Wollstonecraft Elementary

written by Greg K. Morris

For my sister--Without her, this wouldn't exist

The story you're about to encounter concerns a small town school. However, it wasn't some run of the mill educational establishment. The facility's students and staff, so to speak, were a diversely eclectic bunch. You see, aside from having all sorts of people learning and working there, it was unique for enrolling and employing monsters, too.

Wollstonecraft Elementary by name and founded by principled principals, it carved out a somewhat equitable reputation for fostering an inclusionary environment where humanity and monster-kind co-existed harmoniously. Some members of its community embraced it. However, there was a mounting amount of those who wrongly opposed its existence.

Chapter 1, Miss Tiffany's First Day

None the less, our tale begins on a first day back. The sun shone brightly on that September morning. Leaves began to change and a breeze blew in the air. Imagine, if you will, a vibrantly dressed, urbane, taller, thin, in her early 30s woman approaching the stone, railinged stairs with gargoyle stair knobs. Her name was Tiffany Rivera, but as a teacher, students called her "Miss Tiffany". She'd been hired to be Wollstonecraft's first ever drama teacher. Handbag in hand, she had a tanned complexion, brown eyes and silky, black locks.

Miss Tiffany gazed up at her new place of work. Wollstonecraft Elementary was a two-storied, sizeable, Gothically designed, red bricked, windowless building with a bell tower atop of its black tiled roof. Nearby it was a raven weathervane. Above its wooden awning was a dark, rectangular sign. The school's name was printed in golden letters inside it. "This is my kinda place!" Miss Tiffany remarked to herself in her high-pitched voice.

She walked up the front steps, stopped at the arched, wooden double doors and pushed a buzzer button. Over an intercom, a gravelly voiced lady called out, "This is Brigit Mordecai, office manager. How may I assist you?". "This is Tiffany Rivera, your new drama teacher!" Miss Tiffany replied. "Ooh, we've been anticipating your arrival. Come on in!" an enthused Brigit replied. "Thank you, ma'am" Miss Tiffany said. The doorway's doors unlocked and she went inside.

Miss Tiffany walked through the brightly-lit corridor, passed a pretty young woman of yesteryear's portrait, arrived at the inviting front office area and was greeted by Brigit, who was sitting at her specially decorated desk. She stood up and extended a hand to Miss Tiffany, which had acrylic nails and their wedding ring. "We're so glad to have ya hear with us, hon!" Brigit said.

Brigit, a humanoid gargoyle species-wise, wore a spiky sleeved grey blouse with a matching pencil skirt. A long bow was on the back. She had bottle lens glasses and a pageboy hairstyle. "Likewise!" responded Miss Tiffany. The two women shook hands. Brigit then handed Miss Tiffany some forms. "You just sign yourself in and I'll let the principals know you've arrived".

Miss Tiffany thanked Brigit, took them and started to sign away as Brigit picked up her telephone's receiver. "Allison, you and Vladimir can come out now. Our drama teacher's arrived!". "We'll be right out!" a kooky voice answered back. Miss Tiffany handed in her forms and Brigit stated "Words can't state how excited they are about your being there. They'd been wanting to instill a drama program for years". "Aw, sweet" replied Miss Tiffany. "It'll be an honorable thrill getting one off the ground".

The principals excited their study and entered the frame. Wollstonecraft's primary principal was a baby blue eyed, blonde haired, diminutive 123 year-old good witch pupils called Miss Amethyst. She wore lavender, curvy-framed chain glasses, mauve pumps, light purple lipstick, violet stockings, a periwinkle skirt/jacket and light pink smock. Their hair was double bunned. "It's such a honor meeting you in person. Welcome to the Wollstonecraft family!" she said to Miss Tiffany.

Miss Amethyst's vice principal partner, personally and professionally, was a 126 year-old vampire known as Mr. Stoker. "You're going to be a wonderful addition to the team!" he concurred in a sonorous tone. He himself was an angular faced, slopy eyed, gaunt, imposing, fanged fellow with swirling brown hair. His attire consisted of a black suit, matching loafers, crème dress shirt and red ascot.

"Oh, bless you both. The pleasure's all mine!" a flattered Miss Tiffany responded. The principals invited her into their quarters, which reflected its occupants. They sat down and spoke. "We were quite impressed with your resume" Mr. Stoker revealed. "The fact that you're a decorated, triple threat educator with professional theatre experience is most impressive. It was also noble of you to work with underprivileged, inner city youth, too" Miss Amethyst said.

"You two are super kind. I am just glad to be here honestly. Working here'll be a great chapter life in my life story. I've never taught monster children before. I'm forward to meeting different kinds of folks here, too" Miss Tiffany replied. "Oh, believe us. The feeling's entirely mutual regarding your presence!" stated Mr. Stoker. "Yes, and we are glad you feel that way as well" added Miss Amethyst. "Backlash has been brewing around here. With funding not being what it used to be, we're lucky have you on board and offer drama classes at all. Finding you was a blessing".

"Well, I'll do more than my best. Each drama period will count. The kids will learn, grow and have loads of fun in the process" Miss Tiffany promised. "Allie and I knew we could count on you!" exclaimed Mr. Stoker. "Vlad is right. I think you'll fit in well and be a huge asset. Now, why don't you go to the staff room and meet some of your colleagues as they arrive? Afterwards you may get situated in your specially converted classroom, which will be 108. It isn't much, I'm sorry to say" uttered Miss Amethyst.

"Oh, I don't mind at all, we'll make do" Miss Tiffany replied. "Thank you for being so understanding" Mr. Stoker said. "You will however have access to our nearby auditorium. You'll also have plenty of time to prepare for your first drama club meeting this afternoon. Several children have signed up for it via email just before Summer ended".

"We know 5 particular students who are thrilled to participate and meet you!" added Miss Amethyst. "I'm looking forward to meeting them!" replied Miss Tiffany. She saw herself out and, per the principal's request, met peers. They greeted her warmly. Students subsequently arrived on the premises thanks to purple and green school busses. After the morning bell, Miss Tiffany went to her classroom, which had an adjoining office.

After the first recess of the day, an unwanted guest arrived at the school. The slenderly built, tall man with a slick side part, string bowtie, fedora, three piece suit and briefcase walked up to Wollstonecraft's front entrance. He poked the buzzer button and, in a deep, smug voice, uttered "Oh, Brigit, dear. It's yer favourite chairman!". When Brigit heard this, she rolled her eyes, sighed, muttered an "Oi vey" but let him in anyway.

The interloping visitor was Keith Ward, executive assistant to the town's infamous mayor. Somehow, he won that job and was deemed the school's chairman. There was an odious smirk on his face when he made their way to Brigit's desk. Keith dropped his hat on it and asked "How's it's goin' today?". Brigit glanced up from her work and responded by saying "My day was going well".

"What's wrong? Aren't ya glad to see me?" Keith inquired. "No, I'm not" uttered a blunt Brigit as she went back to working. "That's a pity, why not?" queried Keith, who folded his arms. "I'd let you know, but I'm supposed to be professional while I'm on the job" answered Brigit. "Well, somebody's a little grotesque today" Keith scoffed. Brigit looked up at him and said "For your information, gargoyles are good, protecting omens". "Whatever" said a dismissive, shameless Keith. "Be a peach and fetch that witchy kook and her undead squeeze".

Brigit fetched the principals, who did their best to hide their displeasure at seeing Keith. "To what do we owe the pleasure of this visit?" asked Miss Amethyst. "I'm just here to pop by and deliver some news to you two" Keith responded. "What pray tell might that be?" inquired Mr. Stoker. "Well, as you know, there've been funding cuts as of late" Keith began. "Yes, it's been incredibly difficult to get by. We've had to try hard to keep the school's doors open" Miss Amethyst said.

"Well, fortunately for you, I'm here to relieve you of your troubles. The school be will most likely closing soon!" Keith uttered with a smile on his face. Brigit's mouth gaped open. "Begging your pardon" a stunned Mr. Stoker said in response. "Given the miniscule budgeting as of late and mounting controversy concerning this joint, the school board isn't motivated to keep it going. My employer and I have put in the recommendation to shut it down". "You cannot do that!" Miss Amethyst protested. "We're not responsible for the negative, wrongful perceptions perpetuated by your boss, or the fact his supporters buy into what he says". Keith brushed her off by saying "Too late, we already have. We only tell it like it is. Not our fault we're being listened to".

"Oh, yes. You're both quite truthful and in touch with objective reality" Mr. Stoker sarcastically remarked. "In actuality, you'll be putting several people out of work and robbing monster children of a welcoming, integrated, safe space. Both of you know that. If this school closes down, Allie and I's efforts will be for nothing". "What can I say? You two wasted your time. That's of no concern to the mayor and I".

Keith didn't make Mr. Stoker flinch. "Surely there must be something we can do to stop the school's potential closure". "Please inform us if there is" pleaded Miss Amethyst. "Fine" Keith relinquished. "We'll be shutting the doors unless you somehow muster some good press and manage to pay a substantial amount of money". "How much exactly?" asked Mr. Stoker.

