Lee looked at his 'gang members'. One spoke up, "Did you notice that he's
younger than we are?"

"Yup. Which should make it easier." Lee answered.

"But remember the last one? She survived it. Principal Sandiego royally
chewed you out." the classmate said.

"This one won't." Lee retorted. "He thinks he can handle us himself. Going to
Sandiego would be a defeat. Let me tell you something. I have a bit of a, um,
personal vendetta against this kid. And his older sister."

Ivy looked around the cafeteria. Two figures were arguing loudly. Moe Skeeter
and Lars Vegas, who were evidently supposed to be the supervisors were eating
some sort of weird soup. They were scarfing it down like they hadn't eaten in
weeks.

Back at the table Lee was saying, "I've got traps set for our substitute."

"How long do you figure we can drive him out? Two days?" asked a different
gang member. It was the one who had thrown the paper airplanes."

"Gus, you're off, unlike your aim. I say we destroy him in ONE day. I
guarantee that by the end of the day, Zack will be so confused that he won't
even be able to remember his own name."

Another member spoke. "What about his sister."

"That will have to wait, Maurice." Lee laughed.

"Lee...about....his...sister..." Maurice stammered, staring at Ivy behind
Lee's chair.

Lee nodded his head. "She's right behind me, isn't she?" He spun around to
face his nemesis. "How much did you hear?"

Ivy didn't answer. She simply picked up a carton of milk from Lee's tray and
poured it on his head.

"Hey!" Lee cried. His brown hair was plastered to his forehead.

"Uh, Lee? I'll help you get...that stuff...out of your hair." Gus stammered.
They left toward the men's room.

Suddenly there was a crash. Moe and Lars were standing on a table. "Our names
are Mr. Skeeter and Mr. Vegas, and we have something to say!"

The janitor, who looked oddly like the Chief, cut them off and screeched,
"FOOD FIGHT!"

The cafeteria erupted in pandemonium. Food was flying everywhere. The Chief,
or rather, the janitor, emptied the contents of the trash can and began
throwing the meal remnants around the room. "Hey, if I have to clean it up, I
might as well have fun making the mess! Wee! Hee, hee!  Take that! Whatever!"

Ivy groaned as she ducked food. Lee's gang was using her as a moving target.
Luckily they were all bad shots.

Ivy somehow got out of the cafeteria and threw open a door labeled 'Staff
lounge'. "There's a food fight in the cafeteria!" she explained breathlessly.

The teachers stared at her like she was nuts.

Zack blanched. "Not getting involved this time.....not this time....not
getting involved..."

When lunch was over, the students were in the classroom. Zack stood at the
head of the room. Lee sat in his desk, looking smug.

"Well," the young substitute began. "I think we'll start our history lesson."
He picked up a piece of chalk and began to write. The chalk snapped.

"Aah!" Lee yelled. "The killer chalk. He's trying to maim us innocent
students!"

The class laughed. Zack ignored it and went to the supply closet. He opened
the door and......

the contents spilled out in an avalanche. The class cracked up again.

"This will affect your grade." Zack warned. He opened a new box of chalk and
took a new stick.

"All right. Let's begin. The United States in 1841. William Henry Harrison
dies after a month in office. His vice president, John Tyler must take over
for him."

Zack walked to the desk. Then he screamed and fainted.

Ivy jumped up and threw a bucket of water over her unconscious brother. Zack
revived. Then he pointed at the desktop, which was occupied by a snake.

"I am going to ask this question, and I want it answered on the count of ten.
Whose frog is this?"

"It's mine," said Maurice, who chuckled.

Zack shrugged. "Just get your scaly friend off my desk. Anyway, Tyler was an
unpopular president. He once said, 'The only people who seem to like me are
my children.' His enemies called him His Accidency."

Lee grinned malevolently. He got up, pulled out a length of rope, and aimed
it.

It wrapped around Zack.

Ivy left her desk and pulled Lee off Zack. She then began to untie the bonds.

Lee was down, but not out. He pulled a can from his pocket. Ivy knocked it
out of his hand, caught it, and sprayed it.

The can was full of silly string, which covered Lee.

"Go to the office! Both of you!" Zack cried, pointing out the door.

Ivy got up and walked out the door.

Lee had a different reaction. He went out the door, while imitating a
vaudeville dance.

Ivy walked slowly down the hall. Lee followed close behind, stepping on her
heel. Finally, Ivy couldn't take it anymore. She stopped short. Lee bumped
into her.

"Oof! Hey!" Lee complained.

"Serves you right." Ivy retorted.

The pair soon reached the principal's office. Carmen was waiting for them.
"Well, they let say to let the punishment fit the crime."

"So, what do you intend to do?" Ivy asked, fearing the answer.

"I want you two to sit in here for thirty minutes and talk to each other,
without trading insults."

"WHAT?" they asked in unison.

"Carmen!" Ivy screamed. "How could you? I'd rather be whipped!"

Suddenly, everything went black. Ivy screamed again. Then everything cleared.
She was in her bedroom. It was all a dream.

"Ivy? Are you all right?" Zack asked as he came in the room.

"Little bro, do me a favor. Don't ever get a license to teach! If you do,
I'll kill you in your sleep. Good night."

"Huh?" Zack wondered aloud. What did Ivy mean?