7th, February 2033
It's Monday, and school has started for Cory, Patricia & Vicki. They all get on the school bus, and head to class, Mr. Notefellow was delighted to see the two kids.
Mr. Notefellow: Good morning, Cory! Good morning, Patricia! How are you?
Cory: Not good.
Mr. Notefellow: Something wrong?
Cory: My grandma died a bit ago, me and Patricia had to go to her funeral, dad had been crying like crazy.
Mr. Notefellow: Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry for your loss. At least you have me.
Patricia: Yeah.
Mr. Notefellow: Yeah, that's hot.
Cory: Hot? What do you mean?
Mr. Notefellow: Oh, um.. this outfit is making me hot. Whew!
Cory: Oh, okay.
At lunch time. Cory, Patricia, Theo and Vicki are sitting next to each other at the same lunch table. They were just chatting about life, and Theo has bought up Brenda Boar.
Theo: Hey, ummm.. Last week, I saw Brenda Boar crying at the playground.
Patricia: Ha! Serves her right!
Theo: Brenda may be a big fat poopy meanie, but sometimes, you gotta feel sorry for her.
Cory: Feel sorry? Why feel sorry for a mean girl who bullied my sister?
Theo: Well, I heard she was uhhh.. uhhh..
Vicki: Uhh what? Spill!
Theo: She was bullied by a teacher.
Patricia: A teacher? Really?
Theo: Maybe, but that's all I know.
A bit later, during recess, Cory & Patricia are just playing outside on the playground, Brenda Boar approaches the two with her head hanging low with a frown on her face, it wasn't an angry frown, it was a sorrowful frown.
Brenda: Patricia?
Patricia: What do you want, fat head?
Brenda: Please.. I just..
Patricia: What? You wanna beat the living tar out of me?
Brenda: No.. I wanna say I'm sorry..
Patricia: What?
Brenda: I'm really sorry for picking on you for the past time or so. I just wanted to have friends, but no one likes me.
Cory: Well, being a bully won't get you friends anytime soon. The way to get a friend is be a friend. You gotta be nice.
Patricia: I agree with my brother! Why were you so mean to me?
Brenda: (Deep breath) My mom died last July.
Cory: Huh?
Brenda: My mom got into a bad car accident last July, and her car was totaled. I felt very sad because I loved my mom so much.. (sniff) Ever since the death of my mother, my life was never the same again. All this bullying is pretty much a part of that.
Cory: So, the death of your mom made you bully people?
Brenda: Afraid so.. but.. you were right. Being a bully won't get me friends anytime soon. I feel horrible. (Cries)
Cory: There, there, it's not too late to redeem yourself.
Brenda: What can I do?
Cory: You can say you're sorry to the kids you were mean to.
Brenda: It'll never work.
Cory: Now, Brenda, It's not okay to jump to conclusions, you'll never know until you try it.
Brenda: Alright, I'll do it. Thanks, Cory, and Patricia, I'm very sorry for all the things I did and said to you.
Patricia: I forgive you.
Brenda: And also, I'm very sorry for your grandma's death. She didn't deserve it.
Patricia: Thank you, Brenda.
Brenda: I'll see you two around.
Brenda walks away from Cory & Patricia with a relieved look on her face so that she can apologise to all the kids she picked on at the playground. Luckily, all the kids forgave Brenda for her ferocious behaviour and they understood what she's been through. Recess was over, so it's time for the kids to go back to their classrooms and resume learning.
At Sierra's house, Chase came to visit her house, and she wasn't happy about that because of how mean Chase is to his own daughter. He takes a look around her and Vinegar's house, and called it "cheap".
Chase: Cheap house you got, Sierra.
Sierra: Don't say that, daddy! It's better than no house!
Chase: Yeah? Our house you were born in? It was a whole lot better than this fucking house of yours! Even though there's only 2 fucking bedrooms, but still better than this piece of shit!
Sierra: Daddy! Stop it!
Chase: Lemme guess, that hillbilly bought this house?
Sierra: Daddy! He's not a hillbilly! He's a photographer!
Chase: Oh, sure! A photographer who likes to get drunk on the job! (Sees a dress of Sierra's) What the hell is this?
