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Jurassic
School: Dino Detention
Thanks AI  Listen to this parody. . It
was another wild day at Jurassic School, where the dinosaurs were in
charge, and the students were just trying to stay out of trouble.
The bell rang, echoing through the fossil-covered halls, signaling the start of another unpredictable day. Milly "Mammoth" Malone, the smallest and only human student at Jurassic School, zipped through the hallways with her backpack slung over her shoulder. She was quick-witted and clever, always two steps ahead of her dinosaur teachers. But today, she was a little nervous. Her best friend, Steggie Stegosaur, had come up with a prank so outrageous, she knew it was bound to land them in Dino Detention. Steggie was already waiting for her in the gym, his spiked tail swishing excitedly. "Milly! You ready for this?" he asked, his voice full of mischief. Milly glanced around, making sure Coach Thunderclaw, the T-Rex gym teacher, wasn’t anywhere nearby. "Are you sure about this, Steggie? Coach Thunderclaw’s not exactly known for his sense of humor." Steggie grinned, showing off his row of tiny, blunt teeth. "That’s what makes it so perfect! We’re just going to swap out his protein smoothie for some swamp water. He’ll never know the difference!" Before Milly could protest, Steggie had already pulled out the murky green bottle and replaced Coach Thunderclaw’s usual drink. Just then, the gym doors crashed open, and in stomped Coach Thunderclaw, his tiny arms clutching a whistle that looked comically large next to his massive jaws. "Alright, you prehistoric punks, time for laps!" Coach Thunderclaw roared, his voice shaking the walls. Milly and Steggie lined up with the other students, trying to blend in as Coach Thunderclaw downed his smoothie in one big gulp. For a moment, there was silence. Then, the coach's eyes bulged, and he let out a roar so loud that the ceiling tiles rattled. "Who’s responsible for this?!" Coach bellowed, his tiny arms flailing uselessly. Steggie snickered, but before they could make a break for it, Velma Raptorella, the Velociraptor hall monitor, appeared as if from nowhere. With her whistle shrieking and her sharp claws clicking against the floor, she had Steggie and Milly by the scruffs of their necks in no time. "Busted!" Velma hissed. "You two are going straight to Dino Detention!" The walk to the detention room felt like a march to the tar pits. Ms. Tricey "Three-Horn" Tops, the Triceratops in charge of discipline, was waiting for them with a stern look on her face. She was massive, with three horns that seemed to point directly at every rule you’d ever broken. "Well, well, well," Ms. Tricey rumbled, her deep voice filled with disappointment. "What do we have here? A prank-a-saurus and his partner in crime." Steggie tried to smile, but it quickly faded under Ms. Tricey’s glare. Milly kept her mouth shut, trying to think of a way out. "You two will be cleaning the fossilized trash cans until they sparkle," Ms. Tricey announced, her horns gleaming ominously. "And no excuses!" Steggie groaned. Cleaning fossilized trash cans was an impossible task—every time you touched something, it crumbled into dust. But they didn’t have a choice. They grabbed their brooms and got to work, the dusty air making them cough. "This is hopeless!" Steggie moaned, sweeping up another pile of ancient crumbs. Milly’s mind was racing. She needed to think of a way out, and fast. Then, an idea popped into her head. "Ms. Tricey," Milly began, trying to sound as pitiful as possible, "I think I’m allergic to dust. If I stay in here, I might, um, fossilize myself!" Ms. Tricey paused, her stern expression softening just a bit. "Fossilize, you say?" "Yeah," Milly nodded vigorously. "It runs in the family. My great-great-grandpa was an archaeologist, and he—uh—turned into a statue!" Ms. Tricey sighed deeply. She wasn’t heartless, after all. "Fine," she huffed. "You’re free to go. But if I catch you pulling any more pranks, you’ll be in Dino Detention until you’re as old as I am!" Milly and Steggie didn’t need to be told twice. They bolted for the door, relief washing over them. But just as they were about to escape, the door swung open, and there stood Coach Thunderclaw, holding a mop that was way too big for his tiny arms. Steggie braced for the worst, but instead, Coach Thunderclaw burst into laughter. "Kids, that swamp water did something to me!" Coach Thunderclaw chuckled. "I haven’t felt this young and wild since the Ice Age! I’ll let you off the hook—if you teach me how to make more of that 'youth potion'!" Milly and Steggie exchanged a glance. "Deal!" they said in unison, grinning from ear to ear. As they walked out of the detention room, Milly couldn’t help but laugh. The dinosaurs might be big, but the kids’ brains were bigger. At Jurassic School, they were the real rulers. And from that day on, Coach Thunderclaw was a little more relaxed, Velma Raptorella had fewer kids to catch, and Ms. Tricey Tops found herself with a lot less dusting to do. All thanks to a couple of clever kids who knew how to handle even the most prehistoric of problems |
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