Narrator: Last time, our allies were sent into what looked like a different dimension, but even now we're still not sure. Benjy managed to get himself home with the help of some mysterious ruby slippers, and now no one seems to be able to remember last's night's play correctly!
Recap:
Benjy faces Belladonna (Ila) on the stage, and is teleported away by the green light while Josh films.
Recap:
Benjy grabs Ila's wrists, and she explodes in fairy dust.
Recap:
The "spindle" from the play hatches, revealing Pixielite.
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Narrator: Realie Academy. A place for all the round peg children that didn't fit into the square holes of public school, along with a good number of other children that were just, suspected, of maybe being a bit round.
Narrator: Ultimately, Realie is based on a real place, but with a name change as to suppress mild trauma on the part of the writer. (mumble)
Narrator: What? You thought it was for legal reasons? Don't be silly.
Narrator: Realie is has a population of roughly 400 students, although the staff debate the exact number, which is about three times the number of students the school it was based off of had, when it was attended by the writer.
Woman: Benjy!
Woman: Benjy!…
Woman: I said good morning.
Benjy: Oh, hi… Didn't see you.
Woman: You've got to get to bed earlier…
VP[L]: (To another student) You too, get to bed earlier.
Student: Buzz off socialist!
Man: Benjy!
Benjy: Huh?
Man: What happened to my coffee?
Benjy: I don't know…
Man: But you're–you're right there…
Benjy: With all due respect Mr. Hoover, are you using your skull to store damp rags? (tired)
Man ➞ Hoover: As principal of this school, what I store in my skull is none of your business.
Alex: Another one for the yearbook.
Teacher: Would you please just go back to your office, sir? (to Hoover)
Principal Hoover: You don't understand, I have to principal these students.
Teacher: Go outside with that!
Yami Benjy: And that just goes to show that smoking kills.
Benjy: He's really dead, isn't he?
Yami Benjy: Hope so. He was enough trouble when he was alive. I can't imagine him as a zombie.
Benjy: I'd find that funny if I wasn't so tired…
Alex: I'll make your caption, "he who made the principal's head explode."
Benjy: No… Don't… Don't…
Alex: Okay, okay…
Passing Teacher: Are you both alright?
Alex: It's nothing anyone hasn't seen before.
Passing Teacher: Can you explain?
Benjy: It means video games have gotten too violent.
Max: Karma's a (bleep).
Michelle: Benjy, there you are. You look worn out!
Benjy: I had a bit of a night last night.
Michelle: Max, tell me about it. (spoken sarcastically)
Max: Alex gets her 15 minutes of fame in her play, Benjy gets 15 minutes of fame from storysolving it.
Michelle: He made that word up you know.
Max: But it describes what he did perfectly, no? He went into the world of the play and changed it.
Max: When is my 15 minutes!
Max: For those of you too socially inept to figure it out, I'm talking about my premonition!
Michelle: Give it a rest Max, Kate already said there was no way it could happen.
Alex: Benjy wasn't in my play initially, was he?
Max: No, he's Benjy! Are you okay?
Alex: For some reason I remember him in the play…
Michelle: You need to lie down. You probably all drank some bad water or something. Benjy was working on the yearbook when you had rehearsals. And he CAN'T ACT!
Max: So what really happened?
Benjy: Where to even begin… One of the actors–I can't tell if she was method acting or insane. She decided to engage the audience in a well
Michelle: …Novel way, hun?
Benjy: One might say. From what I can tell, everyone else in the audience was fast asleep–
Alex: My play was NOT that boring.
Benjy: I don't know why they were sleeping. Anyway, your Belladonna actress decided to go lord Voldemort on my brother and me.
Michelle: But your alive.
Benjy: Yes, she didn't get that magic isn't real. Although Josh threw up, and that's when things got weird.
Michelle: Go on?
Benjy: She tried to attack us, and I chased her back onto the stage. And then I don't know what happened. We were transported to an alternate reality or something.
Max: Go on…
Benjy: Chikorita and I tracked her down trying to get answers, wound up fighting her, and then:
Benjy: I was given some ruby slippers which warped me back to the stage.
