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Return of the Magic School Bus by RogueDragon
Act 3: Save the Day
Chapter Ten: ApocalypticConclusion

The work-study program was ideally intended to be jobs with a lot of down time so students could earn money, do school work, and learn responsibility or some other nonsense like that. As handy as computers are for research and school work, they should have realized that having a computer at a dorm receptionist desk would mean that, over-the-top security filter or not, Lowtown University was pretty much paying Scott Moxley to goof off.

Traffic in and out of the building was pretty constant and unremarkable for a Friday night. Scott was so focused on beating one of the day-shift guys' Minesweeper score that he didn't notice a group approach his reception desk and wait expectantly. Noticing something amiss out of the corner of his eye made him lose concentration and lose the game. Finally looking at them, his first thought was that most of them looked a tad young for college. His second thought was that they must have come to file a complaint due to the general look of grumpiness about them.

Then he zeroed in on the girl with the coppery ringlets of hair. "You again?" He then focused on the other female redhead, an older adult who seemed familiar. "You're the parrot." He informed only himself since the others didn't blink an eye. He continued to unphase them with his brilliant deductions, "that means you must have some other magical thingamajig! You sure you waited long enough to use it... unless you broke the bus out! Marge did call me ranting about an explosion at the office but between her paranoia and the crazy things the others cook up... so everything, it was all a setup?" Then he did something that surprised them. He stood up and declared with enthusiastic, "dude, that's awesome!"

"Glad we could impress," a tall Latino kid in a blue jacket dryly responded.

"Please, keep talking," the sassy redhead he knew was named Janet added, "you were about to say something useful."

"And anything I do say can and will be held against me, right?" Scott countered with a laugh, stepping out from behind the front desk so he could face them directly, "How about you go first? You all came in here to demand something of me, obviously." Scott smugly leaned again a counter.

"Don't play with us!" an old, mustachioed dude barked, "you know full well that your terrorist cell kidnapped Val here! Were you involved with the raid on my shop too? What else have you done! Who else have you attacked?"

"Whoa, dude, chill, alright" Scott threw his hands up defensively, "we aren't all that deep and complicated! That kidnapping has been the only thing we've accomplished, really. Our fearless leader of sorts has been pretty focused on capturing Frizzle and her voodoo technology; and I sware I didn't know she was an elementary school teacher at the time, by the way. But he insisted you couldn't be reasoned with! Now, without your techno-creature, we're back to square one. You know about us now, we are pretty much at your mercy. I know when to play along."

"Actually, with the raid on Mr. Humerus's shop, your team is still a step ahead," a girl with dark skin replied.

"Was this raid a recent thing?"

"This afternoon you eroded exhaust port!" Bellowed the grumpy man with, apparently, an ironic surname.

"Ugh, "Scott whined, "they always leave me behind and out of the loop!"

"You poor baby," Janet sneered acidly, "now tell us about your other partners in crime lest we start compiling evidence against you!"

"How about I make you a deal?" Scott offered, "you let me join your team and I will tell you everything I know."

"Join us?" Laughed a blonde girl in disbelief, "we will never trust you!"

"Eh, neither does my team, I'm used to it."

"I wonder why," Janet added.

"Hey, I'm a very trustworthy guy!" Scott feigned more offence that he actually felt, "my goals were different than the others! No matter what they said, their goals were clearly vindictive, warped by revenge.  I, on the other hand, all I ever wanted was to participate in the discovery and adventure!"

"We do need your help," Frizzle, the former parrot, spoke up diplomatically, cutting off a couple more retorts, "innocent people could be in danger. I'm sure anything you could offer will be enough of a good faith gesture."

Scott smiled and stood tall. If his kidnap victim was willing to give him a chance, he wasn't going to pass it up! "The first thing you're going to want to do is head out to their gizmo shop somewhere out past Hillvale. That's where they built the devices we used in the, err, your kidnapping. If they got something new they’ll probably be already working on it through the night. They get excited like that."

"Who are 'they' anyway?" One of the teens interjected, "are these Dave and Jerry? And that blonde woman? Do they even have last names?