Sierra: That's my favourite dress, daddy!
Chase: I can make it better. (Spits on it)
Sierra: DADDY!!
Chase: Not enough? Well, (Rubs Sierra's dress on his rear end)
Sierra: Nooo! NOOOO!!! YOU RUINED MY FAVOURITE DRESS, DADDY!
Chase: Fuck that anyways! You look like a hooker wearing it!
Sierra: I hate you more!
Chase: I hate YOU more, you little bitch!
Sierra: You're the worst father ever!
Chase: Cry about it, shit eater!
Sierra: I am crying about it! See?!
Chase: (Remorseless laugh)
Chase left the door open, causing Orville to hear his father's laughs from the house along with Sierra's cries. Orville followed the sound, and it lead to Vinegar's house and invited himself in it.
Orville: Dad! What are you doing?!
Chase: Get the fuck out of here, Orville! You have no business here!
Orville: Oh, I have business! I am your son!
Chase: I'm trying to ruin Sierra's stupid ass dress!
Orville: Ruining it? By spitting and shitting on it?!
Chase: And a cherry on top.. (Rips the dress)
Sierra: (Screams, bangs her fist on the floor)
Orville: Dad! How could you?!
Chase: Wahh! Wahh! My youngest daughter cries about it! Wahh! Wahh! All she does is cry! Wahh! Wahh! Cry and shit! Cry and shit! Wahh! Wahh! Enjoy your new dress, you little bitch baby! Ha!
Orville: What the fuck is wrong with you?! You think you could just destroy my little sister's dress like that?! Huh?!
Chase: Why? Ain't no way she shot out my dick and fertilized Jennifer's cooch! I can't imagine a bigger fucking disappointment my daughter is! I thought Jennifer was having another boy, but nope! It's another c*nt who cries about dumb shit all the time!
Orville: Fuck you, dad! (Pushes Chase down)
Chase: Owww! I can't get up! Orville, you little son of a bitch!
Orville: You won't get away with insulting your poor daughter like this!
Chase: Like you have room to talk, you fucking queer!
Orville: Shut up! (Kicks Chase in the face, throws him out the house, and Chase leaves)
Chase: I WILL BE BACK!!
Orville: Sierra..?
Sierra: (Sniff) Orville..?
Orville: Are you alright?
Sierra: No..
Orville: Dad has really gone far and done it this time.
Sierra: Why does he hate me..
Orville: Hell, if I know. But for whatever reason it is, it's a dumb and sexist reason to hate you. Ever since I came out of the closet, he hated me too.
Sierra: He hates everyone! He hates women, gays, trans, Mexicans, etc.
Orville: I know, he's a massive asshole. He's a massive cocksucker.
Sierra: I'm going to look for Cucumber.
Orville: I'll go with you.
Sierra: Thanks, Orville. I love having a big brother like you.
Orville: And it's not bad to have a little sister like you and Jin.
Sierra: Thank you.
Orville walks Sierra to Cucumber's place, knocks on the door, and Cucumber answers it.
Cucumber: Sierra? Orville? What's going on? Make it quick.
Orville: Well, dad was at it again.
Cucumber: Sierra? What happened?
Sierra: Daddy.. he just.. (Sobs)
Cucumber: He just what?
Orville: He destroyed her favourite dress.
Cucumber: Oh god..
Sierra: (Hugs Cucumber crying with her mascara running down from the tears)
Cucumber: Awww.. (Hugs Sierra too)
Sierra: I love you, Cucumber..
Cucumber: I love you too, Sierra. Don't ever listen to the words your dad says.
Orville: She's not the only one to be insulted, he insulted me, too. He called me the Q word.
Cucumber: How dare that man!
Orville: If my mom was still talking with us, she'd kick my dad's crippled ass!
Cucumber: I'm very sorry for you two. You are great people. Now, if you'll excuse us, we gotta pick up our kids for school.
Sierra: I gotta pick up Vicki anyways.
Orville: Do you mind if I go with you, Sierra?
Sierra: Not a problem, Orville.
Cucumber & Pickles hop into their car, Sierra & Vinegar hop in the car, and Orville sits in the back passenger seat to keep Sierra company and drive to the school.
