The day started like any other. I walked into my first block science class and sat down next to Josh. Today was going to be different. I knew Josh was up to something, but what?

"Today is going to be different," Josh whispered as Crandall started taking about parallel circuitry. "The Junior Plumber's Squad is going to have quite a job!" What could this oaf be babbling about?

"Joesh, what's is this nonsense you speak of?" I asked as Josh started eyeing the chemical shower. "Oh no!" I thought out loud. Josh was planning on pulling the almighty leever that would flood the room in a matter of seconds! "No time to think anymore," I thought as I climbed down the drain into the Junior Plumber/Firefighter/Electrician control room. I signaled Tyler via his secret video display pen, and he was down in a micro (soft) second. Next was David, who was harder to "flag down" if you will. Because of his strong Amish upbringing, he refused to carry any electronic devices. We set off a smoke signal and luckily got his attention.

"Mr. Walz, give me a reading on Josh." I yelled into a megaphone.

"I con't sir. Eh just don't hahv enuf power!" replied Tyler in a thick, Irish accent.

"Stop, talking in that thilly accent, boy!" I shot back.

"Fine, it looks like Joesh is on a direct heading for the shower. He has approximately 3 meters to go, his current speed is warp 34."

"Can't we stop him?" By the time I cockled out the word "stop", Dave was holding up a nuclear photon bear trap.

"Here!" exclaimed Dave, "Use this. Once he steps in it, his desire to eat oriental foods and/or stop running will increase ten fold, but it will only work once."

"Who's sniper, guys?" Colt45 said, as he stepped into the trap.

"Fool!" I roared as my hands gripped his throat ever so tighter.

"We only have one option left." Tyler said though gritted teeth. "And that is to go up to the science lab and stop Joesh from pulling the handle."

"Great idea Einstein." Dave muttered sarcastically

"Vhy tank you. It's vot I call zee Theovy off Veletivity." Said Einstein, who was coming out of the closet (literally, he was looking at my jeans!)

The lab looked like a Wild West town--deserted. Then I took of John's Austin Powers glasses and it just looked like one thing, trouble.

"Joesh NO!" Tyler managed to say. As he was trample by the water-buffalo-like Josh. Those were his last words. Until he regained consciousness. Dave tried to tackle Josh, but he bounced off like a speeding sack of leopards. It was up to me now. In seconds Josh would collide with me on his wild quest for the leever. Quickly, I rigged up a crude tazer from some wire and 9 volt batteries. This would be our last chance for dryness.

"I don't want to do this Josh..." I started, "but...but, ah who am I kidding? You deserve this!" I fired the tazer directly at his enormous head. BZZZVVVVZZZZZZZVVVVVZZZZZZZTTT! The beam of electricity bounced off Josh's way-too-gelled-up-hair and hit me in the spleen. I was out cold. Then it happened. Tyler woke up from hibernation only to find Josh's hand in the triangular handle. He pulled.

A tremendous roar of Hydrogen Hydroxide filled my ears, allowing me to wake up just as the tsunami thundered through the center of the room. Luckily we had four walls one small drain and three Junior Plumbers. We whipped out our horrendously large neutralizer guns and fired into the wave. Bits and pieces were evaporated, but the huge swell still remained.

Katie surfaced from beneath the enormous breaker. "Hey guys, let me siphon it!" Dave threw her a garden hose and Katie began to suck like there was no tomorrow. The siphoned water spilled over into the nearby pond.

"I'm afraid this isn't going to work!" I screamed at a lifeless Chris Leggat. This was one job the Junior Plumbers were not ready for.

"Hop aboard!" Tyler yelled wearing a skipper's hat. It seemed he had fashioned a crude sailing vessel from the plastic chemical hood at the back of the room. Meanwhile, Dave had found his metal shop project: a fully functional jet ski that was powered by Liquid D.

"Tyler where are we going?" I asked.

"To the source of the problem, the main water valve under Jacobean's desk. From there we can shut off the water and open the drains." Let me tell you, Tyler's driving skills were excellent, and the way he maneuvered through the halls and up the stairs was remarkable. Don't ever tell me that water doesn't flow upwards! Dave was jet skiing like a pro, his stunts amazed even Bob Dole, a guest speaker for Viagra.

As we drove down the ninth grade hall, we had to avoid a pool party that Will Rajkowski had started. After that we were home free. Tyler gunned the throttle and busted through Jacobean's door. I put on a SCUBA suit and Tyler put on a Steven GRUBA suit. We dove to the depths in a single jump off the mobile diving board. The underwater world was stunning, and after destroying some textbooks and setting fire to some Romeo & Juliet tests, we finally found the valve. We pulled and pulled until the wheel finally turned loose. Had the water stopped though? A thumbs up from Dave on the surface indicated that indeed it had.

The school was never the same, in fact it took six months to completely dry the place out. Those French horns will never sound the same again!

The End

This story is dedicated to Tyler and Dave, I don't know why but neither do you. Ha!