Keith pulled a piece of paper from his briefcase and it handed off. "This much" he said with a grin. Mr. Stoker and Miss Amethyst were gobsmacked by the exorbitant figure they saw. "The due date's in early November, around election time. The odds aren't particularly in your favor. I doubt you'll succeed and hope you don't. 'Bye now" Keith said.

And on that note, he put his hat back on and strutted out of the office. Livid by his callous nature, Brigit shouted out "Don't let the doors hitcha on the way out!". "What do you think we ought to do, dear?" a concerned Mr. Stoker asked his mate as he put his hand on her shoulder. "Let's wait 'til Friday's assembly to reveal this predicament the children and our staff, darling" a saddened Miss Amethyst responded, grasping her lover's hand in hers.

Chapter 2, Miss Tiffany Meets The Children

Outside, Keith crossed paths with Edgar Mordecai, Brigit's husband and the school's dedicated custodian, who was giving the front stoop a sweep. Mr. Mordecai, a lofty, long-faced, pale, croaky voiced zombie who'd previously died but was reanimated after being buried in bewitched land's ground, had salt 'n pepper hair, forget me not blue eyes and had on his grey coveralls. "Be careful of my sweepings pile, please" he civilly requested of Keith. "I wouldn't dream of taking your labor away" Keith sarcastically said.

He proceeded to partake in a pretend trip over Mr. Mordecai's dust pan, which scattered what he'd already swept. "You're the epitome of maturity" Mr. Mordecai dryly remarked. Still self-satisfied after callously breaking the bad news inside, Keith drew a celebratory cigarette from his pocket and proceeded to light up. Being a man of self-control, Mr. Mordecai calmly stated "It's my obligation to inform you that smoking is strictly prohibited on school grounds. Not permitted at all".

Looking down on and turning up his nose at the custodian, Keith frowned and begrudgingly dropped his cig. "Lovely, more stuff to clean. Look, if you insist on doing that, would you at least have the common courtesy to put it out? Please and thank you" Mr. Mordecai said. Keith stamped it out, shrugged, uttered "I'm only helping you earn your keep while it lasts" and walked away. Mr. Mordecai re swept his sweepings and muttered "One day he's gonna get his. The tether ball of karma will hit him in the face".

Thankfully, more positive events transpired that day. Miss Tiffany had made herself at home in her classroom. Which had a carpeted floor, some sprucing decore and rodded curtains installed in it. "This'll do quite nicely!" she said to herself. She decorated her office, wrote her name/an itinerary on the chalk board and said "Now we're ready to roll!".

Four girls and one boy were the first students to arrive at Miss Tiffany's classroom and greet her. Each had a unique style. They were led by a 13 year-old, black werewolf girl with dark eyes, thick-rimmed glasses, a single gold earring, non silver pentagram pendant and light brown hair. Moon by name, she said "Miss Amethyst let us come here early"

"We also pitched in and made you a card. Think of it as our way of welcoming you to Wollstonecraft!" added Lena, an age 12, fangy, Asian vampire girl who possessed brown eyes, plaited black hair, greyish skin and scarlet lips. "We're ecstatic you're going to our teacher!" stated Mary, a modern Prometheus girl. Aged 11, she had a greenish hue to her skin, stiches, braces, fingerless gloves that looked like bandages, bolt-shaped earrings and reddish-brown hair with white streaks.

"We've seen you onstage before. You were so amazing!" revealed Gilbert (a tall for his age, 10 year-old amphibious gilboy possessing seaweed-like hair, gilly cheeks and webbed feet). "We're all huge fans of yours!" added Kathy, a lanky, 12 year-old human girl. She had short strawberry blonde hair. Kathy wore a pink shirt and blue denim overalls, too. "Aw, thank you!" uttered a touched Miss Tiffany.

"We're awfully glad and relieved you like your card" said Lena. "We were afraid you wouldn't" Kathy confessed "Well, I definitely do. You kids certainly succeeded in making my day!". Miss Tiffany placed her gift on their desk and asked "What are all your names?". They introduced themselves and Miss Tiffany responded by saying "Well, It's fabulous to meet all of you. You kids excited?".

"Oh, we're off the charts hyped!" Mary declared. "You wouldn't happen to be that quintet of students Miss Amethyst told me about?" Miss Tiffany inquired. "That would be us" Gilbert confessed. "He told us we'd have drama classes with you as our teacher back in June" Moon explained. "We freaked out. We've literally been counting the days 'til now" Lena added. "We've always wanted to have drama classes here" revealed Kathy. "And having you as our teacher is the cake's icing" continued Gilbert. "My goodness, you're all too sweet. I'll do my best not to disappoint!" Miss Tiffany promised. "'Oh, we won't be disappointed!" said Mary. "We trust you" stated Moon.

"Well, then. We better get started. You kids wanna help set up?" said Miss Tiffany. "Sure thing!" answered Gilbert "What do want us to do?" asked Mary. " If you could please assist me with unstacking those chairs, we could make a circle out them" Miss Tiffany said, pointing at the chair stack in the corner. "We can definitely help out with that!" exclaimed Lena. "Let's do it!" said Kathy. They worked together and got the job done relatively quickly.

Marked by school bell's ringing, the time had come for Wollstonecraft Elementary first drama period to begin. Our key quintet took their seats and their classmates came pooling in. After everyone had sat down, Miss Tiffany declared "Class is now in session!". She took the liberty of introducing herself to the whole group. "Now" started Miss Tiffany. "As an ice breaker, we're gonna get to know each other by going 'round the circle and telling the class a little bit about ourselves. Who'd like to go first?".

Moon raised her hand so fast it seemed to shoot into the air. Miss Tiffany gestured at her and said "Yes, Moon?". "I took gymnastic classes during the Summer time and managed to the first wolfgirl in town to take them!" Moon stated. "Very neat!" Miss Tiffany commented. Lena went next, pointed at herself with both hands and declared "This girl landed first place in a dance competition!". "Hey, that's awesome. Well done!" Miss Tiffany congratulated.

Gilbert stated that he'd "gotten into singing!". "Oh, sweet. I'd love to hear you sing sometime" said Miss Tiffany. Mary shared that she "made her local stage debut in a supporting performance!". "Bravo!" was Miss Tiffany's response. Kathy revealed that she'd "started researching old plays and musicals!". "It's fab you're broadening your horizons!" uttered Miss Tiffany. The rest of the class took their turn. When everyone had finished, Moon asked Miss Tiffany "What's something cool we should know about you?". Without hesitation, she answered by saying "Let's just say I'm being truer to myself than ever before". "Good on you" said Lena.

Everyone, having fun in the process, subsequently partook in playing when the wind blows, whoosh woah and show us how you get down. The bell rang, officially ended the school day. "Class dismissed, see ya tomorrow!" Miss Tiffany said. As students started to empty out into the hallway, Mary went up to her teacher. "Thanks for a great first drama class!". "Oh, you're welcome" Miss Tiffany replied. "I should be thanking you and your friends. Y'all sure know how to make a gal feel welcomed". "It was nothing" Gilbert modestly said. "You have a good night". "Back 'atcha, kids" responded Miss Tiffany. On her away out, Kathy whispered "I knew we'd love her!" to the other quintet members. Miss Tiffany overheard this and smiled.

Chapter 3, Ted Barclay

Elsewhere after school, a pastel garbed, British-born woman with red hair tied into a topknot arrived at city hall, which resembled a gothic castle. Her name was Lillian. She was the much younger, put upon wife of mayor Ted Barclay.

Outside, she gazed at one of her husband's campaign signs with the saddest blue eyes imaginable and read it aloud. "Vote to reelect Ted Barclay". Lillian sighed and slowly proceeded to walk inside. Keith caught a glance of her in the lobby and proceeded to walk in Lillian's direction. Her skin started to crawl. "This man is insufferable!" she muttered. "Afternoon Lillian. how's yer day going?" Keith queried with an insincere smile.

Lillian, who was in a melancholy mood, said "Oh, the norm. Uneventful, lonely and not terribly fulfilling. All I did was sit around the manor, attend a school board meeting, cook and clean". "Too bad" responded an unbothered Keith. "It wasn't a day worth living through" Lillian replied. "I'll take your word, shall we pay your husband a visit?" was Keith's response. "yes" Lillian reluctantly said.

Both of them took a lobby elevator to the top floor. They walked down the hall which led to Ted Barclay's office. In the corridor, his long-suffering secretary, Molly Matheson (nicknamed "Miss Molly") sat at her pristine desk and worked away. She was an elfin, soft speaking lady with short, curly hair. "Hello, there, m'dear! It's so good to see you" she said to Lillian. "I'm here, too" a perturbed Keith groused. "So your are" replied Miss Molly.

"It's lovely to cross paths with you, too" Lillian said to her friend. "What's Ted up to right now?" Keith interjected. "He's watching a live, televised interview with his competitor" Miss Molly answered. "I bet that's making him cross" Lillian muttered. "Him feeling that way isn't improbable" replied Miss Molly. With hesitation, Lillian asked, "Could you please let Ted know we're here?". "Certainly, Lil" responded an obliging Miss Molly. She picked up her phone receiver and said "Mayor Barclay, your wife and yes man are here".

