fandomhigh | Detention, the Danger Shop (9/23)

Ms. Frizzle is waiting for the students inside the Danger Shop, which had been transformed to look like a lab environment. The teacher herself, however, was in a khaki dress with khaki pumps, a pith helmet atop her frizzy red hair, and two bones for earrings. "Good morning, students!" she trilled cheerfully when they arrived. There was a large blackboard leaning behind her with a list of names:

~~Belthazor~~
~~Sam Carter~~
John Constantine
~~William Kessler~~
~~Shrodinger~~
Seras Victoria

"Today for your detention, we're going to help out an old friend of mine! Dr. Carmina Skeledon is working at a dinosaur dig in the Badlands of Alberta, and I'm afraid that last time my class visited her we misplaced one of her fossils. But I think that this group is just the right people for the job! So!" She led the way out of the Danger Shop. "Everyone to the bus!"

[[Today's detention brought to you by The Magic School Bus: The Busasaurus. Feel free to have your characters believe they're still in the Danger Shop. Ms Frizzle won't disillusion anyone. No visitors for this one, due to temporal distance. You'll be back around 4pm FST. ~~Please to be waiting for OCD.~~

OCD up, have fun! Also, I don't have many icons, so my Brachiosaurus icon? Doesn't necessarily mean it's a Brachiosaurus. And I apologise in advance for spelling errors. I'll be around all day until about 6:30 AST, but I will be able to pick up pings tomorrow.]]

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Bel looked down at his new attire. "What the hell is this?" he said.

"The appropriate clothing, of course!" Ms Frizzle replied, unconsciously posing in her own.

"I like my own clothes better," Bel grumbled.

Ms Frizzle just laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "Too bad!"

"So let's get this over with," Bel said. "Where do we look for this egg?"

"I would imagine somewhere there are Albertasauri," Schrodinger said as he looked at his pith helmet.

Sam adjusted hers on her head. "Do we know what an Albertasaurus looks like?"

"They're part of the Tyrannosaurus family of dinosaurs!" Ms Frizzle announced. "Slightly smaller, but have the same large head, small forearms, and floating ribcage as their larger and more well-known cousins!"

"...and we want an egg why?"

"I told you! My friend, Dr. Skeledon, has misplaced hers!" Ms Frizzle struck a pose, pointing dramatically into the jungle. "Let's go!"

"Of course." Sam obediently followed Ms. Frizzle into the jungle, trying to ignore the feeling of foreboding she was getting.

"Floating ribcage?" Nevermind the fact that he'd never even heard of an Albertasaurus.

"If we're looking for a fossil, isn't this a little early for that? The egg won't be fossilized for, what, another, uhm, really long time?"

"Usually eons upon eons, plus there needs to be the compression of millions of years' worth of sediment on top of it," Sam said automatically as she brushed some leaves out of the way.

"Precisely," Ms Frizzle agreed from the head of the group. "And because it's an egg now, in 67 million years - or four o'clock, depending on how well this goes - it will be a fossil!"

Ms Frizzle's explanation did not answer Billy's question at all. But hey, he wasn't a paleontologist.

There was a crashing sound in front of them and the ground shook. A flock of . . . somethings lifted in the distance.

"Woah," Billy's eye was wide as he watched.

Detention, the Danger Shop (9/23)

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