"Wow, you guys really do know more than you let on! How did you find me, by the way?" The teens in the front of the group all pointed to the Lowtown University logo on his shirt, the same one he had worn when he and Marge had met Janet in the Wal-Mart parking lot. "Ah." He responded simply then shrugged, "Last names, on the other hand were less freely flaunted, heck I'm convinced Marge's real name isn't Marge... So, are we going to Hillvale?"

"You are not coming with us," Mr. Humorless huffed.

"Look, take me with or don't," Scott replied, "but I'm being serious about somebody heading out there asap. Leave me with a watch guard or something if you distrust me so much, but I don't think my evil-er cohorts are going to wait."

"I'm not sure guys, I should have had the car home an hour or so ago," Janet hesitated, "Besides, I have a lot of work I need to try and make up for due to a ruined meeting."

"I have opening shift tomorrow morning," a brunette chick spoke up shyly, "as much as I want to be there to help, I can't risk my job."

"I think civilians in danger is more important than a job, Phoebe," a brunette guy in a WHS sports jersey contended.

The brunette who responded to the name Phoebe turned in the guy who spoke up. "It's not just a job, Ralphie! It my family! I need this job for them!"

"Doesn't your dad own a business or something?" jersey-sporting-Ralphie continued, treading in dangerous ground in Scott's opinion.

"Well, yes" Phoebe started.

"Then I'm sure you guys will be fine," this Ralphie guy was digging himself deeper.

"You don't understand! Insurance and social services say he makes too much money for his disability and nonsense like that and have left us on our own with Mom's worsening back injury and if she doesn't get surgery she could end up paralyzed!" tears welled up in her eyes, "I can't fail them now! They need me!"

Judging by the reactions of the others, outbursts like that from this girl were very unusual. A couple seconds of stunned silence and Scott was getting worried he'd have to be the one to get everyone back on track.

But then Frizzle placed a hand on the shaking teen's shoulder. "You know, Phoebe, I am in need of a teacher’s assistant or two. I started making a lot of plans in that birdcage, so I promise, no matter what happens today or tomorrow, you and Keesha will have a guaranteed jobs and I probably pay better too, but believe me, I will put you to work."

Phoebe and another girl then gave the teacher a hug. Only then did it occur to Scott that these kids were all probably once her students.

"I feel like some James Horner needs to be playing right now," Scott muttered to Janet who ignored him.

"Okay, that's solved, can we now all go and save the day?" The jersey wearing idiot asked.

"You all have fun with that, but Cuz and I are headed home," Janet declared.

"But Janet-" a boy with matching hair coloring protested.

"But what, Arnold?" Snippy Janet countered, "they did barged in and ruin my meeting today and I was going to start the fundraising this weekend! We still have no committee for recruiting people to actually do these projects!"

"I'm sorry Janet, but I don't think I should." Cousin Arnold really didn't sound convincing.

"It is not impossible for a couple of juniors to make a big difference in their school!" Janet continued, "we can do this! Don't you want to be student class president?"

The cousin's hesitation felt like such a dead weight that Scott couldn't help but say, "whoops!"

"Don't look at me like that, Janet!" The center-of-attention cousin Arnold protested, "I'm in awe of your ambitions, your enthusiasm, and I'm honored to be a part of what we accomplished but you and I both know that I'm no leader--"

"Bull!" Janet scoffed.

"You should be running for class president!" Arnold spat back, "your just afraid of some silly illusion of being friendless!" Arnold got more into his cousin's face, "but you know what? You have plenty of friends and you don't need me, but you know what else? They need me."

Couple of the other teens cheered.

Janet pressed her lips together and studied Arnold condescendingly, "after everything I've done for you you turn on me in my hour of need? I got you your girlfriend--"

"Tiff is not particularly happy with me right now," Arnold laughed humorlessly, "Harry said he'd try and explain things to her, but I didn't go after her; he said girls aren't too happy about that sort of thing." Scott could have sworn that he shot a quick glance at one of the other girls. "Look, Janet, you're not talking me out this and that's final!"

Janet put her hands on her hips, "All I've got to say is: well it's about time!" That seemed to stun the others, "you picked the worst possible time too!"

"Y-You wanted me to abandon you?" Arnold stuttered.

"No, I wanted you to grow a back bone," Janet replied, "and while I'm proud of you, this still leaves me in a pickle."