"That's executive assistant to you" protested Keith. A voice responded to Miss Molly by saying "Send 'em in now!". It cut like a knife. Miss Molly took Lillian's hand and said "You can go in!". Keith straightened his clothing out, smoothed their hair and embarked into Barclay's domain. Lillian gathered her gumption together and followed him in. "God be with you, Lillian" Miss Molly said.

Ted Barclay's office was a dimly-lit, grungy room with cheap furnishings. He sat on a sofa, rested both feet on a coffee table, glared at his TV with soul-reflecting eyes and smoked. His opposing candidate was being interviewed by a premiere local reporter. "If elected, what would your future plans entail?" she asked him. "Diplomatically speaking I'd try to move this community forward and take it towards a prosperous direction!" he told her. "You've actually got principals!" the reporter quipped.

Barclay used his remote control to turn off the television set, puffed their cigar and hissed "Damn do gooders!". He was a long, sharp chinned, burly, bushy browed, jowly man in a suit and bowtie. His hair was slicked back, grey and receding. When his wife and executive assistant entered the room, he stood up and barked out "Sit down, both of yous!".

He planted himself at his desk and put their cigar out. Lillian sat down on a stool, while Keith obediently plopped down into an armchair. "Did you inform the principals about Wollstonecraft's inevitably closure, Ward?" he questioned Keith. "Without tact" Keith informed. Barclay scratched Keith under his chin, pinched their cheek and uttered "That's a good, little sycophant!".

Barclay walked over to and faced his blinded window. "Not long now 'til the school's property is mine to obtain". "Why exactly do want to acquire the school's land?" Lillian inquired. Barclay turned his head sharply and carped "Do not question me. That's none of your business and no concern to you. Stay in your lane and don't meddle in my affairs". "I'm sorry I asked" replied a forlorned Lillian. "You should be" Keith scolded.

Barclay faced the two of them. "Considering what I intend to say and the gargantuan sum, that so-called school's days are numbered. They'll never raise enough funds in time or amass enough positive publicity". "It is a good thing that the human children will be segregated from monsters. It's in their best interest" Lillian said. "That's an understatement" Barclay carped. "That quote-unquote education they obtain is useless. We've got to protect them from the monstrous staff's corrupting influence and degenerative, sinful riff raff peers!".

"My goodness, you're a titan with immense, swell vision, boss!" Keith shamelessly said. "Somehow I knew you'd say something like that" Lillian told him. Keith tried to brush off her words. "Unlike you, he has sense. Make yourself scarce now, Lillian!" Barclay demanded. "Ward and I have some business to take care of. When we're done, you'll drive me home". "Very well" replied a saddened Lillian. "I won't interfere. Enjoy your man's work. Getting out of here would be a pleasure!".

Chapter 4, A Spooky Slumber Party

Meanwhile in the suburbs, we arrive at the house of Jean and Jeff Brown. Jean was employed as Wollstonecraft's nurse, while her husband worked as its PE teacher and coach of the school's volleyball team--The Ghoulies (Lena was one of them). Both were human. Kathy was their biological child but they'd also adopted Moon, Lena and Gilbert.

"Letting the kids have a celebratory slumber party with Mary as a way of commemorating their special day was a wonderful idea, dear" Jean said to Jeff as she set the table for dinner. "We couldn't just let the significance of today go unnoticed". "I'm glad you thought so, darling. Did the children tell you how their day was?" Jeff replied as he put the finishing touches on supper. "They said that the day went well but headed right upstairs to do some final prep for tonight's festivities" Jean answered.

"That's understandable, they've got a lot to celebrate" Jeff said. "Indeed. Gilbert did say they'd give us the full details at dinnertime!" Jean uttered. She was a small of stature, headstrong, plummily voiced mama bear with a blonde bob and crystal blue eyes. Her sweater, shoes and capris were pink.

"I'm looking forward to a full report!" stated Jeff. He was sharp eyed, chiseled family man. Distinguishing characteristics of him included a blue tracksuit, whistle, jet black hair and voice that could rumble the floor. Jeff took a homemade pizza out of the oven and declared "Dinner is ready!". "Fab. I'll let the children know" Jean responded. "Preadolescents and teens, come on down, please!". "We'll be down in a flash, ma!" Gilbert called back.

When they arrived downstairs, Jeff stuck his head out of the kitchen said "You kids can get situated at the table now while we do drinks!". "We'll start making our way, dad!" Kathy replied. The doorbell rang as the kids went into the kitchen. "That should be Doc Bill dropping off Mary. Could one of you please get the door!' Jean requested. "I'll let them in!" Moon volunteered. "Thanks, kid!" Jeff said.

When Moon opened the front door, Mary greeted her by saying "Hey, girl!". Standing next to Mary was her adoptive father, Doc Bill. A gentle giant and gentlemanly brit of Indian descent, he was a skeletal former doctor who worked as Wollstonecraft's cook. "Thanks for dropping her off!" Moon said to him. "Quite the contrary. I must thank you for having her over!" he responded. "We're glad to do it, Doc Bill!" Jeff called from inside the kitchen.

"You just make yourself at home, sweetheart!" added Jean. Doc Bill smiled, took a duffle bag off his shoulder and handed it to Mary. "Here's your overnight bag, darling. I packed it with everything you'll need. Love you, my sweet". "Thanks, daddy. Love you, too!" Mary said. "I'll pick you up tomorrow" Doc Bill promised. "See you then, Mary" replied. "Have a lovely night, all! Doc Bill said. "Back at you!" everyone responded. He headed down the front steps. Moon closed the door behind him and led Mary to the kitchen.

"You're just in time for dinner, Mary!" Jean said when they arrived at the table. "Take a seat, you two!" uttered, Jeff. After they'd sat down, Jean handed a loaded salad bowl and tongs to Mary. "Jeff made the pizza and I took the liberty making you some Caesar salad like you asked". "Thanks a lot, Jean. You rock!" Mary said. Jean smiled and said "The majority of you can help yourself to some, too. Just keep it away from Lena's plate, given her garlic allergy and all!". "Mom, don't bring it up!" grumbled an embarrassed Lena. Jeff stuck up for his wife by saying "Your mother's just looking out for your well being!". "I guess I should appreciate that" Lena admitted. Everyone started to dig in and conversed as they ate.

"So, how did it go with meeting Miss Tiffany?" inquired Jean. "It was a dream come true!" stated Gilbert. "She was awesome!" added Kathy. "She's cute, too" Gilbert said. Everyone awed at his comment. "I'm glad meeting your hero lived up to expectations!" Jeff said. "What sort of stuff did you all do in class? he queried. Moon recapped the drama periods, ending the recap by saying "We had the best time".

After everybody had finished and cleaned up dinner, the kids headed upstairs with a bowl of popcorn and beverages to watch a scary musical movie. On behalf of everyone else, Gilbert said "Thanks for dinner!" to Jean and Jeff. "Eh, it was nothin'" replied Jeff. "You enjoy yourselves, children!" said Jean.

It started to get dark and stormy outside, but the little monsters and Kathy went on with their plans. The film they watched in the older kids' room was a scream. While they watched, all of them munched on popcorn and sipped their sodas--Except for Lena, who drank from a blood bank packet. "You may wanna look away" she said. "Nah! we're used to it" said Moon. "It isn't anything we haven't already seen before" Kathy said. "Truth enough" agreed Lena. "Besides, it's good for your survival" joked Mary. This made Lena laugh.

After the movie, the kids washed, brushed, got into their PJs and went into the attic. Lena got comfy in a potable coffin. Gilbert settled in a kiddie pool. Mary found a gurney to lay on. Everybody else settled into their sleeping bags. Jeff and Jean popped in at bedtime. "Lights out, kids" Jeff said. "Goodnight and sleep tight" uttered Jean. "We'll see you in the morning. "Goodnight!" the children repeated. When Jeff and Jean had gone, the kids told scary stories by flashlight. Mary won out by telling the scariest. "I knew I'd win!" she gloated.

Chapter 5, Bad News at Assembly

A few days later, it was Friday. Miss Amethyst and Mr. Stoker were pacing anxiously in the auditorium stage's wings. "I've been dreading this assembly all week!" Mr. Stoker uttered as he wiped sweat from his brow. "I'm wishing I could've stayed in my coffin this morning".

"I know how you feel" Miss Amethyst commiserated. "I'd love to get my broomstick and fly right out of here". "Usually the annual welcome back assembly on the first week's last day is supposed to be a joyous occasion" said. "How are we ever going to tell everybody that Wollstonecraft might be closing?". "Well, unlike Keith Ward, we'll deliver the news in a gentle, tactful fashion!" Miss Amethyst answered.

In the front office, Brigit said "Everyone to the auditorium for assembly, please" over loudspeakers. When off mic, she sat at her desk, turned to her nearby husband (who was mopping the tiled office floor) and reproachfully uttered "After being sworn to secrecy, the black cat'll be outta the bag". "The poor crowd's going to be gutted" replied Mr. Mordecai. "Just breaking the news will be hard for Vlad and Allie".

