' Will do.' Phil strolled casually to the teacher's lounge, and opened the door, much to the disapproving looks of the two teachers. ODDVERB'S ROOM!" Oh hey, that was one of the teachers that was in the lounge. "I HAVE IT WRITTEN DOWN!" He yelled again. "What's the combination?" Phil asked calmly.Īn embarrassed pause. "THIS IS RICHY!! HELP ME OUT!!" The now named voice begged. Phil tapped on the locker to show that he was listening. " SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF MY LOCKER!" The voice yelled.
Phil was stopped, however, by a muffled voice pleading for freedom. He walked up the stairs, to the right of Chubb, and made his way to his locker. Maybe his locker would have extra change.
So, he MacGuyver'ed a long-stick-sorta-thing and acquired the ten cents. However, it just so happened that he needed another stick-like thing to reach the dime on the shelf in the next room over. On most occasions, Phil would not exactly be happy to receive a bookmark, because he always managed to lose them, and usually ended up using torn pieces of paper instead. Read grinned as he placed the glasses over his nose. Soggy's glasses (' I hope he won't need these anymore.') It just so happens that Phil had a remedy for this exact situation! He handed the librarian Mr. You see, my eyesight is like a stuffed monkey doll." He paused for dramatic effect. "I'm a librarian, and I can't even read! Well, I can read, but only big-print books. "I'm feeling kind of depressed." He admitted. He walked through the library door very quietly, but Mr. The very bright fluorescent light caught the glimmering of a small and shiny silver coin on top of the very empty supply shelf, so Phil filed that information away for when he could make some sort of longer stick to pull the dime off and into his eager hands. Another peek in the men's room held no water, so onto the supply closet he went. Better avoid it until he has a good enough excuse to scrounge around for change. Actually, peeking in, there were two teachers in there. Miss Count's room and the auditorium were both locked and dark, so Phil continued down the hall, picking up a few pennies on the way to the teacher's lounge. Surely if he walked around and did random tasks for random people, they'd take pity on him and give the proper change needed for his freedom? Phil walked out of the lunch room, defeated only for a moment. He'll go down to the punch room and ask Mrs. This time, when Phil tried to get through the office door, Chubb was, yet again, being a very large obstacle, this time for want of some pudding.
I just need the counselor's keys, and I'll be free!' ' Pigs will probably be flying before I get out of here. On one side of the building, there was a brick wall, and on the other side, a locked door. Actually, that was kinda blurry.' What was he even thinking about? Ah. Phil picked up the glasses and took them with him anyway, just in case Mr. It 'twas only a single action later, when Phil heard the cries of, "I'm blind! I can't see!" And bear witness to his lazy teacher not caring about being unable to see. Phil probably could use the ruler that was on his desk and the gum on the globe to pick it up, probably. If only he still had that rubber band that he tossed in the vent near his strict, but lazy teacher, he'd shoot the teacher's glasses off and escape. He took a few glances around the room, and decided that remaining in school that day was simply not worth it.
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