Khaotic Kids of the Keys [DISCONTINUED]

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The birds are chirping, the late summer sun is shining, and wallets are emptying. Ah, it's back to school season. Where children are forced back into waking up at six am every morning, where parents are required to spend hundreds of dollars on school supplies and the evil smiles of teachers giving pounds of homework every night.

The khaotic kids enter another year of middle school that includes, the usual, kicking and screaming.

"NO," Aaron screamed. "YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!"

"LET GO OF THE DOOR HANDLE!" Barbara yelled. "YOU ARE GOING AND THAT'S FINAL!"

Meanwhile in Mya's house...

"MYA PUT DOWN THE FLIP FLOP!" Her mother, Maria, screamed.

"TAKE ANOTHER STEP AND YOU'LL TASTE RUBBER!" Mya yelled.

"IT'S JUST THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!" Maria said.

"MORE LIKE ANOTHER DAY IN PRISON!"

Meanwhile, at Larry's...

"Where are your school clothes?!" Petunia asked.

"Hmm, since I flushed them down the toilet, probably in the sewers," Larry said, with a shrug.

"Well played, but guess what. You'll just have to go in your Dora pajamas." Petunia smirked.

"Aw man! Why did that have to backfire?!" Larry complained.

Meanwhile, at Asor's house...

"GET IN THE CAR OR IT'S THE BELT!" Jean threatened, tugging on his belt.

"Okay, okay, let me find my backpack!" Asor panicked.

"NO 'OKAY', GO NOW!" Jean screamed as he unleashed his fury with the power of his leather belt.

The Khaotic Kids showed up to school around the same time, in their various conditions. Unfortunately for them, it was not only the first day of school but also picture day.

"What happened to you?" Mya asked with a flip-flop imprint on her cheek.

"I don't want to talk about it," Asor said, slightly limping.

"At least you don't have to wear these stupid Dora pajamas," Larry whined.

"You're not the one with greased hair! I look like a blonde Elvis!" Aaron complained.

They arrived at the front gates of the school.

"Stop right there!" Mr. Peele said. "Dress code violations!"

"Uh, sir, I can explain-" he interrupted Larry.

"No excuses! What kind of middle schooler wears pajamas? Dora ones as well?" Mr. Peele shook his head in disappointment. "Detention!"

"Wow, haven't even stepped foot into school and I already have detention, that's just great," Larry said sarcastically as he trudged to detention.

"We gotta get him out of there," Asor whispered.

"I already have a plan, Mya, meet in the middle of the cafeteria with as much food as you can carry," Aaron said.

She nodded, already knowing the chaos they were about to cause.

The lunchroom was packed with various classes and people of all shapes and sizes. Tiny, tall, hairy, pimpled-attacked faces and the list could go on but there was no time. They had to quickly conduct their plan of saving Larry.

Aaron walked over to a table and climbed it. He stood on top of the table in someone's egg salad while he screamed, "FOOD FIGHT!"

Food was flung from all different directions. People flipped over lunch tables for cover. The lunch ladies grabbed their spatulas and fought hungry preteens.