[Ahaha, yea sure.

It'll be pretty good.] *WARNING VERY
VERY LONG POST!!!*
[Monday approaches and it's time for the chickens to go to school.]
Bisquick: Okay guys!! I left a note in each one of your backpacks about the time and place that we're meeting!!!!
Junior: *shaking*
Snap: Calm yourself Junior!
Junior: Sorry!! I'm so excited!!!
Buttermilk: I am not touching one bit of that stuff!!!
[Bus comes and chickens get to school]
Bisquick: Okay, guys see you at 11:15!!!
Junior: *enters first period classroom* *plops down in chair*
Steven: *sits next to Junior* Heey Junior!!!

*pulls comb*
Junior: *slumps down* *does a smug smile*
Steven: *wing slips off of Junior's comb* EW!
Junior: *evil smile* Hmhmhmhm......
Teacher: ENOUGH STEVEN!!! Class is starting!!!
[Buttermilk follows Steven and gets his locker number]
Buttermilk: Junior, the locker number is #4320
Junior: Kay, thanks.

[Third period comes for all the chickens]
Junior: Um, excuse me Miss Johnson, but may I use the bathroom?
Teacher: Yes, Junior.
Steven: Don't do anything to my stuff!
Junior: *sticks out tongue*
[All chickens meet up at bathroom]
Bisquick: Okay, guys. Everything's goin' smoothly right?
Snap Junior Butter: Yup.
Bisquick: Kay. Junior, locker number
Junior: *gives Bisquick locker number*
Bisquick: Okay, ready gang? Get at your stationed positions and make it fast Juni!!
Junior: Okay!
[All chickens go out of bathroom]
Junior: *gets into Steven's locker* Ergh, where is his lunch box and-
Snap: Psst!! Junior!! Teacher alert!!
Junior: AAHH!!
Teacher: Excuse me Junior, but what are you doing?
Junior: Um, I was just, uh, coming back from the bathroom. *cheesy smile*
Teacher: Hmmm, I see. *walks away*
Junior: *phew*
[Junior puts insta-molt in Steven's lunch]
[All chickens return to classrooms]
Steven: You better not have done anything to my stuff ya know,
Junior: I don't even know your locker number!!!!
Teacher: Okay!! Lunch time!!
[All chickens pile to lunch room]
Steven: MMmmm.

Time to eat my corn sandwhich!!!

*takes a peck.
Junior: Gross, Steven, stop following me and slobbering on me. I'm trying to hang out with my friends.
Steven: *loses feather* Oops. hehe. *chucks feather at Junior* *loses a whole tuft of feathers* what the- *out pops another huge fluff of feathers* Uhhh, what is happeneinnggg???!!!
Junior: Oh no Steven!! Looks like you're molting!!!
Steven: YOU!!!!
YOU PUT INSTA-MOLT IN MY LUNCH!!!! I
KNEW THAT YOU WOULD DO SOMETHING!!! YOU LITTLE GIRL!!! AND I EVEN
LIKED YOU!!!!!!!!!!!
[Whole lunchroom gasps]
Junior: :O EEwww. *falls over*
Bisquick: AHAHAHAHAHA!!!! THAT WAS
HYSTERICAL!!!! STEVEN LIKES JUNIOR!!!!! HHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Junior: Ohhh. Great.