"We mentioned civilians in danger, didn't we?" Blue-jacket-man spoke up again, "this really isn't the time for any of this! We don't know what kind of clock were fighting against."

"All the more reason for me to sit this one out," Janet replied, "I tend to invite more danger whenever magic is involved. But I need Arnold's help."

An Asian girl in a team uniform stepped between the cousins. "You can't have him this time, Janet and that's final!" This new girl declared, "Respect his choice!"

"Arnold knows the student body better than me," Janet explained, "knows who would help in the different ways needed, volunteer time, talents, coordinate efforts, get some team leaders. Form a committee at the very least!"

"Well, you now have eight," Asian-sports-chick declared

"Eight what?" Janet blinked.

"Committee members who at least know a diverse group of students," continued the Asian girl. "Well, seven incase Tim's not up for it, but I don't see why we can't invite the Standertonians to swim at our new pool especially if they help with the funding. Between Ralphie and I we can convince at least half of the sports teams, probably more..."

"I've got the band kids," the blonde girl spoke up, "and at least the science experiments team."

"Debate club!" Another kid spoke up.

"Art honors society and the drama kids."

"Eco club!"

"There you have it," miss problem-solver declared, "When this business is finished, we’ll be there for you like you were there for us in our time of need."  She held her hands is a kind of offering/peace gesture.

Janet looked so shocked and touched she was starting to show an emotion other than snark, "I guess that means I can move on the administrative stuff, which is boring to do alone, but I will make do."

"Take him with," Mr H. gestured at Scott, "put him to work, keep an eye on him, keep him from warning his buddies, and try getting information from him. He seems in a hurry to leave his post anyway."

"Oh my shift ended a half hour ago," Scott shrugged, "it's Jason's shift." He pointed his thumb behind him to a guy with his nose in a book.

"Can't say I feel comfortable with him going with you Janet" Arnold chimed in.

"I still have my can of mace," Janet reassured, appearing to be calculating Scott, "mom and dad are home too."

"Easy kid, I'm no threat, I promise," Scott raised his hand defensively. "I'll behave and help you with your paperwork and stuff."

"For one thing, I'm not a kid," Janet declared, looking pretty threatening, "you can't be more than two or three years older than me!"

"I call you 'kid' as a self-reminder that I should probably wait a couple years before I ask you out." Scott responded giving her his most charming wink.

That nicely caught her of guard.

"How about we drop him off at your house on the way to Hillvale," Frizzle injected.

Movement from the brunette girl Phoebe distracted Scott. "Oh my gosh they're talking!" She whispered to her friend, gesturing to where Janet's cousin had taken the Asian girl aside to thank her or something.

"I'm going to make it up to you, Wanda, I promise," Arnold was saying in a low voice, though the others had ceased to chatter and we're giving the pair deer-in-headlights full attention.

"It's no big deal Arn!" Sports-Asian-Wanda tried to play it off, "Janet has been a big help!"

"I-I mean for all of it."

"Look, like I said, it's no big deal," she said softly, avoiding eye contact.

Arnold placed his hand on her arm and ducked his head to try and meet her eyes. "Hey, you’re worth it."

He said it casually, but it must have been the perfect thing she needed to hear because she threw her arms around him and kissed his cheek.

Scott wasn't sure what the big deal was, "so I guess I should try and figure out where you guys are going, huh?" He sat back down at the computer.

"You don't know?" Accused the bossy blonde.

"Hey, they never actually told me," Scott replied, "don't know if they ever caught on that I recognized our residence gizmo lady from her TV show..." Scott pulled up the web browsers and started typing.

"TV show?" One of the teens asked cautiously.

"Yeah, you guys are probably too young to remember," Scott continued, "a little Yahoo! searching, especially if you know what you’re looking for, pull up MapQuest, and voila! Geri Poveri's Hillvale experimental robotics laboratory... it's really more of a garage, they took me there blindfolded once."

"GERI POVERI??" The teens all exclaimed in freaky unison.

"Oh, maybe you kids do know of her!" Scott commented
RotMSB 10 ApocalypticConclusion
To start with, I wanted to say thanks to all of you that are still around! I will finish this story, I promise you that! But I was once told that I should warn people about anything romantic in my stories; so this is your warning… this chapter may have more than just flirting (but not much).

