Fred stepped out into the cold blue light of room 2B; out into the sight of Alicia Joanna Marissa Nichole Varishoun, Agatha Agnes McFearson McMervey, and Nickoli Smapps, TD. The three humans stared down at him with their mouths hanging wide open. Fred drew in a deep breath and began to speak,

“Ladies and Gentleman, I am Fred the Frog and…” but he got no further, at the mention of the word “frog” Mr. Smapps snapped his mouth shut and narrowed his eyes. He looked wildly around the room until his eyes fell on the scalpel, lying in the shadows of the desk that Mrs. McMervey reposed in. He glanced down at the small amphibian poised in speech near his toes.

“DISSECTION AT LAST!” came the blood curdling battle-cry as the crazed man dove toward the utensil. Fred broke of from his speech and crouched down, attempting to shield his head from the various boots, purses, marbles, arms, legs, and lipsticks that were falling around him. The yells and squeals from the small girl and the large woman died down as Mr. Smapps emerged from under the desk. His tie under one ear and his breath whistling through his crooked teeth, he advanced on the helpless amphibian. “At lazzzt, I will expozzzzze the tiny creaturezzzz insidezzzz to the WORLD! Mwaz-haz-haz-ha!” unfortunately for the man, no one seemed to be paying attention to his evil soliloquy, (A word which here means a very evil speech about all things near and dear to his very hard heart.) but were indeed now staring down at him.

Mr. Smapps’ voice trailed off as he realized that he was no longer talking in coherent English, but a language that was comprised of mostly “Zzzzeeee’s” and “Zzzzzzp’s” Mrs. McMervey stood frozen with one manicured hand covering her open mouth. Alicia leaned forward to look closer at him, and Fred, who now looked very huge to the befuddled man, licked his chops (a phrase with here means look at him quite hungrily and ran a rather large, slimy pink tongue over his puffy frog lips) Mr. Smapps began backing up until he realized that he was no longer standing on his two feet, but buzzing just a few inches above the floor. Mrs. McMervey moved her hand and grabbed at the little girl for support,

“He’s a...a…FLY!!!” she screamed. Fred turned around to see Jamison Jeffery Jenkins McMervey standing just behind him, his round little frog eyes glued to the buzzing science teacher.

“McMervey! How did you do that?” Fred yelled between the buzzing of Mr. Smapps and the screaming of Alicia Varishoun and Agatha A. McMervey.

‘I really don’t know. I just did it,” he replied, scratching his froggy head. The screaming above them lessened a notch and they heard Alicia Varishoun say something,

“Ahhhhh!!! A fly! Ahhhhh!!! What are we going to do?” She abruptly broke off form her screaming and sat up, “I know, I’ll try to catch Mr. Smapps in that jar sitting over there,” and she began running around the room waving the empty jar above her head wildly. All this bobbing and weaving would perhaps have seemed rather ridiculous to anyone else but the other three beings in the room, but as it was, it seemed to be the only way of keeping Mr. Smapps and his annoying buzzing out of their ears so they tolerated it.

Mrs. McMervey had grown very silent under the overturned desk so Jamison and Fred hopped over to investigate. She lay with her eyes closed and a rather terrible expression on her face.

“Poor lady,” Fred observed, “I do believe that she has swooned (A word which here means stopped screaming abruptly, rolled her eyes back in her head, and dropped with a thud to the floor.)

“What are we going to do now?” Jamison Jeffery Jenkins McMervey asked. Fred scratched his head, thought for a moment and then began pacing, his feet making little plopping sounds on the shiny floor,

“Well…we could, no that wouldn’t work. I suppose…no, that’s a rotten idea,” While he was puzzling over their very sad situation, Jamison Jeffery Jenkins McMervey leaned his froggy little head on his froggy little hand and said to his froggy little self, “I must have been fate, fate that I would dance that dance; fate that I would claim that desk so close to his cage,” here his voice rose in volume and he lept to the very top of the alphabet blocks to continue his soliloquy,”…fate that I would be the one in Fred’s sights! Oh Fate, why art thou so cruel? Why hast thou tormented me so? Why wilt thou not lift thy horrid curse from my frog-boy soul! Why, why?”

“Ah-hem!” Jeffery looked down into Fred’s rather disgusted gaze and felt his cheeks flush bright red. He lowered his arms, cleared his throat nervously and climbed down from his makeshift soapbox (A phrase which here means stumbled off of a pile of well loved or well chewed upon - whatever you want to call it - set of alphabet blocks and landed with a plop on the linoleum.) “Thank you,’ Fred said when he had finally reached the bottom, “I have finally reached a decision, but before I tell it to you, we must wake up your loud-mouthed mother!” Jeffery nodded and they walked over to Mrs. McMervey’s snoring figure.

After about five slaps and a large amount of screaming, during which the last remaining window of the school were decorated with several large and lovely cracks, the two frogs got Agatha Agnes McFearson McMervey to sit down and talk business.

“Now,” Fred said from his position on top of the pencil sharpener, “I have an idea that will enable us to rid your son of his froggy-ness and Mr. Smapps,” here he gestured at the fly in the far corner trying to evade that large Mason jar in Alicia’s hand, “back into his own horrible self, that is unless you prefer him this way, as I do,” Mrs. McMervey thought for a moment, hiccupped and said,

“No, no…even as brainless as the skinny little man was before, I have feeling he should be returned to his original form,” Fred nodded, albeit a bit disappointedly, “I happen to know that at the frog colony there resides….” But he wasn’t able to finish, because at that moment Joanna Marissa Nichole Varishoun slapped the jar that contained Mr. Smapps’ buzzing self and announced in a very proud voice,

“Well I’ve got ‘im! What do we do now?"