When I got to school, one of my classmates got the idea to put on fake teeth as a prank for our teacher, Miss. Shields. He had fake teeth for us all, and we thought it would be a good idea at the time.

Ralphie: *Putting in fake teeth*
Student 3: She's coming, quick.
Students: *Getting to their seats while snickering*
Miss. Shields: Settle down class.
Students: *Stops snickering*
Miss. Shields: *Writing her name on the board* Good morning class.
Students: Good morning Miss. Shields! *Laughing*
Miss. Shields: *Staring at students*
Students: *Putting their heads down so Miss. Shields can't see the fake teeth.*
Miss. Shields: *Knocks on dawati twice*
Students: *Walking to dawati to hand over fake teeth*
Miss. Shields: *Puts fake teeth into her desk* Now, I want all of wewe to open your vitabu to page 32, learning measurements. Twelve inches equals a hoof.

Three hours later was recess. Flick, and Schwartz were at the flag pole, still arguing about the tongue sticking to metal surfaces in cold weather. Everypony gathered around, but it wasn't anything serious.

Flick: Are wewe kidding? Stick my tongue to that stupid pole? That's dumb!
Schwartz: That's 'cause wewe know it'll stick!
Flick: You're full of it!
Schwartz: Oh yeah?
Flick: Yeah!
Schwartz: Well I double-dog-dare ya!

Now it was serious. A double-dog-dare. What else was there but a "triple dare you"? And then, the coup de grace of all dares, the sinister triple-dog-dare.

Schwartz: I Triple-dog-dare ya!

Schwartz created a slight breach of etiquette kwa skipping the triple dare and going right for the throat!

Flick: Alright, alright. *Slowly goes towards the flag pole, and sticks his tongue out*
Schwartz: Well go on smart ass, and do it.
Flick: I'm going, I'm going!

Flick's spine stiffened. His lips curled as his tongue touched the pole.

Flick: This is nuts. *Tries to songesha tongue* stuck? Stuck? *Gets scared* Stuck!! STUCK!!!
Students: *Surprised*
Flick: *Crying* STUCK!! STUUUUUCK!!!
Schwartz: Whoa, it really works.
Flick: AHHHHHHH!!!
Students: *Hearing the kengele ring, and running back to school*
Flick: Wait! Don't leave me, don't leave me.
Ralphie: But the kengele rang.
Schwartz: Well, what do we do?
Ralphie: I don't know, the kengele rang. *Runs to school*
Schwartz: *Shrugs, and runs to school*
Flick: Don't leave me! Don't leave me, come back!! *Tries to songesha his tongue* Ahhhhh, AHHH!!
Miss. Shields: *Looking at her students in the classroom* Where's Flick? Has anypony seen Flick?

Flick? Flick who?

Miss. Shields: I alisema has anypony seen flick? Ralphie. Do wewe know where Flick is?
Ralphie: *Shakes head no*
Miss. Shields: I said, has anypony seen Flick? *Sees student raising hoof* Yes Miss. Pickalo?
Jenny Pickalo: *Pointing out window*
Miss. Shields: *Looks out window, and sees Flick outside with his tongue stuck on the pole* Oh my god! *Runs outside of classroom*
Students: *Getting towards the window, and looks outside*
Ralphie: *Stays at his desk*
Miss. Shields: *Standing inayofuata to Flick*
moto Ponies: *Arriving in a moto truck*
Student: *Gets excited* Holy cow, it's the moto department.
Ralphie: Oh no.
Police Ponies: *Arrive in a police car*
Students: *Gets very excited* Wow, it's the cops!
moto Ponies: *Talking to Miss. Shields*
Police Ponies: *Talking to Flick*
moto Ponies: *Pulling on Flick, forcing his tongue off of the pole*
Students: *Cheering*

A few dakika later, Miss. Shields escorted Flick back into the classroom. She looked a little irritated, while Flick sadly, but calmly returned to his desk.

Miss. Shields: *Looking around classroom* Now. I know that some of wewe put him up to this. But he has refused to say who. But those who did it know their blame. *Looks at Ralphie* And I'm sure that the guilt wewe feel will be far zaidi worse then any punishment wewe may receive.
Ralphie: *Shakes head yes*
Miss. Sheilds: Now. Don't wewe feel terrible? Don't wewe feel any remorse for what wewe have done? Well, that's all I'm going to say about poor Flick. *Walks to her desk*

Adults upendo to say things like that, but kids knew better. We knew darn well it was always better not to get caught.

Miss. Shields: Now colts, and fillies. I'm going to give wewe an assignment. I want wewe to write... A theme.
Students: *Complaining*
Miss. Shields: What I want for Christmas.

Aha, the clouds have lifted.

Miss. Shields: And I wanted handed in tomorrow-

I finally saw a light out of the dark cave of doom. I knew Miss. Shields gave me the answer on how to get my BB gun. Somehow.

2 B Continued