fandomhigh | School Assembly, Friday afternoon, The Auditorium

Before the assembly, The Tick used the same mysterious process that chooses students for the detention lottery for another purpose.

He had written a play. Destiny told him that all the world was a stage and he was but a player, meaning that he was playing the part of someone that got people to play parts that he created. It was very meta.

Anyway, the curtains opened to start the assembly. It was time for The Tick's first play: A Time for Bagpipes.

[OOC: Cast, please handwave getting roped into this as a result of the announcements this morning. It may be a good idea to look at the plottery post to see what I told different people just so you can be better prepared.

Again, I'm very sorry about the last minuteness and the general WTFery of this. Feel free to go nuts, though. This is a play by The Tick that you had at best a couple hours to look over. Things need not make sense have fun. And thank you for volunteering and attempting to make this work!

Oh, and people in the later acts, don't feel obliged to wait for people in earlier acts. Jump in whenever.]

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"For awhile, she even tried to eat you like you were a hot dog," John told Dawn.

Katara thwapped John before scolding. "Husband! What I do or do not try to eat like a hot dog is not information to be shared with our daughter!"

"EWWWWWWWWWWWW," Dawn said, then remembered the script, "Er, I mean, I am not a food to be eaten! I am a human being!"

"I gave up everything for your mother," John said, faking a few tears. "She didn't think I'd ever amount to anything."

And then John looked at Katara. "Yo, Wilma Lou! I did it!"

"Oh Terrence. I always knew you would," Katara said, throwing her arms around him. "I was just afraid that you'd want to chew cud all the rest of your life."

While hugging his wife, John looked at Dawn and mouthed, "She's insane! Call the sanitarium."

Dawn whispered ~~LOUDLY~~ back, "We don't have a phone, remember?"

John made a shushing gesture and continued hugging his dear wife. "You're grounded, Macgillina!"

Katara looked up. "Don't you ground our daughter! She'll never catch a husband that way."

"And I suppose allowing you to teach her how to shovel hot dogs will catch her a husband?"

"I have a confession to make," Dawn announced. "You should sit, before I tell you that I...am allergic to hot dogs! Oh, I'm so ashamed."

Katara fainted.

John laughed at his wife.

School Assembly, Friday afternoon, The Auditorium

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