I had a lot of fun with this one. For a while I was struggling to pick a college in the area where my headcanon sets the story, but then I remembered in the Gaggle of Goslings chapter that I off-handedly conjuring a University for the excuse Keesha gave for birds in a school bus.

I absolutely adore the picture Nebulan drew for this!

Magic School Bus was created by Joanna Cole, Bruce Degen, Scholastic, PBS Kids
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P.S. Anyone have any advice for writing an action scene? I did some research but what I'm really struggling with is planning it out...
Return of the Magic School Bus by RogueDragon

Act 3: Save the Day

Chapter Nine: Marge95531

It was a simple enough idea, really: access a database that could track down the people they needed to find.  It might not have been his idea to begin with, but Ralph Tenelli was the person bursting with ideas on how to make it happen.  So at some point, he apparently took the wheel on the endeavor.

Mr. Shu and Mr. Ruhle didn't feel terribly comfortable with the law-breaking implications of the plan, so they opted to sit this one out.  Principal Ruhle went home, it had been a long day for him, and Mr. Shu, his bus, and his ferret went back to Standerton.  Moonvalley Humerus also had to head home, taking Liz-Bot; but Janet and R.U. Humerus did join them, however, being eyewitnesses and all.

Friday evening at the Walkerville Police Department bustled with activity. A school bus in the shape of a housefly went unnoticed as it worked its way into a room with several desks and computers. Miss Frizzle landed the bus inconspicuously on the ceiling while they checked out their options.

"That computer in the back is unused," Keesha pointed out. She and every other former classmate had crowded the front of the flybus to see out the fractal'd windshield.

"We should probably risk one of the computers with an officer logged on," Ralphie pointed out, "someone already logged onto the network so we don't have to face off against any firewalls."

"As my second cousin Tasha always says, 'If being a fly on the wall doesn't get you the information you need, dig a little deeper!'" Miss Frizzle announced as she began to enter a series of commands into the bus's control panel.

"For real, Miss Frizzle," Keesha spoke up, "does your family REALLY says such topically related one-liners all the time?"

"Try going to a family reunion," R.U. replied, "it can be quite maddening!"

Upon imputing her commands into the bus’s consol, Miss Frizzle took the wheel and, before anyone with any protests about risks could be voiced, dived the bus down toward the computers. They headed toward a desk with a bored looking cop, most likely filling out reports. The cop didn't even blink an eye as the fly flew under the desk to the back of the CPU tower. In the shadow of the desk, the fly turned into a USB memory stick and plugged itself into an available port.

It all happened rather fast, so it was a bit jarring. They found themselves in what Ralphie could best describe as a sort of holodeck with a glowing white floor and only distant blackness instead of walls and ceiling. There was a faint grid pattern that could be seen along the floor and streaming zeros and ones could be seen flickering in the distance with a mixed Matrix/Tron style to it. Ralphie realized the room was pretty close to what he imagined when this whole plan started coming together. The bus must have telepathically heard his imagination the loudest, so he felt that meant he could go ahead and take charge.

"Nice job bus! As always!" Ralphie stepped forward, cracked his knuckles and jostled his shoulders a bit as if getting ready to start a rigorous activity, "you got access to the database?" In the space out in front of the group, names started to appear in the air of various databases including law enforcement personnel and criminal databases. "We only need people who might have committed a crime, preferably with a portrait included." Hundreds of mugshots appeared in the air of all sorts of individuals. "Uh, let's go with males in their twenties, blond?" Most of the floating images disappeared but were replaced by even more mugshots that fit the vague description.

Tim stepped forward, sketches in hand from earlier. "Narrow face, but not excessively," the artist picked up, "eyes rounder on top than on bottom."

"Blue-grey eyes," Janet offered from off to Ralphie’s right. He noticed the redhead look defensive at the curious glances from her cousin, Miss Frizzle, Keesha, and Phoebe, "just trying to help!" She explained with a blush.

More and more pictures disappeared and were replaced by images of individuals that increased in resemblance to each other. As they narrowed the description more new pictures stopped coming in and all remaining images increased in size until single portraits filed the air and Ralphie shuffled through them with a wave of his hand.

They tried for a few more minutes to narrow down the appearance of the culprit simply known as Scott, to no avail. "Bus, can you work on searching other state databases while we work on someone else?"

