ZAP!
Ms Fenwick was once again dancing the hula "“ BUT SHE HAD HER ORIGINAL HEAD! "What's going on here?!" she cried. It was an odd sight to see her overweight older pale head on a slender, tan, young, curvy body. It was obvious she couldn't control herself as she yelled but her body kept swaying in her coconut bra and grass skirt. Suddenly she began to violently shake her hips engaging in a rigorous Tahitian dance.
Mikey and the 3 girls took the opportunity to leave detention.
"Get back here" screamed Ms. Fenwick. "You are all in trouble!" That was the last thing they heard as Mikey closed the door behind him.
The gun was still flashing and the annoying beeping was still present. The three girls were shocked at what they just saw.
"How did you do that?" asked heavy-set, Trina. "Did that gun actually work?"
Lauren, the mousy one, softy spoke "What did you do? Is she stuck like that forever? Was that like, magic, or something?"
Tricia, the pretty blonde one, added in "Who cares She could've turned her into a pile of poo for all I care. As long as we're out of detention. I can't wait to tell everyone else what just happened."
Mikey knew that he'd have to silence them before things got out of control and faced the gun towards them
ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!