Miss Tiffany walked in the hall with the Browns and Doc Bill . "Our kids have been loving your class thus far" revealed Jean. "They're having the time of their lives" added Jeff. "I've haven't seen my Mary so happy in a long time" gushed Doc Bill. "That just tickles me pink!" Miss Tiffany replied.

The scopeful, atmospheric auditorium, which resembled an old time theatre with its sizeable stage, gold colored trimmings, red seats and balcony, started to fill up. Miss Tiffany sat near the quintet. They spoke before assembly officially began. "We've been loving improv!" Gilbert told Miss Tiffany. "It's both fun and challenging acting without a script" added Kathy. "You said it. I really am glad you've been enjoying my classes" Miss Tiffany replied. "We'll actually be doing group work scenes next week!". "We're gonna have fun doing that!" commented Moon. "We look forward to it!" added Lena.

Suddenly, a bat flew onto the stage, hovered over a podium placed upon it and morphed into Mr. Stoker. Miss Amethyst walked onstage to join him. Despondent looks were on their faces. A sense of foreboding took heed.

"Hello, everyone" started Mr. Stoker. "I'm sorry to say, this isn't going to our usual beginning of school assembly". "At the start of this week, we dealt a blow" Miss Amethyst began. "We regret to inform you, but Mr. Stoker and I received devastating news. Wollstonecraft Elementary may unfortunately be closing". There was collective gasp from the crowd and a subsequent audible silence.

A devastated Mary broke it by saying "Please tells us why!". She and her friends held back tears. "According to our charming as they come chairman, the board is heavily considering closure for this school" Miss Amethyst answered. "Why would they do that?" questioned Doc Bill. "Funding cuts and Ted Barclay's spreading unfavorable slagging around town" Mr. Stoker answered.

"That figures, Barclay and Ward are a couple of skeezes with unfortunate, poorly used influence they didn't earn" uttered Sirrom H. Gerg (middle name "Htiek), the long-haired, stocky, quirky eyed, arched eyebrowed poltergrem who supervised Wollstonecraft's recess and lunch hours. "They'll ruin us!". Anxious murmuring began to occur. Hovering above her seat in a sitting position, Mrs. Biddlecomb, the matronly, husky voiced, bulby nosed, short statured ghost librarian with short, curly hair proclaimed "We're doomed. We are all going to be displaced. The end is near!".

"Let's try to keep calm!" Jeff suggested. "Is there anything we can do to save the school, Allison?" Jean asked. "We have to raise a fortune and improve our reputation" Miss Amethyst answered. "I don't see how we'll do it". "It's too much to obtain via a typical fundraiser and Barclay's liable to continue his smear campaign" Mr. Stoker said.

Miss Tiffany stood up boldly. "Might I make a suggestion?". "Yes you may!" answered Mr. Stoker". "We're open to anything!" stated a desperate Miss Amethyst". "Why don't you put on a show?" Miss Tiffany suggested. The principals looked intrigued. "You already have a stage we can use. There are plenty of seats here, if you charge the right amount per seat, you'd probably acquire enough proceeds" Miss Tiffany said.

"What a fantastic idea, Tiff!" Sirrom complimented. "Do you think you'd actually be able to get one off the ground?" Mrs. Biddlecomb inquired. "Sure" replied Miss Tiffany. "I'd be more than happy to oversee matters. Students could definitely participate". "We'd be into that" Kathy remarked on her and their friend's behalf. "Members of staff would be able to volunteer as well. We can show the general public what we're all about!" Miss Tiffany uttered. "That all sounds quite feasible!" commented Mr. Stoker. "Alright then, it's decided. We'll be putting on a show!" Miss Amethyst declared. When everybody else applauded Miss Tiffany's idea, she blushed.

Chapter 6, A Schnook Catches on

A week later, the girls and Gilbert were hanging out after school. They sat around in a local café and talked. "I'm so looking forward to the after school auditions on Wednesday!" Moon stated. "Said no one ever, I'm not!" an aghast Gilbert replied. "Me, neither" Mary concurred. "I just hope I'm ready in time!" Lena said.

"Oh, we will be. We've been practicing long enough now" Kathy chimed in. "We'll probably make the cut, too. Miss Tiffany likes us" Mary said. "And we without a doubt love her!" Gilbert added. "Even so, we'd better do well. We're working with Tiffany Rivera!" Moon said. "If we make it into the show, we'll need to be really good in it, too. Wollstonecraft's future depends on the show going well!" Lena uttered.

Unbeknown to them, a nearby man in an armchair listened in on their conversation. He was drinking black coffee to sober up from the night before and read a newspaper. The man was Keith Ward. He ran outside, got on his phone and paid Barclay a call. "Boss, it's Ward. It seems that the Wollstonecraft brats have plans to thwart you!". "Get your butt down here and give me a full report!" Barclay ordered.

In Barclay's office, he'd just finished a business meeting with his wife and secretary. "Election day's encroaching and will be here before we know it. You'd better not screw anything up in the coming weeks!" he snapped at Miss Molly. "I'll try my very best to appease your every need!" she replied in a sarcastic tone. Barclay said "see that you do" and faced his wife. "Try to at least look happy when we're photographed together in public. Think of how lucky you are to have me of all men as a husband!". "What you ask of me is easier said than done!" Lillian said in response.

Barclay got out his phone to hate rewatch that previously mentioned interview. The reporter joked "Any chances of you stooping to Barclay's level?". Barclay's rival responded by seriously saying "I intend to win this election fair and square. That's a promise. I'll refrain from partaking in any below the belt, corrupt behavior!". "Can you believe the nerve of them?" Barclay asked aloud.

"I know, right? They've got so much more integrity than you do!" Miss Molly replied. "Shut it you. I was being rhetorical. Get out!" Barclay barked. Miss Molly responded with an eyeroll and left. "Oh dear. It just occurred to me that Keith will be arriving at anytime!" Lillian thought aloud.

Keith then burst into Barclay's office. "It's your favourite executive assistant!" he said to Barclay. "Speak of the devil" quipped Lillian. "What are the Wollstonecraft heathens up to, Ward?" Barclay questioned. "I overheard a group of them saying the school's going to stage a variety show of some kind and stir up buzz. They'll fundraise, too" Keith revealed.

"Is that so? Seriously!" Barclay responded. "They audition on Wednesday, post school hours" Keith continued. "They really think doing that is gonna stop me? Ha! That's rich" Barclay responded. "And get this, Tiffany Rivera is in charge of staging it and teaching at the Wollstonecraft, too" Keith informed. "That pretender? We can use their involvement to our advantage" Barclay said. "We'd better see this for ourselves".

Barclay turned to his wife. "You're going to go there and scope out the area". "Me? Why do you want me to do that?" Lillian inquired. "Ward and I have business to take care of". "I'm not even going to ask what is is" Lillian responded. "That's uncharacteristically wise of you" Keith said. Barclay smiled at this insult.

"I agree that the school perpetuates a dangerous, toxic environment and support its closure, but you can't expect me to go there by myself" a hurt, anxious Lillian protested. "Ward and I will be there later on. Know your place You're going there and that is final. Do I make myself clear?" responded Barclay. "Crystal" a defeated Lillian said. Miss Molly overheard all this. "Lillian deserves so much better!".

An apprehensive Lillian arrived on the school's grounds. "How can he send me to do his dirty work?" she muttered to herself. Miss Tiffany was talking to Mrs. Biddlecomb outside the stage door when Lillian approached them. "Dear God, that's Ted Barclay's wife" Mrs. Biddlecomb whispered to Miss Tiffany. "Is it really?" she replied.

"It is" Mrs. Biddlecomb answered. "She isn't a complete cretin liker her husband, but I've heard she's in favor of closing the school due to ignorance". "I doubt it's willful" Miss Tiffany whispered back. "I suggest we help her see things as they are".

She went to go greet Lillian. "Mrs. Barclay, it is so kind of you to pay us a visit. My name is Tiffany Rivera. I'm the drama teacher here". Lillian found her surprisingly disarming and sincere. "Oh, I charmed to meet you. You can may call me Lillian. It's a pleasure making your acquaintance". The two women shook hands.

"We were just about to hold auditions for our forthcoming talent show" Mrs. Biddlecomb told Lillian. "How's about you come on inside with us and watch?" Miss Tiffany inquired. "Would it be safe for a lady such as myself to do so?" Lillian queried.

"Oh, absolutely!" Miss Tiffany replied. "Let's make our way inside, shall we?" Mrs. Biddlecomb implored. "Alright, I trust you two" Lillian said. She took Miss Tiffany's hand and the three women went in.

Chapter 7, An unpleasant Audition Surprise

Lillian got herself situated with Miss Tiffany and Mrs. Biddlecomb in the house. Sirrom and Mr. Mordecai were also there to help out with auditioning proceedings. "Here. Come sit next to me, dear lady!" Sirrom said to Lillian. "Thanks for gracing us with your presence this afternoon" Mr. Mordecai uttered. Lillian, who wasn't accustomed to being treated well by men, was further put at ease. Miss Tiffany clapped her hands together and said "Let's begin. Show me, the staff and our special guest Miss Lillian what you've got".