Hours have passed, and after the bell rang, the kids got out, except for Patricia, because Mr. Notefellow wanted to talk to her, nothing serious.
Mr. Notefellow: Patricia?
Patricia: Yes, Mr. Notefellow?
Mr. Notefellow: So, tomorrow, I want you to dress nice for pictures.
Patricia: Pictures? But it's not time for Spring pictures yet.
Mr. Notefellow: I know, but I just wanted to give it a leg up. Leg up.. hot..
Patricia: What are you talking about?
Mr. Notefellow: Oh, I was just thinking about what I'm planning to uhhh.. have for dinner tonight, hot chicken legs!
Patricia: Oh. But what do you mean leg up?
Mr. Notefellow: I meant that, I just wanna give it a head start. Head.. hehehe.
Patricia: Oh, okay. May I be excused?
Mr. Notefellow: Sure thing, pretty lady!
Patricia: Thank you, heheh.. (Walks out)
Cory is still waiting for Cucumber and Pickles to pick him and Patricia up, but they haven't arrived just yet. Patricia then walked to Cory to tell him about the pictures that Mr. Notefellow wants to take, but Cory got skeptical about it, because he knows that it's not time for Spring photos yet. In the middle of waiting for Cucumber & Pickles to arrive, a "psst" was heard from the bushes from a teenage girl. It was Floreta Sparerib, Cedric & Trudy's daughter. The same girl that Cucumber and Vinegar saved in Abu Dhabi after being kidnapped from a devious golden retriever. Floreta was 7 years old when she was saved, and now she is 16 years old. Floreta then tells Cory & Patricia a secret, a terrible secret.
Floreta: Over here.
Cory: Who are you?
Floreta: I'm Floreta, Floreta Sparerib.
Patricia: Oh, okay. What are you talking to us for?
Floreta: Well, you know your teacher, Mr. Notefellow, right?
Cory: Of course, he's a nice teacher.
Floreta: Well, (Clears throat) He's not what you think he is.
Cory: He's better?
Floreta: Jesus, no!
Patricia: Well, then what is he?
Floreta: Well, he's a.......a predator.
Cory: A predator? Is he going to eat us?
Floreta: That's not the case, what I meant is that, well.. you're gonna be shocked about this.
Patricia: Why?
Floreta: Well.. I heard he touched one of his students.
Patricia: Who? Who was it?
Floreta: Well, it was a boar.
Patricia: Brenda Boar!
Floreta: She was being grabbed by the butt by Mr. Notefellow.
Cory: Oh my gosh! Why?
Floreta: Well.. let's just say, he's a sick, twisted tortoise.
Patricia: Oh no..
Floreta: Oh yes. No matter what you do, keep away from him. Deal?
Patricia: Deal. (Shakes Floreta's hand)
(Car horn heard)
Patricia: We gotta go, that's mom and dad picking us up.
Floreta: Okay, remember what I said, okay?
Cory: I swear.
Cory & Patricia hop in the back seat of the car, Cucumber asks how school was, Patricia told the story about Brenda Boar's redemption, along with her life. Pickles then wonder who Cory & Patricia were talking to.
Pickles: Who were you talking to? Don't talk to strangers, okay?
Cucumber: Because strangers mean danger.
Pickles: Describe who that person you're talking to was, daddy won't be mad.
Cory: Her name was Floreta Sparerib.
Pickles: Oh, nevermind, I know Floreta. She's the daughter of a friend of ours. She's not a danger.
Cucumber: Floreta Sparerib? I haven't seen her since she was like.. 7!
Pickles: I know! And I haven't seen Cedric nor Trudy in forever.
Patricia: Wait, you know that girl?
Cucumber: Well, I knew her grandfather first.
Patricia: Who was her grandfather?
Cucumber: His name was Kevyn Sparerib.. He was a great guy. But in 2024, he died in a car crash.
Patricia: Oh no.. it's like when Brenda Boar's mom died in a car crash.
Pickles: Yikes.
Cory: How did you feel when Kevyn died?
Cucumber: Horrible. Me and your dad both cried our eyes out witnessing it.
