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Madrox. School Board. Thinking. Insanity.

Today there was no Danger Shop. ~~ONLY ZUUL~~ Only a bunch of craft supplies and a whole lot of socks.

Yes. Socks.

Additionally there was a small puppet stage in the front of the classroom and a smiling Jamie Madrox.

"Is there anything more noble than the theater?" Jamie asked as the students settled down. "Sure. Feeding the poor. Teaching men to fish. Pro wrestling. But does they truly capture the drama that is the theater? No. It doesn't Today we'll be taking our own approach to theater using my favorite medium... the humble sock puppet."

Jamie gestured to the pile of socks and craft supplies. "Today you'll be creating your own sock puppets and then performing your own short skit. While you all prepare your sock puppets, I shall perform my own show for you to learn from."

And with that being said, Jamie reached into his own pocket and pulled out a sock puppet and put it on his hand.

"Hello, old friend," Jamie said with a smile.

"You're an effing moron," the puppet replied. "Where's the brothel with the pigmentally challenged hookers?"

"I've missed you too," Jamie replied. "Let's get started shall we?"

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"That was quick," Karla the puppet noted. "Kiss! Kiss!"

"Some enchanted eveninnnnnnng. When you find your true love!" Anakin the puppet sang adoringly to his Bel puppet.

"Sorry my love," Warren the puppet declared. "I was waylaid by an evil mutant and transformed but I'm blue and better now. However I still have angst about what I've become."

"Dude. Just sing about it," Claudia the puppet advised. "Then I won't have to hear those two sing showtunes any more."

And so the lighting changed, with Warren in the spotlight. The music changed and all the puppets lined up behind Warren in a choir style fashion.

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
I’m just out to find
The better part of me

As Warren the puppet sang all the puppets began to sway and sing the musical tones of the song. Much like that music show on NBC hosted by Nick Lachey. Or maybe like Glee but with less instruments.

I’m more than a bird...i’m more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It’s not easy to be me

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I’ll never see

The chorus was slightly disrupted when the Ben puppet ran by again this time completely naked. However he was just being chased by an Ender puppet so it's all okay.

It may sound absurd...but don’t be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed...but won’t you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
It’s not easy to be meeeeeeee

Just then another puppet wearing a scarf over his face popped up. "Not easy being you? Bloke! Try being me! I have no effing face! see?"

And then the Jono pulled down his scarf causing a large fireball to erupt from the puppet obscuring the stage. When the smoke cleared there was a pile of burnt puppets hanging over the stage with only the leather clad puppet known as Cara and of course Jono.

"Oops," Jono said and quickly exited stage right.

"That was kind of cool," Cara noted before falling over on top of the pile of sock puppets.

"And thus ends our tale," Jamie said stepping forward and taking a bow.

Whether there was applause or not.

...well then. Ben would just be going home to live under his bed FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE, THANK YOU.

"Kill me," he whimpered.

"I'll kill you if you kill me," Warren volunteered. Helpfully.

The googly eye that he'd dropped earlier was now a permanent fixture on his pant leg. He'd worry about that at some point when he wasn't completely mortified.

"Deal," Ben said immediately. "And I'm never going to be able to look Granddad in the eyes again."

"I might have nightmares of every song ever performed during that show," Warren agreed, attempting to hide behind his ~~majestic~~ wingspan. "And socks. Mostly socks."

Well since it was ~~so majestic~~ right there, Ben was going to try to hide behind it too.

"I've never been so grateful that Ender is a weirdo who doesn't wear socks in my life," he declared fervently.

Hey, anyone who wanted to hide behind his ~~majestic, majestic~~ wingspan was perfectly welcome to, just so long as they weren't going to laugh or something while they were in there.

"I'm pretty sure that after this, I've got a fair case for turning Karla off of them, too."

"Bet it'll be at least a week before she says 'kiss, kiss' again," Ben said with a shudder.

"Either that, or Professor Madrox is going to have to start watching his back for using her catchphrase that way," Warren agreed, shaking his head. Slowly. sadly. "I guess we'll see if he makes it through the day."

"If anyone taped it and shows it to Granddad there might be a few more Professor Madroxes wandering around with black eyes tomorrow," Ben guessed.

"... Oh, man. Why didn't I think to tape it?"

Hindsight, damn it. Hindsight.

Not that Warren was feeling horribly vindictive or anything. Honest.

"Because you were too busy looking for a hole to hide in?"

That might have just been Ben, though.

"I need a pretty big hole," Warren sulked. "Unless someone hacks my wings off with glowsticks - what the hell - and then turns me blue and gives me robot wings how would that even work!?"

... It was probably for the best if nobody ever took Warren to the side and explained that one to him.

"No idea," Ben admitted, "but at least your puppet had clothes on the entire time?"

"Yeah, I guess there's that. My bare sock body wasn't exposed for the entire world to see," Warren sighed, shaking his head a bit. "My socky dignity survived that blow."

"But you were blue," Ben said. "I think we're probably tied for puppet infamy."

The less said about the glitter flags, the happier Ben would be.

"I think I can live with a tie."

And now Warren was right back on his previous lament again.

"Who goes soul-searching and comes back blue anyhow?" He was totally not whining, shut up. "What was I doing? Holding my breath?"

"Getting really drunk and full-bodied tattooed?" Ben suggested.

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Seifer would just be sitting here, snickering quietly.

Cara wasn't sure whether to be pleased puppet her apparently managed to survive the play, or disturbed that yet another teacher had decided she liked fires.

...of course there was always option three, plotting to feed Jamie his own puppets.

"Well, that was a vast over-simplification," Claudia noted. "Where'd he get the tiny goggles?"

Annie was staring.

And pondering faking passing out so she could leave.

Dave was stuck on one point. WHY WOULD ANYONE GIVE HIM DECAF? WHY?

Sorry about the lack of concern, Warren.

...

...

...

...Karla had no words.

"Now this is a fun class!" Mercy said with a grin.

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