fandomhigh | Driver's Education - 3rd Period

The classroom had all the chairs cleared out this morning, leaving a rug with a TV playing a movie, a couple of cozy coupe and a few big wheels to keep the kids entertained. There were two kids sitting on Deadpool's desk, one was giving the entire class as disdainful look because she was so much cooler than any of them. The other tried to look the same but ended up grinning a lot.

Deadpool stepped forward and started to talk. "So! You all have your final coming up soon and you know what that means." A pause.

"That they're all gonna fail?" The girl asked.

"No, they're not all going to fail," Deadpool replied, much to her dismay. "It means that today is a blow off day during which we all pretend to study for the exam. Here's a hint kiddies, if you didn't crash the car, you'll probably pass the final. Whether or not you pass at the DMV is up to you."

The little boy disappeared halfway through this to go play on top of one of the cozy coupes. "KARYUU, GET DOWN BEFORE I GET PUNCHED BY ARASHI FOR GETTING YOU A CONCUSSION."

[[ooc: ~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up!]]

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Dude! Jude had the best babymommy ever!

This was going to get messy quickly as Jude aimed for Rikku and Rikku aimed for Jude and Bayla aimed for Jude and CHAOS. ANARCHY. In short, you have a ghastly mess.

"YOU GOT ME!" Bayla jumped off her Big Wheel and fell over dramatically. "I got all smooshed up 'n now the amby-lance has to come gets me and put my guts back in."

"I dunno," said Rikku, deadpan, looking over at her I-just-wanted-to-use-the-word-babydaddy-in-FH-again. "Those are a lot of guts. Gonna need a big amby-lance."

Jude crawled out of his Cozy Coupe and collapsed to his knees beside Bayla. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Not my little girl! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"It's okay, Daddy," Bayla announced in a stage whisper, jumping up to give him a hug. "I'm just pretendin'."

Jude hugged her back. "Phew. You had me worried, little girl-dude."

"Okay I'm gonna go be all dead 'gain but I'm just pretendin' still." She nodded reassuringly, and then did her best fake death. Which was ruined by her immediately hopping up and going, "Now an ambylance to fix me!"

Which was Rikku's cue to make the siren noise and chug around in circles, pulling up to a stop next to Bayla.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! This one's pretty serious! She's got guts everywhere. They're gonna have to go back in." She mimed picking up guts and stuffing them back into Bayla's abdomen.

"What do you say, Doc?" Jude pleaded, clasping his hands together under his chin. "Can she be saved?'

"It's gonna be a close one. First we've gotta get all these guts back in. Then we have to take her to the hospital," she nodded to the back of the classroom, "and ... operate."

Rikku wasn't entirely sure why they'd need to operate on someone whose guts were safely back inside, but operations were big and serious and dramatic, so she figured Bayla would go for it.

"Make sure I get anespetic," Bayla said serenely.

"Anespetic is for wusses," Jude told his daughter seriously, slinging her over his shoulder and heading for the "hospital".

Rikku grinned. "Yeah, I think we should use the rusty saw, too."

Bayla giggled. "Noooo! I don't need surg'ry! My guts are fixeded!"

"I dunno," Jude said thoughtfully, tickling her side. "You really don't need all these arms, do you?"

"She hardly even uses the left one, you know," Rikku grinned.

"Nooooo!" Bayla squealed and tried to wriggle free. "I do too use it! I need it for hugs 'n for grabbin' my board 'n for pushing mall cops down stairs."

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