Patricia: (Sigh)
Cucumber: It's only been about 9 years of his death, we're trying to overcome it.
Vicki hops in Sierra and Vinegar's car and notices Orville sitting in the back.
Orville: I saved you a seat, Vicki!
Vicki: Thanks, uncle Orville!
Sierra: So.. how was school, Vicki?
Vicki: Not bad, but I heard a terrible truth about the substitute teacher.
Vinegar: Oh god, what?
Vicki: Well.. some pig girl told me that he touched kids booties.
Sierra: Are you fucking kidding me?!
Orville: (Covers Vicki's ear right as Sierra said the latter words)
Sierra: Are you serious?!
Vicki: I may not be 100 percent sure, but it may be true.
Orville: Someone spreading rumours about teachers touching butts?
Vicki: I don't know if it's really a rumour, but I'll have to find out.
Vinegar: Well, if that Mr. Notefellow is really touching butts, then I oughta alert the authorities soon!
8th, February 2033
Another day at school, the kids learning in the classroom until it's time for lunch. The kids are just eating quietly at their lunch table without saying a word about Mr. Notefellow. Cory & Patricia never spoke about Mr. Notefellow just yet until they find proof that Mr. Notefellow is actually a predator.
After lunch, Mr. Notefellow beckons Cory & Patricia to the gym for pictures. Cory & Patricia kinda forgot about the pictures Mr. Notefellow is about to take of them.
Mr. Notefellow: Cory? Patricia? Come with me.
Cory: What's going on, Mr. Notefellow? Are we in trouble?
Mr. Notefellow: No no no, it's time for pictures.
Patricia: Okay.
(Mr. Notefellow walks out the classroom during recess, and leads them to the gym whilst it's empty)
Patricia: Wh.. why are we going in the gym for pictures?
Mr. Notefellow: Because it uhhh.. can get distracting when taking pictures in the classroom.
Patricia: Okay.
Mr. Notefellow: Too bad you didn't bring something nice to wear, but that's okay! You still look cute in that outfit! Now, look at the camera! Smile!
Patricia: (Smiles as Mr. Notefellow is about to take a picture)
Mr. Notefellow: Good, good. Hot.. oooo.. whew..
Patricia: How did I do?
Mr. Notefellow: You did pretty good, but I might wanna take a few more.
Patricia: Why?
Mr. Notefellow: In case I wanna.. compare and contrast.. the pictures I took of you. Next thing is, remove that jacket.
Patricia: Ooookay. (Removes her jacket)
Mr. Notefellow: Mmmhmm! (Snaps another picture)
Patricia: Good?
Mr. Notefellow: Yeah, now, take that shirt off.
Patricia: I beg your pardon?
Mr. Notefellow: Take that shirt off, along with your pants.
Patricia: I.. I can't.
Cory: (Whispers) Patricia! Run!
Mr. Notefelllow: Come on! Take your shirt and pants off!
Patricia: NO!! (Runs off)
Mr. Notefellow: Patricia! Wait! We're not finished yet!
Cory: You will be!
Mr. Notefellow: How about you, Cory? Take your clothes off!
Cory: Heck no! Get away! (Runs away)
Cory ran away from Mr. Notefellow after Patricia ran away. Patricia is trying to find a safe place to hide from Mr. Notefellow in a panic. The room Patricia is about to enter is an office room that's off limits, because that's where Mr. Notefellow keeps his other stuff. She locks herself in the room to get away from Mr. Notefellow and finds a drawer that's pulled out and on the desk. She walks to it and checks it out. A voice was heard from Mr. Notefellow.
Mr. Notefellow: Oh, you're not gonna wanna see that.
Patricia was browsing through the drawer, and she has found an abundance of pictures. They were all pictures of children in their underwear, swimsuits, and even wearing nothing at all. Patricia was scarred from seeing those pictures and starts to scream.
Cory then runs to Principal Tiger's office in panic to tell her that something bad was happening.
Principal Tiger: Cory? What's going on?
Cory: Principal Tiger! My sister is being chased!
Principal Tiger: Chased? By who?
Cory: You know Mr. Notefellow, right?
