fandomhigh | Science! (Thursday, Period 7)

Ms Frizzle and Liz were playing catch as the class arrived, her ensemble for the day having a definite baseball theme, from her dangling softball-shaped earrings, to her bat-and-diamond print dress. "Good afternoon, class!"

"Today is all about motion!" she announced, pacing in front of the class and slipping suddenly, windmilling for a moment before catching herself. "Whoops! Not enough friction there! Sometimes friction, the force of my foot against the floor, for example, is a good thing." She stopped by the end of her lab bench and thrust a finger in the air. "Liz, slide me my class notes"

The lizard obliged, pushing a thick towards the woman. And although she pushed so hard she flopped over onto her scaly stomach, the book stopped sliding halfways across, still out of reach of the teacher.

"And," Ms Frizzle continued, a worrying smile beginning to spread across her face, "Sometimes it isn't. Hikaru, if you wouldn't mind, we'll need that book I leant you."

She picked up the book and began flipping through until she reached the page she was looking for. She held up the book, displaying a picture of a baseball diamond. "Imagine, children, a world without friction! You wouldn't be able to do this -" she jumped to the left, and took another step to the right "- or this -" she hopped a few steps of the Schottishe "- even if it would be easier to do this!" And she executed a Risky Business-esque slide across the front of the classroom.

She stopped. "I know!" she said suddenly. Her earrings began to glow. She snapped the book closed, thrust one hand in the air, and began marching out of the classroom. "Everyone to the bus!"

[[Thank you to everyone who offered their hugs, it means a lot. Things are being resolved, I'll try to pick up pings when I can. And yes, this lesson might look a little familiar. ~~Please wait for the OCD.~~ Play ball!]]

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The score a clear and decisive tie, Ms Frizzle blew her whistle again. "Game called on account of school!" she called, and the blimp!bus collected the students from the frictionless field and set them back on the text of the page. The bus landed and became bus-shaped again and everyone climbed back aboard.

But before the bus could drive away, the book blew shut! The bus was trapped! Liz gunned the engine and the wheels spun, but the bus didn't move. The weight of the pages above them were creating too much friction! And Ms Frizzle doesn't seem inclined to do anything about it.

[[Problem solving time! The bus is stuck like this (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/rostand/msbball_trapped.jpg). The letters on both sides of the page detach, like blocks of wood. Which will help get the bus unstuck.]]

Turtle went for the first obvious answer: "Do we have any explosives?"

"Personally, I don't bring explosives on high school field trips," Mac said.

"Yeah," Turtle said with a heavy sigh, "me, neither..."

Mac shrugged. "Not much call for them most of the time," she continued. "How often does a school bus get stuck in a book, anyway? I'm thinking it's a pretty small number, statistically speaking."

Turtle nodded. "It's got to be in the low, one to three percentile, I imagine, and that's including bookmarks shaped like buses."

"That makes sense. I've never seen a bus bookmark," Mac commented.

Mac looked over at Ms Frizzle. "She doesn't really seem to care that we're stuck, does she," Mac said with a vague gesture to the front of the bus.

"No," Turtle said with a frown, "she doesn't."

"So..." Mac looked around. "We're just staying here. Stuck between a load of letters."

Valentine really couldn't care less if he was back to class on time.

But being smaller than a letter on a page? He really didn't want to be trapped that way for the rest of his life.

So, he did what Valentines do best in situations like this. He flailed his arms about until an errant "W" hit him in the face after being flung into the air by the spinning wheels of the bus.

"Bloody--! AUGH!"

Sokka looked around at the other students. "Well, don't just sit there!" he exclaimed. "Come on!"

He shouldered his way through the bus doors, hopped up on the bus's hood, and threw his back into trying to push the book open.

"That won't work," Lucas said, climbing out on top of the roof. "The book's too heavy and there's friction with the air when you try to push it. We're too small. Maybe if we were bigger or if there was some way to lubricate the bus."

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