Michelle: Benj, I think you fell asleep.
Benjy: That doesn't explain everything though… I've still got the ruby slippers that brought me back home.
Michelle: Alex, did Benjy start sleepwalking during your play?
Alex: Michelle, I told you what I remember.
Michelle: Those are props.
Alex: I've never seen those before…
Max: Since when does Sleeping Beauty have ruby slippers?
Michelle: From a different play… Duh.
Max: Hold on, shouldn't the bell have rung by now.
Mr Dallas: I'm sorry for the delay, we're having some administrative issues.
Anthony: Is it true that Hoover's head exploded?
Mr Dallas: News travels fast.
Mr Dallas: I will neither confirm nor deny that statement.
Michelle: Yup, Anthony, his head really blew up.
Anthony: So is it true?
Michelle: It's administrative issues, he's not actually allowed to tell you.
Max: Wouldn't surprise me one bit, knowing Hoover's track record.
Max: That's right, you've had some fights with him, haven't you?
Benjy: For a second I thought we were in for another one this morning.
Doe: So this is the end of the trail… I guess the kid has to go to school somewhere.
John: Realie High School. Even the name makes me upset.
Doe: Everything makes you upset.
John: What can I say? That's why I joined PETA. And with the birds back to normal, there's no one to stop us anymore.
Doe: According to the data I gathered from social networking sites, a large percentage of the students here have actual pokémon on them. If we're not careful they could turn into an angry mob.
John: Mobs of angry students haven't stopped you before Doe.
Doe: That because they're usually on our side, at universities and the like. A K twelve school is probably going to be… …different.
Doe: Polly, how much fake blood do we have?
Polly: Bucketfuls! *SQUAWK!*
Polly: Can Polly haz another band-aid?
Mr. Dallas: Sometimes I think this entire job is responding to crises.
Mr. Dallas: Attention everyone. We've had some unexpected circumstances this m–
Will: Hoover blowing his head up?
Mr. Dallas: I will neither confirm nor deny…
Mr. Dallas: Okay, let me rephrase that. Mr. Hoover is has suddenly resigned such that he can spend more time with his family. If everyone could–
Will: His family's dead!
Alexandra: They're dead?
Will: Yup, they're dead. You never heard him tell that story? They all died of carbon-monoxide poisoning.
Mr. Dallas: We didn't think this through…
Alexandra: So he did blow his head up!
Mr. Dallas: I'm telling you everything I know–
Mr. Dallas: Okay–that was a lie, everything I'm allowed to tell you–
Mr. Dallas: Look. I need fifteen minutes, I'll have the story straight at that point.
Yami Benjy: Benjy, we're missing the assembly…
Benjy: I know. I just got out of the frying pan last night, not really keen into getting into the fire now.
Benjy: Also obsolete.
Yami Benjy: Benjy, they're going to have students help with selecting the new administrator.
Benjy: Sure they are. (sarcastic)
Yami Benjy: What kinds of qualifications should we look for?
Benjy: You really think they're serious, don't you.
Yami Benjy: The student administration isn't wasting any time…
Benjy: I'd actually argue that all they're doing is wasting time.
Yami Benjy: What do you mean?
Benjy: It's nothing new. All of the clubs will brainstorm for a few hours and come up with some kinds of proposals which will be given to the real administration.
Yami Benjy: And why aren't we doing this?
Benjy: Do you know what happens to all those documents?
Yami Benjy: No…
Benjy: Sorry, that was a bit of a trick question. The answer is nothing. Those documents are going to be tucked away in a file somewhere and never seen again. That's why I'm going straight to class.
Max: Okay fellow students: what qualities are we going to be looking for in this new hire?
Boy1: Well, they've got to be hot…
Max: We can fix that by shutting off the air conditioning to their office. Next.
Narrator: This is the Realie Student Administration. Not to be confused with the Realie Student Government, or Realie Student Union. Like most parts of any government, the Realie Student Administration doesn't really do all that much of anything, but simply exists in addition to, and usually in spite of, other student groups.
Max: Natalia, that's an… interesting idea.
