Jun 14, 2012 08:20
After, once again, being handwavily informed to meet up in the Danger Shop, students were greeted by what appeared to be a themed restaurant. The sort of place that had the noisiest games and terrible prizes that weren't actually worth anything.
God help you all.
"It's that time, kids. It's time to see what happens when you put a dozen little rugrats in a room with soda and cake and a ballpit. Here's a hint: nothing nice," Deadpool informed the class. "It's all fun and games for the kids, but you're the one running around to make sure no one throws up in the the Whack-a-Mole machine and leaves you paying for the clean up."
Anakin (and Juliet, in a sparkly tiara because SOMEONE had turned three a few days ago) stood a bit in the back as Anakin tried really hard not wonder what was making his boots stick to the floor. He stepped forward, making a face. "The irritating theme animal will be out in thirty minutes, and there is nothing you can do to stop it. Believe me, I've begged."
Deadpool shuddered at the thought. "We've programmed a dozen kids for this party. One of 'em is lactose intolerant and ate a bunch of cheese pizza of dubious quality. Which one is it? That's the game."
Anakin smiled an evil smile. "The rest of them are high on sugar and almost out of tokens. Have fun."
There was no chance at all they would have fun.
childcare for idiots