"Good afternoon, class!" Ms Frizzle said, as cheerful as ever as she bounced and pirouetted into class. Today's dress was covered in lightning bolts, with matching earrings. "I apologise for my absence last week! Don't we all dislike being ill? Thank you, Hikaru, for doing a wonderful job in my place
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"We are now the size of atoms!" Ms Frizzle announced cheerfully from the front seat. As they were sucked down the powerlines, she lectured on the makeup of atoms and the exchange of electrons that created electricity.
"Something has interrupted the flow of electrons to the classroom. We're on our way to the power plant, which produces electricity and sends it whooshing off to our homes and businesses! Any ideas how?"
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"Now please, stay in your seats as we're about to get sucked into it."
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"How does it do that? Make the power, I mean?"
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Turtle's initial thought was actually 'slave labor,' but she modified it a little to be more...PC.
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There was a gap in the wiring where it looked like it had just frayed apart. The bus zoomed off the end and there was a flash and the students were sprawled across the floor in the dark.
[[Problem solving time!]]
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