Remember, this is not a serious story at all. Keep that in mind. I have tried to fix the format this time to make it easier to read, and a cast of characters would be impossible, seeing that there are over a thousand kids in my school, and around, I think, two hundred in my grade at the time of this story, and I have tried to include as many as I can. Sorreh! As always, names have been changed to protect the innocent. Okay, here is the story about the lunch ladies in this play: They are actually REAL descriptions of the REAL lunch ladies in our REAL cafeteria. So there. And they REALLY do say: Honey, baby, seetheart, and pumpkin pie to us. A lot. Especially the one with the black hair.


As the group of girls settled down to lunch, Angel, still being a drama queen, still was bawling. Catherine, the flowery one, yanked out a lunchbox, and quickly gobbled down her lunch, then bounced around the lunchroom asking various people for food. Jackie, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, said, "So, how did you like the story?" The girl in the pirate shirt nodded solemnly and replied, "Very much…I like the old man and the apples…" She laughed, and Angel shrieked, "HOW CAN YOU BE LAUGHING WHEN I DROPPED MY PEN?!" Jackie and Abby shrugged, turning back to their lunch. Suddenly, a group of girls dressed in pink bunny suits came bounding in, led by a tanned girl with black hair tied back in a ponytail. It was Sheila, and the bunny club.

"Angel dropped her pen?!" they gasped, sitting down for lunch. Yanking out a bagel smothered in cream cheese, Sheila said, "That's horrible! The last story I heard of someone dropping their pen… Well," She looked at Blue-Sweatshirt-Hero, whose name was Danielle, "You know…" Angel shook her head.

"I don't." She then turned to Danielle. "Can you tell me?" Danielle nodded, and gravely said, "She died." Angel leapt up, screaming shrilly, and ran to the lunch lady who was selling ICE CREAM. ((Sorry, I just had to capitalize that!)) Falling onto her knees before her, Angel shrieked, "Oh save meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! I drooooooopppeeeeddd my peeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnn!!!!" The lunch lady's eyes widened, and she helped up.

"Aw, honey, sweetie, cutie, baby! It's all right." Standing up and smoothing her uneven black hair, she said, "Girls, let's cheer this honeybabysweetiepumpkinpie up!" An entire host ((Actually, only 5)) of cafeteria ladies filed out. Leading then was the principle of the school, Kernel Sanders. Amy blinked, staring wide eyed. Every single one of the cafeteria workers, and the principle, were wearing flashy cancan outfits. Leaping into line with her fellow luncheterias, the KFC man announced, "IT'S TIME TO SING!!!" They grinned, and madly burst into a cancan. ((This part MUST be sung out loud to the tune of the cancan. If you don't, I will know, and shall come murder you with a rubber duck.))

"Oh, honey, baby, sweetheart, where has your pen gone, oh wheeeere is your pen? Oh, pumpkin pie, what has happened to your penpenpenpenpen? YEAH!!!!!" After this brilliant achievement, they quickly got back to their places, and resumed work. Suddenly, a boy with blond-tipped hair stood up. It was Clay, and he looked quite like a hedgehog. (( Trust me, he really did, before he moved.)) Being the jerky jerk he was, he crowed, "PEN FIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!" Suddenly, a million pens were flying through the air, most of them aimed at Angel. Screaming in horror and fright, Angel began frantically dodging pens. The Bunny's quickly gathered the group of girls, and they all formed a protective circle around Angel. Walking out of the cafeteria, they flung plastic knives and fruit at anyone who dared throw a pen at Angel. Once they were out of the madhouse that was the cafeteria safely, an ominous voice suddenly said, "I heard you dropped your pen."


STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT SCENE: SCARY FAIRY!!! Coming soon ((I hope)) to a theatre near you.

If this pulls in at least 2 or 3 good reviews, I shall continue. If it doesn't I may continue any way.