On the road, they had come to the conclusion that Scott was one of the hunter-geared kidnappers, the other guy being the dark-skinned, bearded guy. Bus had seen plenty of Beard-o through the observation window and seemed certain he was the one known as Dave. The memory recall the bus provided, however, looked rather simplistic, cartoonist really. Apparently humans are hard to distinguish if you’re a shape-shifting robot.

Miss Frizzle and R.U. did what they could, but found no luck with that either.  R. U.'s memory for his blonde female attacker was useless and neither the bus nor Miss Frizzle ever saw her, so they tried Marge next.

"Higher cheekbones," Tim was commenting on the narrowed-down options that we're flickering through the air, "eyes a tad closer and maybe a couple centimeters lower."

"Wait, go back!" Dorothy Anne spoke up.

"Yes I do believe we found her!" Miss Frizzle agreed.

"Sarah Moore?" Carlos read the accompanied file on 'Marge's' booking, "huh, still not a criminal," He mused.

"Fined for leading an unauthorized Bigfoot-hunt in Sequoia National Park?!" Phoebe read on, "who gets arrested for that?"

"Apparently she threw a clipboard at the ranger who was giving her the fine," Ralphie laughed, "it was enough to get her booked and give us an address!"

- - - !o≡ll≡o! - - -

Maybe it was the angle of the sun, starting its nighttime decent, that made Sarah "Marge" Moore's home seem foreboding, even creepy.  Maybe it was the unkempt yard and disrepair of the drooping rain gutters. Or maybe it was the signs that said "No Trespassing", "Demand the Truth!", and "Mitchell Jon Baker is a crook!" that were the biggest turn-offs.  Although the "UFO parking only" sign or the yellow diamond-shaped sign with a Bigfoot silhouette were kind of fun.

The same car they had stowed-away in a few hours ago sat in the cracked driveway, so it was the right place. They had come this far, so Ralphie had no plans to back down, not that he was nervous or hesitating, but thankfully Wanda, Keesha, Miss Frizzle, R. U. and Carlos were already to the porch, and knocking on the door as Ralphie and the rest caught up.,

"Hello, Sarah Moore," Miss Frizzle cheerfully greeted as the door opened, "I'm Valerie Frizzle, you may recall you assisted in my imprisonment the last couple of days," she reminded sweetly without a trace of sarcasm or irony.

Sarah paled and started to instinctively close the door but Keesha jammed her foot in before it closed more than a couple inches, "We just have a couple questions for you." Keesha remarked.

"May we come in?" Miss Frizzle asked and stepped inside without letting Ms. Moore answer. The confident frizzy-haired teacher moved a basket of laundry from one couch in a well-lived-in living room and sat down with a very guest-like graciousness.

Sarah Moore looked bewildered as everyone else filed in and was probably trying to figure out why she was being invaded by high-schoolers. After just about everyone was inside, she took a step closer to her front door in another escape attempt when the last person to come in, a very grouchy looking R.U. Humerus blocked the door, crossing his arms as the screen-door closed.

"Please have a seat," Valerie invited, "we only have a couple questions and we'll be going."

Ralphie and Carlos instinctively stepped to either side of Ms. Moore and, without touching her, ushered her to one of her chairs. Ralphie felt like a mafia henchman, an idea that was partly cool and thrilling, but also made him feel guilty as Sarah's demeanor became increasingly confused and scared.

Sarah's eyes finally fixed on the redheaded cousins. "You!" she accused Janet, "it was all a trap!"

"Yeah," Janet responded, although it sounded a lot like a 'duh', "a trap to find and rescue your kidnap victims!"

"Victims, I think not!" Sarah countered, "Terrorists more like with how you destroyed that office building. And now you invade my home!" Her eyes darted between Ralphie and Carlos both nervous and accusatory.

"We would never stoop to those sorts of tactics," Miss Frizzle calmly replied with a pointed look to Ralphie and Carlos. Ralphie gestured with his head toward the exits to the living room. Maybe they weren't thugs, but they could be human roadblocks to any more escape attempts. Miss Frizzle continued, "But from what I hear you and your cohorts did to my bus friend, can you really blame it?"

"Your friend?" Sarah spat, "that's what you call that abomination?" She scoffed and said in a lower tone, "shows how far gone you are!"