The hopefuls, who'd been practicing like mad, poured their hearts into their auditions "Bravo, cherubs!" Sirrom called out. "I never knew you kids were so talented!" Mr. Mordecai commented. "Ya'll shined like the stars you are!" Miss Tiffany gushed. "They really did" concurred Mrs. Biddlecomb.

Lillian had a lovely time watching the auditions. Particularly impressed by the quintet, she got to meet them after the other auditionees had left. "Children, you were all really something up there!". "Thanks, Miss Lillian! Thrilled you enjoyed yourself" Gilbert said. "With skill like yours in the show, it's bound to be a smash hit" Lillian complimented. "Not on my watch!" a voice called out.

Everyone turned around to see a crooked, hooked cane in hand Barclay and Keith walking down an aisle. "I told you you're not allowed in there!" yelled Brigit, who was behind them. "We'll be departing the premises soon" was Keith's response. "Stabbing me in the back, are we, Lillian?" Barclay asked. "It turns out that you don't have to close the down school after all" Lillian said in defense. "The students and staff are actually quite splendid here".

"I'm shutting this school down, even if it's the last thing I ever do. Of course you'd be foolish enough to buy into them. Don't fall for their obvious façade!" Barclay snapped. "You tell 'er!" Keith said. "The monsters and humans seem to co-exist quite splendidly" Lillian protested. "Folks oughta stay their own kind" Barclay hurled back. "You're so right, boss" Keith agreed.

Miss Tiffany intervened. "Your lovely wife's assessment is accurate. You can't just barge in here and make a spectacle out of yourself". "So says the deluded faker" Barclay replied. "Don't talk to Miss Tiffany like that!" Mary defended. "She's the best teacher ever!" Kathy added. "Oh, you kids are just confused and having a phase" an unmoved Barclay replied.

"Ted Barclay, you are on a roll today!" uttered Keith. Barclay stroked his hair after he said this. "You need not behave in this manner!" Lillian said to her awfully wedded husband. "Butt out. I'll talk how I damn well please, you baggage!" Barclay carped. He turned to Keith and said "Let's go". "Yeah, it's about time we depart this dump and keep better company" Keith replied. "You're no prizes yourself" Sirrom quipped.

As they walked up the aisle, Miss Tiffany said "Our show's going to be success and we'll save the school!". "You just keep telling yerself that" Barclay said. When Keith saw Mr. Mordecai, he maliciously uttered "take care, eh, pal?" and gave him an intentionally hard backslap. This made Mr. Mordecai's right arm pop off. "You may wanna pick that up" Keith said. Mr. Mordecai grunted and glowered.

Just before they'd left the auditorium, Moon said, "If I were a grownup, I wouldn't vote for you!" to Barclay. Lena took a shot at Keith by saying "If you keep kissing up like that, your lips will chap!". The two men didn't say anything, but their prides were hurt.

"Astute comments, children" Mrs. Biddlecomb commented. "That Barclay's got Joseph McCarthy's charm" Miss Tiffany remarked. Brigit picked up her husband's arm. "Here, honey. Let me help you put this back in its socket". When it was reattached, Mr. Mordecai said "Thanks, love. You're a keeper. I'm wishing I could've walloped him with it."

Lillian sat in a front row seat. Her eyes welled up with tears. The quintet went to go check on Lillian and sat around her. Miss Tiffany handed Lillian a hanky and helped let her hair. down. "Here, dry your eyes. Undoing this tight hair style will make you feel better, too". Lillian thanked Miss Tiffany. "Ted Barclay's really your husband?" Moon inquired. "I'm afraid so, dear" Lillian answered while wiping away years.

"I am so sorry, he's about as charming as a mousetrap on someone's crotch!" Gilbert uttered. "You don't deserve to be treated so badly. How'd you get stuck with him?" Lena questioned. "Back when he retired his business ventures, became a public figure and started dabbling in politics, my father married me off to him in exchange for obtaining political clout".

"Oof, that sucks" commented Kathy. "Father of the year" remarked Mary. "I never forgave him" a calmer Lillian responded. "I don't blame you" Mrs. Biddlecomb said. "Is Barclay's stooge that pathetic all the time?" Moon queried. "24/7" Brigit said. "He's also as bad as Barclay" added Mr. Mordecai.

"I'm ashamed to admit, due to being misinformed, I was pro being closing down your school" Lillian confessed. "Not anymore, though. I owe you all an apology". "All's forgiven. I can tell you're a sweet lady who didn't know any better. At least you learned your lesson" Miss Tiffany said. "As a way of making it up to you all, may I assist with your show?" Lillian asked.

"Oh, of course you may!" Miss Tiffany answered. The kids stated "We'd be glad to have you!". Lillian appreciated this. "What sweet kiddos you are" a proud Sirrom commented. Lillian looked Miss Tiffany in the eyes. "There's something else was Ted wrong about, you're a great woman". Miss Tiffany, whose heart was warmed, replied by saying "Thanks. As are you!".

Chapter 8, Lunch Woes & Some Recess Fun

The following week, the quintet were in Wollstonecraft's lunch room. Lena, Moon, Kathy and Gilbert grabbed a table after securing their lunches. Mary spoke with Doc Bill, who was serving meals. "Hoping your lunch is to your liking, dear!" he said. "It always is, daddy!" she replied. Once all the kids were together, anxious thoughts took hold of them as they ate their lunch.

Gilbert rocked his chair nervously. All of a sudden it magically fastened itself to the floor. "All four on the floor, please!" an articulate voice behind him called out, which startled everyone. "Ah, what was that?" Gilbert asked aloud. It wound up belonging to Sirrom, who was wearing a flat cap, multicolored, striped shirt, loafers, superhero lanyard and his vest. The children were startled at first when he popped out of know where but happy to see him. "Shalom!" he chirped.

"Oh, it's just you, Sirrom" a relieved Moon Said. "Sorry for the scare. Yep, it's your favourite poltergrem" he said. "So, what's the matter? You all look down today. I figured you should be happy. You're all going to be in the show. I saw the cast list". "Oh, we're grateful and thrilled about that" Kathy said. "Thank God we made it in!" Lena said.

"We've just got some concerns" Kathy said. "Well, why don't you talk about 'em. Maybe I could help you out" Sirrom replied. "I'm personally shaken by the time we saw Barclay and his simp in person" Moon said. "Oh, don't let that blowhard bother you, Moon" Sirrom responded. "Regarding Ward, he's so undignified. I've seen golems less blindly devoted than him". The kids laughed at this.

"What else is on your mind?" Sirrom queried. "I'm a bit freaked out about about having to go out in a front of an audience" Lena admitted. "Each of you will be fabulous. There's plenty of time to rehearse. The audience will love the show. You'll manage to have fun. Tell 'em, Mary" Sirrom replied. "I can confirm that it's electrifying making an audience happy" she confirmed.

"Fair, but we're still scared that Wollstonecraft being shut down for good" Moon said. "Barclay and Ward seem like they'd do whatever it takes to bring us all down" Gilbert added. "I'll admit, I'm a little nerve wracked, too. However, we're gonna put on the best show possible. I know we'll prevail in the end. You mark my words!" Sirrom replied. He gave each of the kids a high five. "Thanks for the pepping" Lena thanked. "Anytime, kids!" Sirrom responded.

The bell signifying recess rang. The quintet and Sirrom headed outside for recess. The children played on the field's monstrously creative playground (Lena wore extra strength sunscreen and carried a black parasol to survive). Periodically, Sirrom kept them entertained and made the kids laugh. They also graciously showed him a bit of their acts intended for the show.

Chapter 9, The Show Comes Together

Miss Tiffany wasted no time and rehearsals started soon after. At the first practice, she motivated the cast by "We're gonna work some magic, young ones!". This set the tone going forward and struck up good morale. Next, she handed out a sheet of paper to each participant. "This is going to be the order in which you perform" Miss Tiffany explained.

"Now, we're going to run through all of your acts". And they did. In a timely fashion, too. "Well done, kiddos" an impressed Miss Tiffany said. As rehearsals continued to go under way, the show began to evolve. "Why don't we do an improv segment?" Kathy suggested. "Good thinking. We'll definitely implement that" Miss Tiffany said.

"We could take the students who're singing solo songs and have them perform a choral number!" Mrs. Biddlecomb said to Miss Tiffany. "That would be a more than worthy addition to the showcase!" an enthusiastic Miss Tiffany replied. Mrs. Biddlecomb, who played piano in life, was in charge of backing up the students' singing. "Thank Heavens I can still touch solid objects without them going through me!" she uttered during a practice.

Lillian did her part by designing and making costumes. "I have quite the ensembles in store for our performers!" she told Miss Tiffany. "Ooh, I look forward to seeing the finished product!" Miss Tiffany replied. Mr. Mordecai, who dabbled in carpentry pre zombification, designed a back drop. "I'll get started on building and painting this asap!" he promised Miss Tiffany. "Aren't you the l'il scenery wizard!" she said to him. Mr. Mordecai started blushing.

