![]() ![]() He looked around the room and checked that the door was firmly shut, he wheeled his chair over and reached with a trembling hand, opening it with effort.įor a moment, he stared at all the toys: everything from a whoopee cushion, slingshots, skateboards, fake doggie doo doo, chattering teeth, super duper soaking machine: a giant squirt gun. He glanced at the file cabinet that contained George and Harold's possessions. Miss Anthrope shut the door, grumbling obscenities under her breath: how he was the worst boss, how she wanted to do horrible things to him and that it would happen someday. "Sir?" asked his secretary, Miss Anthrope, who looked concerned. Krupp blinked his eyes and shook his head. When he opened his eyes, his office was just as it was. "ALRIGHT!" he shouted, pounding the desk with his fists. The toys and comic books were chanting his name, "Benny! Benny! Read us! Play with us!" ![]() But the more he tried to shut them out, the temptation was growing stronger than ever. He shut his eyes, trying to block them out. It was then, the comics had magically floated to his desk and were chanting along with the toys. Krupp covered his ears to drown out the chanting toys and comic books. Then they began to chant, "Play with us! Play with us!" Let him come out and play!" the toys teased with giggles. "You may be a big, mean, scary man, but we all know the real you: there's a little boy inside you, yearning to be set free. Everything that he confiscated George and Harold stood up: the toys and comic books had eyes, mouths, arms and feet, full of smiles, laughing and singing. Suddenly, the file cabinet's drawer popped out. ![]() Krupp growled, trying to shut out the talking file cabinet. And you're just pretending to work on your papers because, let's face it, you're bored. "No, I don't," he denied in a singsong voice, still trying to pretend to write on some papers.ĭon't pretend you don't want to, Benny. "Shut up," he said through his clenched teeth. Open me! Look through here! You might find something you like. Why would a grown man like himself be interested in 4th grade comic books? He tried to ignore the file cabinet that was calling him again.Ĭome on, Benny! Don't be shy. He wondered why he was even considering this. Krupp swallowed, feeling the temptation growing stronger. This made him look over to the file cabinet. Then he heard a child's voice in his mind-which oddly sounded like his own when he was small. Shaking his head to get rid of the feeling, he shuffled through his papers again. He bit his lip, quite tempted to read something other than his boring paperwork. He had nothing else to do.until he glanced at the file cabinet with the drawer that contained things he confiscated from George and Harold. Sighing, he sat in his leather chair, leaning on his elbow. He went through some files, making everything in his office as neat as he could. He looked over his paperwork, shuffling and organizing it. Loneliness and boredom swept over him and he looked for something to do. He wanted obedience, discipline, and authority. He toughened himself out in his youth to become the man he was today. He vowed that when he got older, he wouldn't be a joke. Krupp heard a voice echo in his head from his past. You're a joke, Benny! A big, fat joke! I worry about you, Benny. This didn't work on two children: George Beard and Harold Hutchins. ![]() How they trembled, even cried when they sat in the chairs in front of his desk. He liked the fear in children's eyes whenever they were sent to his office. He hated children, yet he liked having the authority and being able to discipline children. He hoped the few minutes of quiet would give him some sanity before the next child was sent into his office or his secretary, Miss Anthrope, interrupted him with some stupid message. Well, there were the other teachers, staff and students at Jerome Horwitz Elementary. Usually he hated children and yet, George Beard and Harold Hutchins were the only children he interacted with. He looked at the two empty chairs in front of him. He pulled out a bottle of aspirin and swallowed it dry. It gave him a headache.įinally, he had some quiet time. As he sat at his desk, reflecting on all the times he yelled at them for their pranks, jokes, wisecracks, and ruining the carefully calibrated drone-like beehive that the elementary school was supposed to be. They were frequent visitors to his office. Benjamin Krupp groaned, rubbing his temples after dealing with those two hooligans, George Beard and Harold Hutchins, for their usual pranks. ![]()
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