"What do you mean?" Dorothy Anne inquired.

"She's a tool!" Sarah sneered, "government agent that has been experimenting on children for years!" She told D.A., "prototype technology developed from discovered alien crash sites, developing nanobots to produce an amorphous creature of great power! The ultimate shape-shifter and matter manipulator!" Sarah got excited, Ralphie was pretty certain she had been waiting a long time to have someone listen. "This 'teacher' actually leads a division of one of their darker experiments that has been slowly introducing these bots into children in developing stages, studying them, preparing and programming them to one day become sleeper agents for their future bio-mechanical army of supersoldiers with untold abilities!"

Wanda was trying to stifle a giggle, but most everyone else had either expressions of bafflement or no expression at all, not sure which to choose. Carlos and Ralphie looked at each other with the same thought and mischievous grins. "Miss Frizzle?" Carlos inquired, "Please tell me that it's all true!"

"Super powers, aww yeah!" Ralphie whooped.

"Are you insane?" Arnold asked Sarah like it was a completely legitimate question.

"Is that what you and your cohorts truly believe?" Janet immediately followed up.

"No," Sarah pouted, "everyone had their own theories. I've got a few others as well."

"How did crackpots like this mange to capture you and your bus?" R.U. spoke up from where he leaned against the front door.

"I fear she may only be a henchman," Miss Frizzle responded with a hint of pity in her voice.

Sarah’s face reddened drastically and she looked like she was ready to explode, "you are in my home, don't you dare talk about me as if I'm invisible!" She stood angrily from her chair, taking an aggressive stand. "I am not a random crackpot! I've studied you, seen your handiwork first hand! I know you are only one of a larger secret society. Secret societies are known to be the primary destructor of entire cultures and civilizations! Now I will not let your lying and deceptions further risk the future of our world, especially not in my own home!"

Miss Frizzle also stood up, matching Ms. Moore's stance with a confident and such a serious stance of her own; something Ralphie hadn't known she was capable of.  "Sarah, I know you have no inclination, whatsoever, to believe a thing I say, but events have been set into motion that could put a lot of innocent people in very real danger. Now I want you to forget about all the secret evil conspiracies except for the one you helped and participated in."

"Me?" Sarah looked like she has been slapped.

"You need to tell us where the stolen equipment was taken before they create a creature borne of their treacherous ambitions!" R. U. interjected, "who knows what criminals could come up with! Heck, if they know enough about neuroscience they could even dabble in large scale brainwashing! They don't actually need to know, really, just need to be clever enough to find out; so far they've been pretty clever! Granted, that would probably take a long time; more time than they don't know they don't have..."

"What stolen equipment?" Sarah demanded, "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Those thugs that pillaged my shop!" R.U. growled, stepping from the front door towards the house's owner, "what they took was dangerous, don't you get that? Dangerous to you, me, them!"

"Miss Moore?" Phoebe spoke up in her classic tone of tender why-can't-we-all-get-along, it was so unexpected that all angry stances softened a bit and looked towards the brunette that was standing up from the couch. "Can you tell us, with absolute certainty, that the goals and actions of the others in your group are not at all selfish, greedy, or vindictive?" Sarah looked ready to respond but Phoebe pressed on, "Are they as determined as you in the endeavor to uncover truth? Specifically, are they more interested in understanding what they don't understand? Or are they more keen to HAVE what they don't understand?"

Sarah stood straight, "would they be inclined to take something powerful before checking to see if it might explode in their faces? Yes, yes they would."

"And we already know they care nothing about the safety of elementary school kids," D.A. added grumpily.

"Hey, I didn't know about the kids!" Sarah stated quickly. "Dave sort of put that plan together with the contact without giving us many details."

The peacemaker's humble or submissive stance as she approached the older folks did seem to pacify Sarah, or at least made her willing to listen. "Please consider the possibility that we just want to help. Tell us where they are and we'll leave you alone. At the very least give us their names."

"Betraying a confidence," Sarah stated resolutely, "helping a self-motivated secret group like yours, which goes against everything I believe in; the very core of who I am!" Her chin rose just slightly, but it made her firm stance secure, leaving no room for counter-arguments or reconsideration. Although she looked as determined to stick to her declaration as the most devout revolutionary, Ralphie couldn't believe they were actually going to accept it.