Principal Tiger: Yeah, I do.
Cory: Well, he's been doing bad things!
Principal Tiger: Bad things? Like what?
Cory: He.. he.. he was trying to get my sister to take her clothes off for pictures!
Principal Tiger: You can't be serious! Are you telling the truth?
Cory: I swear! I saw it with my own eyes!
Principal Tiger: Well, I oughta alert your parents about this. (Pulls up the telephone, presses the number buttons to dial Cucumber)
Back at home, Cucumber's cellphone began to ring and she answers it. It was Principal Tiger calling her.
Cucumber: Hello?
Principal Tiger: Hey, umm, Mrs. Shepherd, I have Cory with me, and we got a problem.
Cucumber: Oh no.. don't tell me he's in trouble. What did he do? Did he hit someone? Did he do something bad?
Principal Tiger: Well, no, him and Patricia are in trouble.
Cucumber: Oh no! Not Patricia! What did they do?!
Principal Tiger: They did nothing wrong, they think they've been being chased by Mr. Notefellow. Would you and Mr. Shepherd please come to the school? I'd really appreciate it. Thanks.
Cucumber: We're on our way, bye. (Hangs up)
Pickles: What's going on, honey?
Cucumber: Cory, Patricia, they're in trouble.
Pickles: You shitting me? Did they flood the toilet? Did they throw eggs in the hallway?
Cucumber: No time to explain! Come on!
Pickles: Okay, honey.
Cucumber & Pickles hop in the car and drives to the school. They parked their car at the parking lot, and they both hop out the car and run inside the school into Principal Tiger's office. They knock on the door and Principal Tiger tells them to come in. Cory and Patricia were sitting on the chairs, Patricia was scared shitless and is shaking in fear. Cory put his hand on Patricia's back in attempt to reassure her.
Cucumber: You wanted to see us, Principal Tiger?
Patricia: Mommy!!
Cucumber: Patricia? What's wrong?
Patricia: He.. he.. he tried to take pictures of me.. with my pants off! He tried to touch me! (Sob)
Cucumber: Oh my goodness! Who would do such a thing?!
Cory: Mr. Notefellow.
Pickles: No.. it can't be.
Cory: Oh, it be.
Patricia: He even keeps pictures of kids in undies, swimsuits and even kids that are butt naked!
Cucumber: Unbelievable!
In the middle of the conversation, the door opens, and it was Mr. Notefellow, he is still pursuing Patricia and found her.
Patricia: (Shrieks)
Mr. Notefellow: There you are! Come on, I just wanna take more photos! It's for school!
Patricia: Go away, bad man!
Mr. Notefellow: Not if you finish where we left off! Come on! Just one! Can I get a few pictures of your undies? Including you, Cory?
Cucumber: Leave my kids alone, you freak!
Cucumber grabs Cory & Patricia to guard them away from Mr. Notefellow and Pickles is doing the same. Principal Tiger has heard everything Mr. Notefellow has said and is planning to do, so she beckons him to the desk.
Principal Tiger: Terry Kort Hunter Notefellow, I can't believe my ears of what you're doing! What are you thinking?!
Mr. Notefellow: I was only trying to take photos!
Principal Tiger: Photos of what? Naked children?!
Mr. Notefellow: Not fully.
Principal Tiger: Not fully, huh?
Pickles: (Quietly pulls out his cellphone, calls 911)
Mr. Notefellow: Just in their undies!
Principal Tiger: (Puts both of her hands on her face in distress) Pack your things, Terry.
Mr. Notefellow: I'm sorry?
Principal Tiger: Fire.
Mr. Notefellow: What? There's no fire! If there was, there'd be an alarm going off!
Principal Tiger: You're fired.
Mr. Notefellow: I'm what?
Principal Tiger: You're fired.
Mr. Notefellow: I hope you're joking.
Principal Tiger: You. Are. Fired! I will make sure you never work for schools ever again! Out! OUT!!
Mr. Notefellow: Aww geez..
Pickles: And one thing's for sure, I hear a noise.
Mr. Notefellow: What's that?