Max: It's going to be hard to get the student government on board, however.
Max: Alexandra…
Alexandra: Um, how about actual experience?
Alexandra: Hmph! If that's the way they're going to be, I'm going to make my own list of qualifications!
Teacher: Now as you can clearly see on page 476–
Benjy: Sorry we're late–
Teacher: Where were you?! We just finished our poetry analysis! Quickly, what do you think of the line, on the top of page 476?
Benjy: You mean, "true love is like a rose, that shall never, ever decompose?"
Teacher: Yes! What is your interpretation?!
Benjy: The only way a rose won't decompose is if it's plastic. So I think this is saying that true love is a lie, like plastic rose.
Max: That's what we kept trying to tell you. This poem is written by an accountant!
Teacher: But doesn't everyone have a romantic side?
Lana: Why else would he go into accounting?
Teacher: Alex… What do you think of the line Benjy read.
Alex: How should I know? Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I understand this romantic (bleep).
Alexandra: I'm late! I'm late!
Alexandra: Oop–sorry.
Mr. Starf: *chuckles* This is why they say no running in the halls. What's that?
Alexandra: A list of qualifications for the new principal. Since the student body is supposed to be involved.
Mr. Starf: Can I see?
Mr. Starf: Let's see: yada yada yada, (x2)
Alexandra: Um… What do you think?
Mr. Starf: I'm not actually reading it, I'm just looking at it and going "yada yada yada."
#Dilbert_Reference::Dogbert_Quote
Mr. Starf: Let's see: yada yada yada…
Alexandra: Ah–
Max: Hey?! What did you do that for?!
Mr. Starf: I'm sorry, but that I had to.
Alex: Why?
Mr. Starf: Because it went against what's already been predetermined.
Alex: So is this also predetermined?
Mr. Starf: Let me see…
Max: Nah, he needed that. No one saw anything, right?
John: It appears that the school is short an administrator. I think this is an opportunity knocking. It would be rude not to answer.
Doe: But are we qualified?
John: You're the one with the MBA…
Doe: But a school doesn't function like a standard business!
Polly: *Squawk* Just complete this online program! *Squawk* Five minutes!
Doe: Get you administration certificate in five minutes? I'm not so sure about this…
John: But we can't let an opportunity like this go to waste!
Doe: Tsk.
John: And when you're done with that–
Doe: Roger. I'll take her down.
John: It's John! My name is John!
Dallas: Excuse me, who are you?
Doe.megaphone: Now standby for drama!
John.megaphone: And possibly trauma!
Doe.megaphone: To protect every species from devastation
John.megaphone: To inform, an entire, civilization
Doe.megaphone: To renounce the horror of your so-called love!
John.megaphone: We'll stop you from even harming a bug!
John.megaphone: It's John!
Doe.megaphone: Doe!
Doe.megaphone: PETA is here, saving the night.
John.megaphone: Surrender, or flee in terror and fright.
Polly.megaphone: Polly! That's right!
Alex: What would PETA want with a school?
Max: I'm guessing their spy satellite found a fur coat or something.
Yami Benjy: Those two look awfully familiar.
Benjy: Yeah, they do. I just can't put my finger on where I've seen them before…
Alex: What do you think is going on?
Yami Benjy: If I had to guess, I'll bet they learned that we needed a new principal by the way of Alexandra's memo that Starf threw out the window.
Lana: I guess that means no more wearing fur coats to school.
Max: Trolling them is going to be fun.
Max: I need advice on something.
Doe: Sure, what?
Max: I was battling a feral cat, and I can't figure out what would be a more ethical way of weakening it to catch it.
Max: Would it be better to zap it with a thunderbolt or, to have Cantherius blow it into the street and let a car do the job for me?
Max: Mischief managed.
Will: I can't wait to show her the stuffed dog we dyed with grape juice.
Lana: It already is… heh-heh.
Michelle: That coat is fake, right?
Alex: This is going to hurt…
Will: Peanuts anyone?
Benjy: I'd better go see to her.
Max: But you'll miss all of the fun!
Benjy: If I wanted to see people fight, I'd watch Jerry Springer. I need someone's help.