Brigit pitched in by officiating ticket sales. "We'll be sellin' out in no time flat!" she said. An eye catching poster was created to advertise the show. Sirrom took the liberty of posting them. "Just call me Wollstonecraft's poster boy!" he quipped. One day in the staff room, the principals gushed to Miss Tiffany. "We're so pleased with how the show's shaping up!" uttered Miss Amethyst. "What would we do without you!" Mr. Stoker said. "Oh, I'm just doin' my job" Miss Tiffany replied.

Chapter 10, The Barclay Strikes Back

Keith was walking down the street one afternoon when a poster for the showcase caught his eye. He snatched it. "Boss Barclay oughta see this for himself!". Later on, Barclay was having Miss Molly dictate upcoming appointments in his office. "When we're done, you and me ought to meet up" Barclay said in the midst of their meeting. "You're a married man and your wife is my friend. Absolutely not!" a repulsed Miss Molly rejected. "Fine" an irritated Barclay replied.

Keith bolted into the room at a rapid pace and brushed past Miss Molly, who nearly fell over. Thankfully, she caught her balance. "I'm gonna get go you for that" an annoyed Miss Molly said.

"Yeah, sure" said Keith, who turned his attention to talking with Barclay. "I came across this on a notice board". Keith passed the poster to his boss. "They're actually getting their show off the ground?" Barclay cried. "I didn't think they would". "I'm surprised as well" Keith responded. "They'll gonna have it on Halloween night, too!" Barclay stated with a gasp.

"They might actually succeed!" Keith said. "Shut up or you'll be going back to poor political commentating and a mundane, minimalistic educational position!" Barclay barked. "We've got to sabotage those freaks and stop any form of succession". Keith zipped it. Barclay turned to Miss Molly. "Cancel my appointments for tomorrow". "Very well" she replied". "But first, make use of yourself, light my stogie" Barclay ordered. Before Miss Molly could, Keith got out a match, lit it and uttered "Lemme do that for you!". Miss Molly rolled her eyes at this.

Barclay spent the next day's morning and afternoon writing a spiel. By nightfall, it came time to recite it in a stream--With an off to the side Keith cueing him with cards. "Citizens, it's come to my attention that there's going to be an ungodly presentation presented on October 31st of all nights. It is Wollstonecraft's Elementary's, quite frankly, futile, feeble attempt to keep itself open". He put the word "attempt" in air quotes and continued.

"God himself only knows what trite, vulgar filth they have in store for audiences. I ardently advocate for you to boycott their forthcoming, tainting, abominable display. We cannot allow the school's existence to continue. It simply isn't right for this community's children to share spaces with varying forms of invalid monsters. Think of their welfare. The school itself fosters a hazardous environment and even has a degenerate teaching drama classes, which have no inherent value whatsoever. In point of fact, regarding the subject of monsterdom, it'd be best if we rid monster's presence publicly, keep them away from actual human beings and try to drill out their monsterness. We oughta keep monsters in line with regulation, banning of their media and outing!".

When the streaming had ended, Barclay said "They're done for now. I've pandered to my lowest common denominators, who will enable me in return!". He and Keith chinked glasses of scotch on the rocks poured from a decanter. "A toast to Wollstonecraft's demise and your triumph!" Keith said. Both let out wicked laughter and chugged.

Chapter 11, Good News

The Browns watched Barclay's stream when it streamed. "The nerve of that creep!" Jeff scoffed. "Honey, we're going to do something to about this!" Jean stated. Jeff paid a call to Mrs. Biddlecomb. "Mavis, may we borrow your library afterschool tomorrow and have a meeting inside it?". "Of course of you may, dear. I'll see you and Jean then" she obliged.

Jean subsequently phoned up Doc Bill. "Did you watch barking Barclay's livestream this evening?" she asked. "I unfortunately had the misfortune of watching, it was ghastly. The hate comments were revolting, too!" he replied. "Meet Jeff and I in the library after hours. We're going to think ways to counteract act him" Jean informed. "I'll be there without fail!" Doc Bill promised. According to plan, the quartet of adults and Miss Tiffany met in Wollstonecraft's old fashioned library to brainstorm preventative measures.

Jean suggested enlisting Akira Jones, the aforementioned reporter with an anti-Barclay stance. "Akira has it in for him!" Jean explained. Jean, Gilbert, Mary and Miss Tiffany went to go meet with her at their place of work. She was a chic, bold, lively woman of Japanese descent in her 20s. Akira wore a black leather coat, matching knee high boots, had silver earrings and tied their jet black, fringy banged hair in a high ponytail. "What can I do you for?" she queried.

"We were wondering if you could please promote The Wollstonecraft Showcase with a news segment" Mary replied. "Isn't that coincidental? was just about to reach out to the school to do just that" Akira responded. Gilbert's face lit up. "You were!". "Of course. I wanna save that place as much as you do. It's a staple of this city. Also, I'd do anything to spite Ted Barclay" Akira responded.

"Isn't he a piece of work?" Jean asked. "He's a scummy, contemptible low-life" Akira replied without mercy. "As is his right hand man" Miss Tiffany chimed in. "Oh, I know that all too well. They're absolutely perfect for one another!" Akira responded. "We agree!" Mary added. Gilbert turned to Akira. "Miss Jones, would you please come see us perform, too?". "I've already got my ticket. In fact, I'll help out even more. I have connections!".

Akira Jones was true to her word and agreed to cover the red carpet. As a result of her pulling some strings, Mr. Stoker recorded a radio spot wherein he said "Don't miss out on The Wollstonecraft Showcase this Halloween night. It'll be a spooktacular show to behold!". Miss Amethyst partook in a radio interview. "Folks should see the show because of the sheer talent involved. Their attendance would also benefit the futures and stability of several individuals!" she said.

A newspaper blurb was used to promote the showcase. In it, Miss Tiffany was quoted as saying that the show was "bound to win hearts and change minds!". Akira also filmed a shortly thereafter aired promotional segment. During it she asked Mary, "What's something special audience members will get to witness?". "Given that there's going to be a full moon, you'll get to see our friend wolf out!" she replied. "It's a cool sight and worth the price of admission!" added Gilbert, who was also being interviewed.

Chapter 12, Sol Soleil

Mrs. Biddlecomb had a connection to Barclay's political rival--Sol Soleil. "He's a friend of mine. I'll give Sol a call and see if you can meet with him!". He acquiesced. Jeff, Lena, Moon and Miss Tiffany went to go see him in his pristine, inviting office. They were greeted by a white haired, bespectacled gentleman. Just under 6 ft. tall, Sol Soleil wore tweed pants, a white shirt, long tie and colorful suspenders. As if descending from the heavens, he welcomed his guests by saying "How do you do? May I be of assistance!".

"Thank you for inviting us here. We were wondering if you'd be please be our guest of honor at Wollstonecraft Elementary's Halloween performance" Lena said. "Oh, I'd be more than delighted. What an honor" he replied. "Mavis just saved our lives in her afterlife" Jeff declared. "Thank God, Mr. Soleil is gonna shine his light!" responded Miss Tiffany". Sol chuckled at this. "I'll do anything to help out, especially considering the disparaging drivel Barclay spewed about your school".

"Barclay's as big a threat to my existence as Wolfbane" Moon stated. "I wouldn't be surprised if he and that bootlicker of his had skeletons in their closets" Jeff remarked. "They actually might" Sol began. "During my previous mayoral campaign, I came extremely close to winning. However, he mysteriously got a lot of votes at one time and won out". "That sounds suspicious" Jeff commented. "We should look into what went on" Miss Tiffany said.

"I wish you were the winner. Hopefully you're declared Mayor this time around!" Moon said. "That's kind of to say, thank you. Time will only tell 'til election day arrives. In the meantime, there is an upcoming event that might just interest you" Sol replied. "What kind of event?" Moon inquired. "There is meeting concerning community affairs at the church on Main Street. You could stand up for Wollstonecraft there" Sol informed. "I can't go because I'd burst into flames, but I know the girl who should!" Lena replied.

Chapter 13, Testimonials.

As the meeting began to fill up, Barclay and Keith crossed paths with Sol Soleil. "If it isn't my election losing adversary!" Barclay said to Sol. Sol turned the other cheek by saying "Good evening, Ted. You never know, my title might change". "I wouldn't count on it" Barclay replied. "Anyway, word on the street is you've joined the crusade to save Wollstonecraft Elementary". "You heard correctly. It's a more than worthy cause for a guy like me to back" Sol responded.

"I feel obligated to tell you you're gonna lose--Again" Barclay uttered. "You don't say? Fascinating information" Sol remarked. "Don't you get sarcastic with him" Keith ordered. "Tell you what, I'll quit when you stop being a mouthpiece" Sol said as he walked away. "Can you believe that son of a..." Keith started. "Shut up!" Barclay demanded. "We're in public!".