The noise was believe or not, a police car siren. It was Bridget and Deputy Flo in the car approaching the school. They get out of the car, and walk into the school to Principal Tiger's office and knock on the door. Principal Tiger tells them to come in, and it was Bridget and Deputy Flo about to take Mr. Notefellow away.
Bridget: Police!
Mr. Notefellow: Uh oh!
Bridget: Mr. Notefellow, care to explain what's going on?
Mr. Notefellow: (Gulp) I was in the middle of taking pictures of some of my students, but she ran away from me.
Cory: Bull poop! He's trying to get my sister to take her clothes off for photos!
Mr. Notefellow: No bull poop! He's lying! He's making up nonsense!
Bridget: You think? Well, come with me, Mr. Notefellow, let's see what you have. Flo, you stay here and keep watch on the Shepherds.
Deputy Flo: Yes, Bridget.
Bridget grabs Mr. Notefellow by the hand and walks out the hallway on his way to a deserted classroom and starts to ask questions.
Bridget: Is this your room?
Mr. Notefellow: N-N-Y-Yes!
Bridget: Well, let's take a look inside.
Bridget unlocks the door and walks in the room that Patricia hid in before. Bridget looks around for something that Mr. Notefellow is hiding, no results until she gets ready to look in the teacher's drawer. Mr. Notefellow quickly runs to try and stop Bridget from accessing the drawer.
Mr. Notefellow: No no no no no no! Don't open the drawer! It contains hazards and stuff! It sti-
Bridget: (Opens the drawer)
Mr. Notefellow: It's just junk! Nothing to see here!
Bridget: Junk? Let's see. (Looking through photos of kids in swimsuits, underwear and even kids that are naked)
Mr. Notefellow: (Murmurs) Oh no..
Bridget: It can't be..
Mr. Notefellow: How did these pictures uhh.. get in here..?
Bridget: I ask the same question! Are they yours?
Mr. Notefellow: N-no! One of the students must put them in to uhhh.. mess with me!
Bridget: Hmmm.. I find that hard to believe. Let me check the fingerprints.
Bridget pulls out a device to scan for fingerprints on the photos, and a few seconds of scanning later, the results are in, it was Mr. Notefellow's fingerprints on the photos, which left Mr. Notefellow anguished as Bridget turns to Mr. Notefellow giving him a stern look on her face. Bridget then grabs Mr. Notefellow's cellphone from the desk.
Bridget: Is this yours?
Mr. Notefellow: Yes! That's my cellphone! What are you doing?
Bridget: What's the passcode?
Mr. Notefellow: That is none of your business!
Bridget: The law requires it to make it my business, a search warrant has already been stated. What's the passcode?!
Mr. Notefellow: I don't know!
Bridget: You're lying!
Mr. Notefellow: Give me my phone and I'll put it in.
Bridget: Oh, that won't be necessary, sir.
Mr. Notefellow: Give it!
Bridget: Hold on, I think I see a sticky note.
True to Bridget's word, she found a sticky note lying in the drawer with a writing on it, it wrote "ilovechildren" and it may be a hint for Mr. Notefellow's passcode on his cellphone. She then goes back to where to put the passcode in on Mr. Notefellow's cellphone and tries out that writing. Funny enough, it actually worked and it gave Bridget access to Mr. Notefellow's cellphone, along with his social media apps. Mr. Notefellow of course, forgot to log out of most of his accounts from the social medias he was signed in. Bridget goes to BusySpace to investigate to see if he did anything online. She then goes to "Messages" to scrutinize the messages to see if he was sexting. The first person she came across was under the name "Camelflage420" and the messages were basically sex roleplaying. Bridget got suspicious and decides to go to Camelflage420's profile, and according to the user's about section, that user is only 14 years old. Mr. Notefellow is in huge trouble now. Bridget takes him back to where Principal Tiger is. Deputy Flo is talking with Cory & Patricia.
Deputy Flo: Is it true, young lady? That tortoise keeps naughty photos in his drawer?
Patricia: Yeah..
Deputy Flo: Did you see them?
Patricia: Yeah.. I was trying to hide from him, and I found something and accidentally saw the pictures. It was gross!