Michelle: Benjy, I'll come with you.
Michelle: Wow, you're just not in the mood today.
Benjy: Not after last night, no.
Michelle: I'm going back down. You stay here with Alexandra and make sure she doesn't freak out when she wakes up.
Benjy: But my laptop is–
Michelle: Benjy, that was an order. I'll have Max bring you your laptop.
Benjy: It'll just be a minute–
Michelle: Benjy, stay here.
Yami Benjy: Benjy, she is the class representative.
Benjy: I'm going to give you an order–
Michelle: Ok, ok. If you don't trust Max, I'll get it for you, just please–
Benjy: Quickly!
Benjy: She'll wake up any moment now.
Meowth: Meow?
Yami Benjy: Do that trick she taught you.
Benjy: Trick?
Yami Benjy: To check for a fever.
Benjy: Oh, that. I don't think she has one, but…
Benjy: Wow, they're all down there. Starf and M3LL too. Alexandra, you okay?
Alexandra: I'm fine, except for that scare from your AI friend.
Yami Benjy: I said I was sorry…
Alexandra: That doesn't make me get over it instantly!
Benjy: My fault really. I should've anticipated that you'd wake up at precisely that moment.
Alexandra: Your fine. It's that clueless AI of yours!
Benjy: Which I should have known better than to listen to.
Yami Benjy: Love is in the air, methinks?
Benjy: Methinks you need to be quiet.
Meowth: Meow meow?
Alexandra: I still remember when we first met:
Benjy: Rachel?
Benjy: Where'd you go? Rachel? Ra–chel?
Benjy: Uh–you okay?
Benjy: You don't sound okay…
Alexandra: I'm a bit nervous around boys, so um…
Benjy: Hmm. Can't you just pretend that I'm a girl or something then?
Alexandra: But you don't look anything like a–
Lana: It's OK Alexandra. She's totally a girl.
Benjy: Technically–
Lana: Were helping Alexandra pretend.
Benjy: Oh, my bad. She also hit her head.
Lana: Alexandra, do you remember who I am?
Alexandra: You're Lana.
Lana: Do you remember who he is?
Alexandra: I've never met him before.
Lana: Yes you have. You must have amnesia.
Alexandra: Stop it Lana.
Benjy: I don't recall meeting you either.
Lana: You must also have amnesia.
Alexandra: Stop it Lana.
Rachel: Yes, stop it Lana.
Michelle: And here's your laptop. This one is the one that still works, right?
Michelle: Um… Benjy…
Alexandra: Your eyes are…
Benjy: And thats not all; the kernel just panicked…
Start of Song: "Kernel Panic Song"
➜ #Define Chorus {
➜Tis desperate, but I'm not hopeless;
➜I'm feeling anxious, thanks to kernel panic;
➜Tis desperate, but I'm not done yet;
➜My system 's useless, 'cause the kernel panicked;
➜}
➜All the data got deleted;
➜And they said Linux was painless;
➜Your empty laughter, it is treason;
➜You sound just like an asthmatic dragon;
➜We sit here staring and it's just pathetic;
➜Chorus()
Alexandra: Why don't you just call tech support?
Benjy: …that's not how Linux works…
➜Someone's cursing in the men's room;
➜And I just want to have some internet;
➜There has to be a new solution;
➜Tis cause for a new revolution;
➜We sit here staring and it's just pathetic;
➜Chorus (x2)
End of Song: "Kernel Panic Song"
Michelle: What's going on down there with PETA? It's starting to make me uneasy.
Benjy: As class rep you should probably go introduce yourself.
Michelle: No way! Where's [L] taking that guy?
Benjy: I'm guessing he's going to be interviewed.
Michelle: Alexandra! This is all YOUR fault!
Alexandra: What did I do?!
Michelle: It was your letter that Starf threw out the window that they must've–
Benjy: Knock it off.
Michelle: I'm class rep!
Benjy: You also have no way of verifying what you just said.
Michelle: I'll go ask them.
Benjy: 'kay.
Alexandra: But if they did…
Benjy: Then blame the guy who threw it out the window.
