shrugged and started fleeing the classroom. Some even jumped out the window into the sandbox below, crushing little Tommy's sandcastle.

News soon spread across the school that a disease was among them. Summer school turned into the apocalypse. The crew hid inside a janitor's closet discussing a solution.

"Okay, first things, one of us need to go out there and get food from the cafeteria. It's dangerous out there soldiers." Asor said as chief.

"So who's going?" Mya asked looking around.

"Not me," Larry said.

Aaron sat quietly as they all looked at him. He groaned as they pushed him out of the room with only a stapler for a weapon.

He walked cautiously down a dark hallway with one thing on his mind. Whatever you do, don't get infected...

He saw the principal down the hall. He was facing the other way but he seemed to be okay.

"Principal Peele! Over here, thank goodness-" Aaron stopped as Principal Peele turned around and revealed that someone infected him. Snot was dripping out of his nose and his face was pale.

"Oh no... Stay back!" Aaron shouted, but Principal Peele continued to limp towards him. He got his pet rock, Rockell, out of his pocket.

"I'm sorry, Rockell. I didn't want you to go this way!" Aaron said before he chucked Rockell at Principal Peele.

Out of nowhere, Principal Peele caught Rockell as if it was just a baseball and devoured it.

"ROCKELL NOO!" Aaron screamed, but his screams attracted a crowd of infected cheerleaders.

"I-N-F-E-C-T-E-D! GO GERMS!" The cheerleaders chanted as they showed up around the corner.

Aaron knew that he had to abandon his previous job of finding food. He needed to find a cure. He rushed back to the closet where his friends were. He opened the door to reveal a rabid Asor.