Once everybody was situated, the meeting started. Akira Jones and her crew were there to cover it live. "Good luck to you guys" she said to our heroes. When the subject of Wollstonecraft's potential closure came up, Barclay was asked if he had something to say. Barclay responded by saying "I stand by my previously statements". Keith and some mindless supporters applauded. Sol volunteered to say some words. "I'll keep this brief as there are Wollstonecraft representatives in attendance here. Mr. Barclay was misinformed, bad of faith, prejudiced, untrue and defamatory". Barclay didn't bat an eye at this.

Doc Bill went up to the mic and testified. "My child was in a horrid car crash and pronounced dead until I revived her with electrical shocks at the last second. Even though she lived, local Barclay supporters successfully had me blacklisted for apparently messing with God's will. Mary's birth parents also discarded her on the grounds of being demonic. I took Mary in and we've since formed a strong daughter-father bond. Wollstonecraft's given us stability".

Having been nominated by her best friend Mary and their siblings, Kathy was the next to give a testimony. "Are we really going to hear from a child?" Keith complained. "You let that girl say what she needs to!" Akira commanded. Kathy went on.

"Similarly to Mary, my siblings were left by people who were supposed to care. Moon and Lena were disowned upon being turned. Contrary to popular belief, lycanthropy and vampirism are manageable, just not curable. My sweetheart brother was abandoned in dark bay shortly after being born. My siblings have enriched my life, all of us thrive thrive at school and Miss Tiffany's made an indelible difference on our lives. Our parents, interictal members of staff, have managed to give us a good life together, too."

Miss Tiffany was the last to testify. "Contrary to Mr. Barclay's ramble, I'm a qualified, well liked, authentic professional with worth and validity. Drama classes are beneficial. My students and colleagues are estimable. As Kathy noted, some of this community's sons and daughters happen to be monsters, which human kids naturally find interesting. What Mr. Barclay advocates for is detrimental to their welfare. It could potentially cause some students and staff to flee this area. Also, I won't be outing anyone. I ain't no Elia Kazan".

The room was left speechless. Cogs turned in the heads of some people who'd been pro closing the school. On the way out, Keith uttered "We got owned!". "Hush up!" Barclay replied through gritted teeth.

Chapter 14, Lillian and Sirrom Make a Move

Things were beginning to look on the bright side for Wollstonecraft. "We're completely sold out!" Brigit proclaimed to the principals and Miss Tiffany upon checking ticket sales. "I don't believe it!" Miss Amethyst exclaimed. "This is too good to be true!" cried Mr. Stoker. "I knew we'd sell out" said a confident Miss Tiffany. "The audience is in luck. We've got an Xtravaganza in store for them!".

Mr. Mordecai completed the back drop. Held up by plywood, its length and width were ginormous. It consisted of a centered, glowing full moon on an Autumn night. Stars and all. "The Wollstonecraft Showcase" was written in an old-timey font across the moon. Black and orange streamers dangled from the top. Matching balloons were hung from the stage's legs. "You've outdone yourself! It's a marvel, Edgar" Miss Tiffany said to Mr. Mordecai. "Only the best for you and your show" he replied.

Lillian completed costumes just in time for the tech-dress rehearsal, they were custom-made and personally tailored to each performer. "These are so cool!" said Gilbert. Afterschool, he and his fellow quintet members hung around to get some last minute, in costume practice done before the run through. "I'm so glad you think so, dear" said Lillian, who kept her hair down and started to wear more vibrant clothing. "Now, I've got a rendezvous!".

"Where are you going?" Gilbert inquired. "She's going to follow up Sol Soleil's suspicion of Barclay's unsavory activity" Miss Tiffany answered as she stepped onto the stage. "You're not gonna go alone, are you? Moon queried. "No, I've enlisted reinforcements for breaking into Ted's safe and protection". "Who'd you enlist?" Mary questioned.

"This guy!" Sirrom said as he made a dramatic entrance. "I'm in capable hands" Lillian stated. "Yes you are" Miss Tiffany agreed. "Don't go easy on Barclay and Keith!" Kathy said. "I don't intend to" Sirrom promised. "You'll be back in time for the show conditions rehearsal, won't you?" Lena asked. "We will be and that's a promise" Lillian said. "We won't let you down!" Sirrom uttered. Lillian stuck out her arm and asked "Shall we depart?", "Yes, let's!" Sirrom replied. They linked arms and frolicked out of the auditorium together.

The two of them made their way to Barclay Manor, a refined, tower-like building on the town's outskirts. Barclay, Keith and Miss Molly were eating a post-after hours meeting dinner when Lillian walked into the living room. "Evenin'!" Miss Molly said. "What are you doing here?" Keith rudely asked.

"Now's as good a time to tell you've that I've been assisting with The Wollstonecraft Showcase" Lillian revealed. "You've been what?" Barclay thundered. "You pay such little attention to me, it was easy to do so in secrecy" Lillian began. "In spite of your attempted sabotaging, the show's going to be a success and you'll be even more a loser than you already are. It should be noted that the Wollstonecraft students and staff have treated better in a short period of time than you ever have in our entire marriage. Isn't that telling of what kind of husband you are? I thought my father ruined my life, but now I'm reclaiming it. I am officially done with your poor treatment. We're finished. I leave you in the company of your yes man".

Miss Molly looked proud of her friend, Keith was speechless. Barclay, who'd been fuming, let out an angry cry and started to lunge at Lillian. However, he froze when windows began opening and shutting. The lights flickered. Sirrom appeared on the master window's sill with a puckish grin on his face. "I brought backup" Lillian said. Barclay looked puzzled. "You've brung the Wollstonecraft weirdo?" Keith inquired. Sirrom slid off the window sill, landing on his feet.

He quickly but gently grabbed both men by their ties. "You've come for the Wollstonecraft kids, so this weirdo's going to have some fun at your expense!" Sirrom uttered in a grave tone of voice. He let them go, walked backwards and the hijinks began. The rug Barclay and Keith were standing on was pulled out from under them. They landed on their backs and let out "ugh"s. "Want me to leave the chandelier in tact?" Sirrom queried. "Please do" Lillian replied. "It is an asset to room, isn't it?" Sirrom responded.

Books flew from their shelves, papers on the coffee table scattered. Barclay and Keith were pelted by their food and drinks--With each receiving a slice of cake in their faces. The villains screamed like little boys and writhed. "Good work, Sirrom!" Lillian complimented. Miss Molly was overjoyed by what she'd just witnessed.

Miss Molly went up to Barclay, threw her clipboard at him and shouted "I quit!". She turned to Lillian and Sirrom. "May I help out with the show?". "Of Course you may" Lillian said. "The more help the merrier!" Sirrom responded. He faced Lillian. "Where's Barclay's safe?". "Behind that painting" she replied with a point. Sirrom tossed away Barclay and Keith's portrait, flung open the safe and Lillian snatched a file out of it. "Let's skedaddle!" Miss Molly said. As the three of them rushed out, Barclay yelled "Damn you!" and tried to hurl his wedding band at Lillian. However, Sirrom caught it and passed it to her. "I can hock this with my wedding ring!" she said. When they'd gone, Keith said "We're shafted".

Back at Wollstonecraft, Lillian introduced Miss Molly to Miss Tiffany and the kids. "Hi, Miss Molly!" the quintet said. "My friend would like to volunteer with the show" Lillian explained. "Fantastic!" Miss Tiffany said. "You can open and close the curtain". "I can do that"! Miss Molly replied. "Now let's see what's in this file" Lillian said. Everyone gathered 'round and looked at its contents together. Their jaws dropped to the floor. "Wow!" uttered Sirrom. "This explains a lot" Miss Molly said. "Both Ted and Keith kept me in the dark!" Lillian commented. "They're busted now!" Moon stated. "I think we can have some fun with this!" Miss Tiffany said.

Chapter 15, The Truth Will Set Them Free

The final rehearsal went on without a hitch. Before everybody knew it, show evening arrived. It was going to be commemorated with a big gala event. Fallen Autumn leaves outside helped provide ambience. A big, red carpet was unrolled in the school. Akira Jones kept her word and covered the event. "And we here are live!" she uttered when filming began. Wollstonecraft Elementary was all decked out for All Hallow's Eve with strung lights and Jack 'o Lanterns.

After floating outdoors via a wall and taking her place, Mrs. Biddlecomb ran the front of house. "Enjoy the proceedings" she said while taking tickets and letting everybody through Wollstonecraft's front doors. Brigit was recruited to be an usherette and got dolled up for the occasion. "Ain't I looker?" she asked Mr. Mordecai. "A knockout" he replied.

Before the show, a social was held in the lunch area. "Scrumptious wares" Jeff commented. He and his wife were hanging out with Doc Bill, who catered the food/beverages. "You've outdone yourself" added Jean. "Thank you, friends" Doc Bill replied.

The principals mingled with Sol Soleil. "Words can express how thrilled I am to be in your presence!" Miss Amethyst gushed. "Thank you for taking time to attend" Mr. Stoker concurred. "I wouldn't miss out on this for the world" Sol replied.

