Scientific Progress Goes 'Boink!'

[snowcloak]

[It is high noon and hasn't been below fifty degrees in weeks. So why, oh why, is there a line of snowmen blocking the entrance to the physics room? And why are they holding signs like 'repeal Newton's third law' and 'THERMODYNAMICS = BIASED' in their branch-arms?

And for that matter, why is there a small blue fox-like creature hiding on top of a locker at the far end of the hall?]

Hehehe...this is gonna be good.

[And class should be starting right...about... ... ...now.]

Comments

[punchtheflute]

....more to the point why is there a Snorlax pouring grape syrup onto the snowmen to make giant man-shaped snow cones? Which he then procedes to devour, signs and branches and carrot noses and coal eyes and woolen hats and scarves and all.

[snowcloak]

[How--buh--wha--]

Philistine!

[Glaceon shook his paw at the much-larger Pokemon.]

How do you even still have room for more dessert?! [Pause. He remembered who he was talking to.] Oh. Right.

[punchtheflute]

I'm not Philistine - My name is Sonny Moe! Hi!

Snowcones don't take up much room. They melt pretty fast in your stomach!!

[snowcloak]

[Glaceon gave him a long, flat look. Then, finally, in a totally normal tone of voice:]

I'm sorry, I must have confused you with somebody else. How silly of me.

[junior_forensics]

[Indeed why are snowmen blocking her way into science.]

Problem, Ema? >:D

[snowcloak]

[The entirely-too-satisfied chuckle coming from atop a nearby locker might have something to do with it. Along with the muttering.]

Why do we even have to learn this junk anyway? I live on a mountain, for Arceus' sake.

[Also, if she takes a closer look, Glaceonsomebody's set up snow-students at every desk and a snow-teacher at the blackboard.]