Deputy Flo: Well, Officer Murphy will be back anytime, because cops investigate crimes to find out if he really did horrible things, just keep calm, okay?
Bridget: (Comes in) Flo, our investigation has hit a dead end.
Deputy Flo: Well?
Bridget: I searched in that classroom that's empty, I looked into his drawer and..
Deputy Flo: What?
Bridget: These children are telling the truth after all. I have found 10 pictures of children in their underwear, swimsuits and ones that are naked showing their uhhh.. privates.
Deputy Flo: Oh yeah, he's done.
Bridget: To add insult to injury, I even looked through his cellphone, and it seems that he's sexting a 14 year old online.
Deputy Flo: Oh dear..
Mr. Notefellow: B-But.. I didn't know he was 14!
Bridget: I've heard that before.
Deputy Flo: So, let's hear it.
Bridget: Terry Kort Hunter Notefellow, you are under arrest!
Mr. Notefellow: Aw man! I just wanted memories of kids!
Bridget: Nonces are not allowed in schools, put your hands behind your back, now!!
Mr. Notefellow: (Groans, puts his hands behind his back)
Bridget: (Handcuffs him) You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. anything you do say may be given in evidence.
Deputy Flo: Let's go, Bridget.
Mr. Notefellow: Patricia, one more thing.. I love the colour of your undies! Where do you buy them?
Pickles: (Punches Mr. Notefellow in the face)
Mr. Notefellow: Ohhh! (Babbling because his face is swollen from the punch) Eh deh deh deh blu deh deh bleh bleh)
Pickles: Go to hell, you freak!
Cucumber: Pervert! You're a sick man!
Cory: Nasty bad man!
Patricia: I hate you, Mr. Notefellow!
Pickles: Adios, pedo!
Cucumber: Thank you, officer.
Bridget: By all means. Mr. Notefellow, you're coming with us.
Bridget and Deputy Flo walk out the school to put Mr. Notefellow in the car to take him to prison. After the police car drove away, Principal Tiger gets a call from Mr. Leitch, and it was him telling her about his injury he's recovering from and is starting to feel better and will teach again tomorrow.
Principal Tiger: Good news, Mr. Leitch is feeling better from his injury, he'll be here tomorrow.
Patricia: Thank goodness!
Principal Tiger: Until then, you kids are excused. See you two tomorrow.
Cory: Are we going home?
Cucumber: Yes.
Patricia: Will Mr. Notefellow be gone for good?
Cucumber: As a matter of fact, yes, after what he's done.
Pickles: I should've known Mr. Notefellow was a pedophile.
Cory: What's a pedophile?
Pickles: Well uhhh.. (clears throat) A pedophile is a grown up who likes to look at naked children and try to grab little children's booties.
Cory: Oh my gosh!
Pickles: Don't worry, his teaching days are over!
Terry Kort Hunter Notefellow is given 25 years to lifetime in prison for child endangerment, possession of child pornography, attempting to groom a child, tampering with the school system, and attempted rape. He will never set foot in a school ever again.
Back at home, Cucumber & Pickles are relieved that they caught a child predator. Even Cory & Patricia are relieved from the fact Mr. Notefellow is being sentenced in prison for what he did.
Pickles: Whew.. good riddance, Terry Shitfoot.
Cory: (Snickers)
Pickles: Let's not laugh at that again, okay?
Cucumber: He's right, let's not.
Pickles: I wonder who's worse? Notefellow, or Brock?
Cucumber: Boy, that's a tough question, but for now, let's put our situation behind us and let's all relax.
Pickles: You're right, let's all- (Hears Cucumber cellphone ring)
Cucumber: Oh! My phone! (Picks it up and answers it) Hello?
Fabio: Cucumber, I know we had a fallen out, but I would like to meet with you and Pickles on Thursday. We got lots to talk about. See you then! (Hangs up)
Cucumber: It's Fabio.
Pickles: What does that A-Hole want now?!
Cucumber: I don't know, but it can't be good. Cory, Patricia, you're going to stay at Aunt Zuke's on Thursday.
Cory: Lemme guess, yoga?
Cucumber: Yeah.
Patricia: Okay.
Get ready for part 1 of the finale in the next chapter.