Backstage, the quintet, who'd been there since call time, were getting themselves ready. "I'm feeling a mixture of being both pumped and petrified" Gilbert thought aloud. "Hey, all's well. We're gonna kill this!" a comforting Mary replied. Lena and Kathy were doing each other's makeup/hair. "How do I look? I can't see myself!" Lena said. "You're looking good, sis" Kathy replied.

When a beaming full moon materialized in the night sky, Moon stepped outside the stage door. "It's that time again!" she said to herself. Her legs took on a hind quality. Moon's canines turned sharp. She now had furry, clawed paws instead of hands and feet. Moon grew a tail and pointy ears, too. "AWOO!" she howled. "How's that for a quick change?".

When everyone had gotten into their costumes, Miss Tiffany and Lillian handed out treat bags. "Since you're missing out on your trick or treating this year, I thought I'd bring in these for you" uttered Miss Tiffany. "Thanks. We all really appreciate your kindness" Mary said. "You're welcome, children. Now I'm going to check in on the festivities. Be back soon!" Miss Tiffany uttered. "See you later" Gilbert responded. "Sirrom, Miss Molly and I will look after you in the meantime" Lillian said. "It's almost time for the pre-show!" Miss Molly said. "Ooh, I can't wait!" Moon responded. "'Nor I!" Sirrom chimed in.

Miss Tiffany, decked out in a stylish, sparkly black dress, shawl and shoes, went to go join the party. Whom should be there to meet her but Barclay and Keith. "We got your message" Keith began. "I promise we won't cause this school anymore trouble, just give us the file and we'll be on our way". "As you wish" replied Miss Tiffany. "I'll go fetch it now".

When she left them, Keith turned to Barclay. "Are we really going to cease trying to ruin this place, boss?". "Of course not, you dolt!" Barclay barked in response. "We'll keep defaming it after we obtain the file. There's still potential for this place to go under. We don't know how much they raised and the audience is most likely going to let the show have it. I still could obtain this school's property!".

Brigit went up to them with two glasses full of blue liquid. "Drink of punch?" Brigit offered. Barclay and Keith snatched them, guzzling their contents in no time flat. "You're welcome" Brigit uttered. Unbeknownst to the villains, they'd just drank a truth potion that Miss Amethyst and Doc Bill brewed earlier in the day. They watched them drink it with Mr. Stoker from afar. "A little witchcraft" Miss Amethyst began. "And some chemistry" Doc Bill continued. "Will go a long way" Mr. Stoker finished.

Akira approached Keith and Barclay. "Good evening, gentlemen" she said. "Oh, no" Keith uttered. "Not you!" Barclay whined. "It's lovely to see you as well" Akira replied. "May I ask you fellas some questions?". "If you must" Keith responded.

"Excellent. So, Mr. Barclay, why do wish to obtain the land Wollstonecraft stands on?" Akira questioned. "I don't know why, the point is I want it!" Barclay blurted out. A mortified expression took hold on his face. "Why'd you say that?!' Keith demanded.

Akira turned her attention to Keith. "That reminds me, Mr. aider and abettor, how'd you get your executive assistant and chairman positions?". "I bribed Barclay to hire me. I'm the only one who loves him more than he does himself" Keith spewed out. "What the heck's going on?" a horrified Barclay questioned.

A crowd started to amass. "Let's take audience questions, shall we?" Akira said. "Ted, what was your secret to beating me last election?" Sol Soleil questioned. "I bribed a plethora of voters" Barclay unwillingly revealed. "I knew it!" Sol called out. "Now Keith, why'd we have to put a show in the first place?" Miss Tiffany queried. "There never were any budget cuts" Keith started. "I lied and kept embezzling a portion school funds. Barclay and I would then split the misappropriated funding".

"Hey, Ted. When's the last time you paid your taxes?" Mrs. Biddlecomb queried. "I've been tax evading for the past seven years" he spilled. "What happened to your pre-politics businesses?" Jeff and Jean asked together. "They were shut down due to mismanagement" Barclay confessed against his will. "That's all we needed to know!" Akira jones said.

"Smile pretty for the camera!" Miss Amethyst said. "We've been filming you live for Akira's followers!" Doc Bill revealed. Sure enough, Akira's phone was in Miss Amethyst's hand. "This can't be happening, we were set up!" Barclay said. "Also" Mr. Stoker began "I flew your incriminating evidence to the police a couple hours ago. They should be arriving shortly".

"This is all your fault!" Keith snapped. "Why didn't you dispose of those documents?". "Arrogant sentiment" Barclay responded. "Well, now we're paying the price for your foolish arrogance and nostalgia!" Keith roared. The police were there like a minute later. Keith threw his hands up in defeat. Both villains were subsequently booked in a timely manner. Barclay burst into tears. "I'm ruined!" he wailed. "Show some dignity!" Keith barked. "The trash has been taken away, and those two aren't recyclable" Mr. Mordecai joked.

Chapter 16, Showtime

Those who'd been watching the events unfold live backstage were over the moon, particularly the quintet. "What fitting fates for them!" Lillian commented. "They won't be bothering us anytime soon!" Sirrom said. "This is the happiest day of my life!" Miss Molly uttered.

"Now that the pre-show's over, it's time for the main event!" Miss Tiffany said. "Let's make our way to the auditorium". Lillian went to the auditorium's doors to help Brigit with ushering. They handed out playbills and told ingoing patrons to "Enjoy the show!". Miss Tiffany headed backstage to give the performers one last pep talk. "Break a leg, kiddos--But not literally. You're gonna slay it out there!".

Once the principals took their place at the light/sound board and everyone had taken their seats, the house lights dimmed. It was showtime. The stage lights went up. Miss Tiffany walked onstage took given an introduction. "Just two months ago, I started work here. From day one, the students and staff of this school made me feel right at home. They've made working at Wollstonecraft Elementary a top-notch experience. I'd like to thank them for their kindness. At the beginning of the school year, it seemed like this sensational school could close. However, despite the bumps in the road, we triumphed. Let me just quickly remind you that there's no flash photography or video permitted. Now, without further ado, please allow me to introduce The Wollstonecraft Showcase. Sit back, relax and have a good time!".

The crowd clapped and Miss Molly parted the curtain. First up, the kids did their improvisational segment. They took scenario suggestions from the crowd and acted upon them. The results were hysterical. It started the show on a high note.

Per Mary's idea, the students reenacted their in class scene work. They performed scenes from classic plays. The quintet most notably, with a special guest appearance by Miss Tiffany to fill an extra role, played out a scene from William Inge's Picnic. The audience enjoyed seeing snippets from great works of theatre.

Afterwards, Mrs. Biddlecomb, who'd since flown backstage, wheeled a piano onto the stage. Sirrom placed a stool next to it. The singing students took their places. Mrs. Biddlecomb backed the children up in a rendition of Henry van Dyke and Beethoven's Joyful, Joyful. They put an extra emphatic emphasis on the line "teach us how to love each other, lift us to the joy divine". The impressed audience gave it a rousing response.

After several stirring acts, it was the quintet's turn for theirs. Kathy performed a duo of starkly different monologues she wrote herself. After Sirrom unrolled some matts on the stage, a wolfed out Moon performed an agile gymnastics display full of bounding leaps, cartwheels, somersaults, backflips, splits and handstands. She finished it off with another howl.

Lena's act was a perfectly synchronized dance routine set to Danse Macabre. It had varying levels of energy to it. When she'd finished, she said "That was tiring but so worth it!". Mary proved herself to be quite a song and dance girl with an excellently performed rendition of If My Friends Could See Me Now. Last, but certainly not least, Gilbert brought down the house by singing the Weill-Gershwin song The Saga of Jenny from Lady in the Dark. He dedicated it to original singer Gertrude Lawrence.

Miss Molly closed the curtain and the crowd went nuts. She reopened it for the curtain call. Wollstonecraft's performers took their well deserved bows. The audience responded to the show with standing ovations and mass applause, even patrons who weren't sure if they'd enjoy themselves at first but were won over. Sirrom, Miss Molly and Mrs. Biddlecomb clapped from the wings.

Jean, Jeff and Doc Bill were the proudest parents in that audience. An overjoyed Miss Amethyst and Mr. Stoker looked at each other. They shared a kiss and hug. Mr. Mordecai let out a supportive whistle. Lillian and Brigit cheered the kids on from both aisles. Sol and Akira applauded, too. Miss Tiffany walked onto the stage to congratulate them all. Sirrom entered the frame and surprised her with a bouquet of flowers. Then everyone shared a group hug.

 As you'd imagine, Wollstonecraft Elementary remained open. The thankful parents, Brigit, Mr. Mordecai, Mrs. Biddlecomb and Sirrom kept their jobs. After decades of being together, Miss Amethyst and Mr. Stoker finally tied the knot. Miss Molly joined Wollstonecraft’s staff and worked as an EA. Though difficult work, it was rewarding and better than working for Barclay. Lillian felt freer than ever before. Akira Jones continued her career as a reporter and Sol Soleil was declared the town’s new mayor. Barclay and Keith went to jail and stayed there. Miss Tiffany taught at Wollstonecraft for a number of years afterwards and kept in touch with the quintet after they graduated. The end.

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