fandomhigh | Management Theory [Tuesday, March 3, 4th period]

Today, when the students arrived, they would find Yzma wearing the same charming goggles and lab coat ensemble as the rest of them.

"Sometimes," she began, "traditional means of getting your point across to the clearly inferior--talking, yelling, kicking them with pointy shoes--simply do not work! Sometimes they will not let you win at shuffleboard and make fun of your hair!" She coughed. "Not that that has happened to me. Sometimes you have no choice but to resort to...CHEMISTRY!"

She cackled madly as thunder pealed and a cabinet full of pink vials opened up behind her.

"It is difficult to win at shuffleboard when you don't have opposable thumbs!" she giggled to herself.

"Pair up, and make sure you each take a vial. One person drinks the vial--or drops it on the floor, it doesn't really matter--and the other person observes what happens! Then switch!"

Somehow she didn't think the second person would be all that anxious to drink the potions after they observed what happened.

"All effects--if there are any--will wear off before class is over! And no taking potions out of the class with you."

And this was a totally effective management technique where she came from. Yzma's country was odd.

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Meg was studying her vial. Logically she knew she shouldn't drink anything from the crazy teacher. But at the same time, Meg was pretty sure the administration would frown on Yzma giving them anything that would hurt them.

To drink or not to drink...

"You're not SERIOUSLY considering drinking that, are you?" Agnes asked. Her own potion she slipped into a pocket, so she could study it later.

"Maybe?" Meg shrugged. "What's the worse that can happen? It's not like she can kill us."

"I don't think I want to find out what the worst that could happen is," Agnes pointed out. "And I DEFINITELY don't want to find out the hard way how long the effects last."

"She did say it would wear off before class was over." She looked at the potion, weighing the risks. Weird experience that ended before class was over versus a weird experience that didn't end. "It might be fun to do something weird and unusual for a change. Besides, I could send a picture to my brothers. They'd be amused if I turned purple or something."

Agnes shrugged. "If it's all right, I'll just wait and watch what happens to you. I'm not sure I'm feeling adventurous today."

"Ninety-nine percent of the time, I'm so far from adventurous, it's scary. Or boring. Probably mostly boring." Unless it was a ski hill. That was a completely different situation.

Meg pulled out her phone and held it out to Agnes. "Take a picture for me?"

Agnes blinked at the phone worriedly.

Oh, boy! You get to look incredibly stupid now!

She discovered the menu pretty quickly, and it took her all of four seconds to figure out how to send something called a "text message", but the camera feature seemed to be eluding her. "How exactly would I do that, again?" she asked.

"This button here," she said, reaching over and hitting the little camera icon. The screen changed from her background photo to a blur as the camera moved around. "Just point and shoot."

Agnes smiled, trying not to feel stupid, and took a quick picture of Meg. "Here we have the 'before' picture," she announced."

"And now," Meg said theatrically. "We'll go for the after."

She pulled the cap of the vial, took a deep breath, and drank it down.

There was a flash of pink smoke and when it cleared, there was...

...a wee baby goat (http://www.babygoatfarm.com/PaintedBabyGoat.jpg)

"Mhhaaaaa!!!"

Agnes grinned and snapped a few pictures. "THIS is why I didn't want to drink the potion," she giggled. "You're awfully cute, though."

"Mhhhaaaa!!!" Meg bleeted again. She took a few unsteady steps and tried to butt lightly against Agnes' leg.

Agnes frowned and petted Meg's head. "Oh, please tell me you're still you inside there?" she asked. "If you don't change back, I'm not feeding and caring for you."

Meg the baby goat bumped her head against Anges' hand. There was that spot right...there. She bleeted happily.

She was going to be very embarrassed when the spell wore off.

Management Theory [Tuesday, March 3, 4th period]

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