Alexandra: They're really making me nervous…
Yami Benjy: Everything makes you nervous.
Benjy: Alexandra, I need to get back to class now–
Alexandra: But your laptop.
Benjy: I can fix it in class… *sigh* …if it can be fixed.
Benjy: You coming?
Alexandra: I'm not feeling well, so.
Benjy: Okay, I'll send someone.
Alexandra: Um…
Benjy: Sorry, I have to go. Chikorita, you keep an eye on her, okay?
Chikorita: Chiko!
Alexandra: What am I going to do?
VP[L]: It hasn't been four hours since the position opened and we already have four candidates to fill it! If things continue at this rate…
VP[L]: Wait, five–no six!
Doe: Mind if I take a seat?
VP[L]: Not at all.
VP[L]: And just how many of these are our own students?
VP[L]: Attention applicants, we are not interested in interviewing those who are also students here at Realie.
Young Man: Really?
VP[L]: Yes, really.
VP[L]: Isabelle… We aren't in–
Pink-Haired Lady ➞ Isabelle: I heard you, Vice Principal, but I'm still applying for the position.
VP[L]: I never know what to expect with that girl. No–that lady.
VP[L]: You're missing class, Isabelle.
Isabelle: It's okay, I believe I have everything in order.
Woman: Alexandra?
Alexandra: Huh?
Woman: I heard you weren't feeling well.
Alexandra: Oh, um–
Woman: And that PETA was making you nervous?
Alexandra: Um–
Woman: Don't worry, we're not actually hiring anyone today, these are just preliminary interviews. Plus, there's no shortage of candidates to choose from.
Alexandra: I… I figured something like that.
Woman: So what's really bothering you?
Alexandra: W-well– It's just the possibility that…
Woman: I understand. You can't focus on your schoolwork right now, I'll let M3LL know. Given that, I suggest you give your pokémon some exercise. The fresh air will make you feel better.
Alexandra: Um–
Woman: I'm serious Alexandra, get some fresh air.
Alexandra: Actually, Chikorita is…
Woman: I'm sure Benjy won't mind. We at the office borrow him all of the time when we need to do shredding.
Alexandra: Right… right…
Boy's Voice: Hey Alexandra! You came to battle!
Alexandra: Actually, I was told to get some fresh–
Boy's Voice: Ready, Riolu?!
Alexandra: Shamim, no! I'm actually just–
Alexandra: It's no good, it's a guaranteed–
Shamim: And–swift again!
Alexandra: Meowth! Chikorita!
Alexandra: Shamim, stop it!
Shamim: You walked into my line of sight! It's my right as a trainer to challenge you!
Shamim: Riolu–force palm!
Alexandra: Um…
John's voice: Cease and desist immediately!
Alexandra: Yeah, stop it Shamim.
Blue/Black haired girl: Floatzel, ice p–
Trainer(♀): Kate!
Other_girl: What do you think you're doing?!
John: What *do* you think I'm doing, little girl? What do *you* think *you* are doing to them?
Other_girl: Intermin! S-screen!
John: And you're not going anywhere!
Polly: Squawk. Polly can handle this.
Polly: Polly is magical girl.
Blue/Black haired girl ➞ Kate: Floatzel, ice shard!
Polly: Infinity wing!
As he tries to take notes, Pixielite naps on his head, wings basking in the sunlight.
Teacher: But as you can see from his later writings, he's actually implying–
Teacher: Give me that!
Yami Benjy: What are you doing?!
Teacher: That's unacceptable classroom behavior!
Yami Benjy: That called stealing…
Teacher: The police will back me up! It's no longer allowed in my classroom.
Yami Benjy: You can't change rules on the spur of the moment!
Teacher: Then go call a lawyer!
Yami Benjy: Realie high school policy clearly dictates–
Yami Benjy: Alex; take care of her. There's something I need to investigate!
Alex: Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean–
Max: But you *are* the only one who's had emergency training.
Yami Benjy: Pixielite doesn't have enough amperage to do any significant permanent damage, so she should be okay. What worries me is what caused that light.
© April 25, 2010 to March 25, 2015 by Benjy Strauss