"I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU TWO BOYS." Shouts Mr. Crab, red faced and shaking with rage. Crowds of 4th years were now gathering in the corridor, they sensed blood, or a good laugh, either would do.
"NO ONE KNEW I HAD AN ARTIFICIAL LEG UNTIL YOU TWO DECIDED TO LET EVERYONE KNOW".
"But they did Sir" said TJ
"Yeh it sort of clicks Sir" said the Bean. "You can hear it half way down the corridor,..........like a load of marching click beatles, all clicking all at once Sir"
The crowd began to giggle.
"But you didn't have to superglue me to the floor, to prove a point did you" He said emphatically, stamping his foot in utter frustration and regluing himself to the floor in the process.
The corridor erupted in side splitting laughter as Mr. Crab, puffing and panting, struggled to detach his artificial leg from the floor.
DONT'T JUST STAND THERE LAUGHING" he bellowed."GET THE JANITOR"
The boys seized their chance to escape and ran to the safety of their next class. But as they stood congratulating themselves on their escape;the classroom door burst open, a projectile came hurtling through the air hitting Beany squarely on the forehead. The class was stunned to silence, the Bean realed back in pain then horror.
"Uuuuuggghhh"
"He's hit me with his leg"
"Yeh...cool" said TJ
"He's hit me with his manky leg"said Beany in disbelief.
TJ bent over to inspect it.
.......Can we keep it Sir"
"No" said Mr. Crab leaning on the door for support.
"Go on Sir.....you must have spares"
"No"
"Please Sir...I can use it for my science project.....like Frankenstein or something"
"No,  hand it back immediately"said Mr Crab indignantly "and both of you, meet me at the headmasters office, as soon as I replace my leg"