*The class was determined... They all began preparing their dishes to show Mr. Fromage a thing or two about cooking.
After they'd all left... Mr. Fromage sat there in his chair... Chuckling in the empty room...*
Mr. Fromage : -=Gotta give the kids credit... They've got high hopes.=- ...
*He picks up his briefcase, putting it down on the desk. He clicks a switch, and a grinding sound comes from the case. The sound of paper tearing and shredding can be heard.*
Mr. Fromage : -=Oh well... I guess someone's gotta teach 'em that even the "bad guy" wins from time to time...=- *Snickers* -=Bad guy... That was a good one...=-
*His briefcase made a disturbing pop.... Then smoke started to seep from the cracks.*
Mr. Fromage : Eh? *Looks closely.* What've we got here~?
*Within a few moments... the briefcase burst open. Whipped cream burst out of the case, pasting his face.*
Mr. Fromage : GAK! *Spitting and sputtering.* WHAT THE!?
*The whipped cream was then followed by a brick, launched smacking him in the middle of the face.*
Mr. Fromage : YEAHH!!! *Topples over onto the ground, K.O'd.* @_@
*A note was attached to the brick...*
" They were all out of cherries to put on top. Hope you like the pie. With Love~ TDFKAEO

"
*** Meanwhile... In the Royal Tipsy Room ... ***
Big Al : *Opens the door, walking in, muttering to himself...* An odd request indeed. *He kneels down, and begins digging around in a cupboard, gently moving it's contents around.* While I don't mind helping out our youth of tomorrow with their homework, I am highly concerned that I'm aiding young hooligans in acquiring booze!
*He closes the cupboard, and moves over to another one, and continues searching...*
Big Al : Hmm... Maybe I should instead give them what we give the Princess! *Picks up a bottle stuffed way in the back labeled "Royal Import Sake", and gently pulls it out.* Yeah, this'll do just fine. ^_^ ... O_o Now how am I supposed to get it there? *He lightly shutters, remembering the last time he went over to Panzers' house...* I can't allow myself to get caught in that situation again... Not with his Grandmother...
*He sets the bottle down, putting his hands on top of his head... slightly shaking.*
Big Al : She'll ask me to stay for supper again... Of course I'll have to be polite... And they'll probably serve meatloaf again... because she thinks I like meatloaf... but I don't! I don't like meatloaf! It's so meaty and loafy! Ohhh~ What am I going to do~
?? : *From Behind...* Oh~ don't worry Big Al. I'll take it over for you! *Picks up the bottle, and begins skipping off.*
Big Al : *Sighs, relaxing a bit.* Ahhh~ Thanks a lot!
?? : *Stops, poking her head back into the room.* Oh! Where is this thing going again?
Big Al : *Looks back towards the door.* Ah! It's going over to Dash St. Pierre's house!
?? : Yeah... I don't know where that is. *Smiles.* Oh! But he's the part-time pizza boy! I'll just stop by there and ask where he lives! *Continues skipping off.*
Big Al : *Wipes his brou.* Phew... I'm glad she came along... Otherwise I'd have to... *His look of calm turned to a look of horror.* OH NO NOT AGAIN!!! *He quickly gets up and dashes off.* WAIT!!!
*Before Big Al gets too far... the lights in the room cut out, and the door slammed shut... plunging Big Al into darkness...*
Big Al : T_T ... Why didn't I close the door behind me?