Barney and Leo's Epic Tale

On a rainy may day, while in the over heated; stress driven computer lab, doing spins until our stomachs curled like that of week old milk left on the counter. We had a sub and were being locked up in the lab. The decision was made to experience the epic journey of rollin’ through the halls of Mt. Abraham.

After regaining stabilization, Leo and Barney took a once in a lifetime ride with the relaxation and comfort of a five-wheeled beast powered by the oldest engine known to mankind.
After James Bonding it out of the room came the first challenge--getting through the horde of middleschoolers, about to make their way to one of the day’s envious moments: lunch! Undermining the difficulty of the challenge, the woes of the middleschoolers ended in laughter as we induced a large mob to follow us down the halls.

Upon answering questions of curiosity and comical states, the towering ego known as next year’s principle approached. "Barney and Leo, what are you doing with the chair?" Without hesitation we broke the first commandment of the "TREAT" policy.
"It’s broken, Batman, we’re makin’ our way to the janitor’s office."
"Oh, ok", he responded before briskly going on his way. Laughing at the ease of deception of a future principal, we rounded the corner to the bumpy road of the lobby. Exiting the mail room was long time sub and student-parent, JFK.

She raised her head with a smile, and in a soft-indulging way asked, "What are you doing?" As we jumbled our words to get the answer there arose a blinding light. Upon further investigation, it was the reflection off a balding middle-age skull of Sergey Bubka. JFK leaned in, breaking the stare-down that would make Butch & Sundance stay in the house, whispering, "I’ve always wanted to do that!"
"WHAT?" the puzzled balding man asked. Knowing what his one-worded question pertained to, we told the story of how the chair was broken and deceived yet another gullible science teacher. passed the office.

Wheeling down the lobby, we saw the oncoming Dean of Students, running out of excuses we detoured to the elevator. When appeared the shadow of Gary Nolan the Judge, Jury and Executioner. Fearing that Nolan would make Leo ride the pine, we pressed the button more times than Desmond Hume in the Hatch. Once the door finally opened, we dodged into the cramped space, and shut the doors in the nick of time.
Making it safely to the second story, we cackled our way out of the elevator, and all the