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Tink was so excited! Was Barney excited? He should be! This was their final! Tink had never written a final before, she hoped that they had done a good job. It was much easier once Barney explained that finals were stupid and they should go for the amusement factor.

Barney laughed evilly and whispered quietly to Tink.

Tink squeed and clapped her hands. Oh! Oh! This was going to be so much fun! Tell them about it, Barney!

"Welcome, Art of Cool students to your Final Exam," Barney announced dramatically deciding that if Tink was ready, the students had better be ready. "Today we have assembled you in the Danger Shoppe to assess what you've learned from this course. And to entertain ourselves one last time via Obstacle Course. God, I love teaching!"

Tink had to admit she'd been skeptical, but this teaching gig? Not nearly so scarring as she'd feared. Of course, it helped that she and Barney were already so cool that it probably hurt for the lesser types to be around them. Don't worry, lesser types! Your lameness hurts us, too!

Barney clutched his chest, "Truly and deeply." He hoisted a rather large nerf-ball launcher over his head. "Do not worry that your task seems simple, for as you progress through the Final Obstacle Course, you will risk being fired upon by both of your teachers. Completely randomly. And did I mention we have deadly aim?"

They did! Tink's own nerf ball launcher was much smaller than Barney's, but still much larger than, say, Tink. They would be watching and grading the students' performance through the obstacle course and taking in very serious considerations like style and performance and agility and not just when a really funny time would be to thwap someone in the head with a nerf ball. After all, they were professional educators. This was a very scientific final for reasons that the students were too dim to understand.

"Meaning you might randomly be shot with a nerf ball," Barney explained for those dim ones. "Now, may we present to you your Final Obstacle!"

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"NO!" Came the response, accompanied by a rather fast moving nerf ball.

Reno took the Nerf ball like a man. A man who, if his reaction was on television, might require a good deal of censor-bleeps.

"I ain't wearin' the damn dress!"

"Do you really want a computer error to place you in my class this summer?" Barney asked. "There are so many things I can arrange..."

Reno raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Oh. It was on.

"Bring it, bitch."

Tink zipped over merrily. Oh, my, was someone being obstinate and not wearing the dress?

Tink pulled the wand out of her cleavage and held it aloft in the air. What a fabulous wand it was. Did he know the sorts of things she could do with this wand? Did he want that suit to be pink with yellow and purple polka dots?

Did he want his hair to be pink with yellow and purple polka dots?

Did he really want to piss off a pixie with a loaded wand?

Reno was going to be obstinate all he wanted, damn--

....

Damn, Prom was tonight, wasn't it?

"Oh no. Not the suit. Anything but the suit."

See how worried he was about the suit? She should totally mess with the suit. Whatever would he do without his dear suit?

Did he know what might be fun? Making his skin pink with yellow and purple polka dots, and then having his hair be something entirely different! Like green with black diagonal stripes. And that suit needed to be neon velour.

If only something could distract this pixie from her evil prom-ruining ways.

Like, say, a highly trained covert ops specialist wearing a princessy ball gown.

Reno eyed the fairy skeptically.

"I squashed bugs a lot bigger than you, princess."

Reno was not at his most intelligent, today.

Tink was waving her wand slowly. One of them here could keep the other from banging whatever deranged slut he was dragging to prom. Little circles. One of them could make the other fuschia. Did he want to play? Did he really? No. He wanted to put on the dress like a good boy and move on to the ball pit already.

She'll use the wand. And she'll die laughing when she does.

.....

"There ain't no such thing as a compromise here, is there?"

Reno was still wary of the dress.

The Art of Cool: Final, Period 2 (Friday, April 25)

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