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Summary: A bit of a different take on the Halloween. Silly, but plot bunnies made me do it.
AN: Guys, I’m sorry I don’t have much fiction time at the moment with Masters program running and living alone. I’ll try and atone for my writing sins around November. Any reviews would be appreciated.
"Halloween must be a big night for you. Tossing eggs, keying cars, bobbing for apples, one pathetic cry for help after another. Well, not this year, missy. And look, I have only five slots left and there are five of you. How convenient. Sign." Snyder couldn’t help himself but scowl smugly.
“Why, principal Snyder, sir, that’s such a great idea! Thank you very much!”
Scooby Gang stared at Xander as if he’d grown a second head. Snyder eyed him suspiciously.
“What’s wrong with you, Harris? You high or something?”
“Well I have to thank you for opportunity to hone our skills, don’t I?”
His reply was met with silence.
“You see, Japanese believe that in order to become a master in something, you have to teach it. So I have to thank you for the opportunity to pass our delinquency skills to young, impressionable minds early enough for them to perfect them by the time they’re in high school. And what a great opportunity it will be for us to improve on our trouble-making skills!”
By this time Buffy and Willow were biting their cheeks not to laugh and Snyder was making a fish expression.
“But then, we’ll have to stock up on supplies. You know, it’s one thing to throw a dozen eggs alone and with ten sugar-high kids. And keys- Buffy, do you think the pawnshop downtown sells old keys? We could really use some practice ones, the kids are sure gonna lose some and you really don’t want to make a queue on a night like that. Oh, joys of teaching! So, where do I sign?”
Xander outstretched his hand toward the clipboard. Principal jerked away from his hand as if it were an adder.
“You!..” he lost breath, regained it and snarled at the young man. “Don’t you dare come close to them! Ever! Or I’ll get you all expelled even if it’s the last thing I ever do!” With that he turned around and talked away searching for new prey.
“Spoilsport.” That finally cracked the group up. Finally, Buffy regained her composure.
“Xander, that was brilliant. I can’t believe he fell for that!”
“Well, that’s the 3 d’s American education: deception, deception and deception!”
“That’s one d!”
“If you can’t tell the difference between deception, deception and deception, I’ve nothing to tell you” Xander deadpanned. Willow only pouted.
“It isn’t hard to fool me boldly
When I am so glad to fool myself.” A. S. Pushkin