But everyone seemed to have had quietly agreed  to let Miss Frizzle decide the next move, and it surprised everyone. "Like I said, we would not stoop." The red-headed teacher looked, Ralphie wasn’t sure, older maybe, as she took a passive stance, "if you cannot help us, we will leave you be."

The others started to get up and follow the Frizz to the door as Ralphie stood in bewilderment. He was about to say "what? Is that it??" Until he found himself facing a Keesha death-glare that seemed to dare him to voice that exact thought aloud.

As Phoebe passed the homeowner she softly pled, "if you find that at some point you can help us, you can contact us through Walkerville Elementary."

Everyone was almost out of ear shot when Sarah whispered, mostly to herself "Scott would help you," she sounded almost envious of the thought, "he would be able to."

Phoebe, Keesha, and Carlos and Ralphie bringing the rear, heard her and hesitated, but continued through the threshold where Miss Frizzle also waited and apparently heard the comment and glanced back at Ms. Moore.

"He works in the college dorms in the evenings," Sarah said without making any eye contact.

Ralphie was still barely in earshot as Miss Frizzle slipped back inside as Carlos stepped out. "If this desire of yours truly is about learning, and not about exposure, then I could try and contact my friend Johann Gutalles. He's been living with a society of primate cryptids and could use a research assistant. They, however, need proof of commitment to keeping their culture secret. They would have you live with them for years without any surface or human contact. If they NEVER come to trust you, they may never let you come home." Neither Ms. Moore nor the Frizz looked at each other, "if that's a sacrifice you can make... then I envy all the discoveries you will have the opportunity to make."

With that Valerie Frizzle left a stunned-looking Sarah Moore, leaving the house and heading back to her bus. Ralphie was certain that he missed most, if not all of that exchange. Surely the Frizz wouldn't... not someone who had a hand in her kidnapping... that would be something like a gesture of forgiveness or something. Ralphie dismissed the thought as utterly ridiculous and didn't give it a second thought.
So you can search google by images, here's how:

go to Google's image search: and in the search bar click on the camera icon (I've only gotten firefox and chrome to actually show the icon)
From there you can either paste in the URL to an image (you can copy that url by right-clicking on your image and clicking "copy image URL") or upload the image itself.

Most of your results will be deviantart since it'll show it's thumbnails under "more like this" and favorites lists.

I found my Toph Jedi Toph Jedi by RogueDragon here… ; I thought it was kinda funny!

The real unexpected kicker is for this piece: Age of Mythology by RogueDragon
I found it in several HD wallpaper places! It was never intended to be a wallpaper!…………

And I apparently even got an honorable mention in a contest I never entered.…

At least the wallpaper sites still credit RogueDragon... someone named Jerry Kale on the other hand appears to have claimed my work as his own.

Man, plagiarism still sucks. I need to remember to sign everything I put up.
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GlasMadfall Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for the favorite!
Nebulan Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Have you seen this person's gallery?…
DAZZY-P Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2014
Thanx for watching!
Pilar-Sama Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2013  Professional Artist
There's also Hero Machine version 3. Already made images of Bey Y'ang, Xoxan, and Mizatir with them. :P
RogueDragon Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Wow, that it pretty impressive! Might be the best heroine one I've seen!
Pilar-Sama Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2013  Professional Artist

fun little character creator. I've done nearly all of my female original characters with it.
Nebulan Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
genshokugal Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist

I thought you might like this! :)
NeversideFaerie Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2012
I sent an angel to watch over you last night but it came back.I asked "why?"The angel said "angels don't watch over angels."Twenty one angels are IN your world. Ten of them are sleeping, Ten are playing, one is reading this message.Send this to ten friends including me. I guess if I don't get it back I'm not one of them. As soon as you get five replies, someone you love will quietly surprise you.Please read, not joking. God has seen you struggling with something. God says its over. A blessing is coming your way.If you believe in God send this message on. Please don't ignore it. You are being tested. God is going to fix two things BIG tonight in your favor. DROP Everything and pass it on. Tomorrow will be the best day of your life. Don't break this chain.Send to 14 friends in 10 minutes.
Sir-Saboteur Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2012
Want to join :iconstar-wars-elite:
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