It might be a little ambitious to attempt three posts in the same night, but I promised this, so I'm ready to stant and deliver. I suggest you read the first part, (Most Exciting Snapple Ever) if you haven't already read it, or this will make even less sense than it already does with all the spelling errors I'm probably going to make because its 10:30 and I'm tired.
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[BAM BAM BAM]

Staccato impacts on the metal door of the school. The Pascucci's were quickly going to find a way in, and who knew what they'd do then. I knew the biology room wouldn't hold out for long, and its never good to get trapped on a second floor. I ran out of the room, while most of the students were still trying to work on their tests, and I took the stairway that doesn't exist anymore down to ground level. No sooner had my feet touched the floor, than the door at the end of the hall by the guidance offices blew open with a puff of blatant electronegativity, and the Pascucci's started filing in mechanically.

If you can imagine seeing more than one of the same person, you can imagine how strange it was looking upon the face, or multitude of faces of that science teacher pouring in the door. I ran down the hall the other way, expecting to see the boarded up walls by the turn into the locker room hall. Yet, I remembered, this was not 2002, and the cafeteria was still in full operation. I made a quick exit through the cafeteria, only to find my good friend the cat waiting right outside, sunning itself in the parking lot. I turned right back around into the cafeteria. The armada de Masta P. was beginning to file into the room. Strangely, the weren't actually attacking anything, but rather just taking up space. From what I could see, none of them were armed, except a few who were holding what appeared to be microphones. Before I had a chance to look any longer, a huge slam came agains the door I had just re entered. The cat was throwing itself against the building, trying to force its way in. There I was, trapped between the two opposing forces.

A thought struck me. Perhaps I could turn the cat against the Pascuccis. Perhaps. It would take timing. I ran into the band room, past St. Georges, who was another person I thought I'd never see again, had the vague inclination that if I said "Sharp lives" another giant army (no doubt composed of Ms. Sharp clones) would appear, but I quickly dimissed that thought, and in the back room of the band room, found the infamous stash of ChemFree party cookies. Taking a crate of them, I told St. Georges that I needed them to save all the hungry children in...Hungary, and ran out onto the stage. St. Georges followed, just to see what would happen. The through the cookies into the midst of the Pascuccis. The cat, no doubt attracted by the scent, rammed its 200 pounds of girth right through the wall. The nearest Pascucci with one of the microphone devices touched the cat and instantly, it blew into a mole of pieces. I happen to know it was a mole, because right as the cat turned into a series of colorful splotches on the wall, the Pascucci who had used the device yelled "Molification Engage!" This time I knew the cat was a goner. So much for my extreme backup plan of letting it swallow me once again, with the hopes of appearing in another place in time. As soon as he saw the army of Pascuccis, who were apparently more dangerous than I had thought, St. Georges went totally Kung Fu, and began attacking them like crazy. Using this as a diversion, I ran back into the band room, jumped out the office window, and ran out towards the athletic field where the Pascucci's lander ships were parked. As I should have known, they were guarded - guarded by 2 groups of five Pascucci's each, each holding a microphone molificator. Kknowing full well I didn't want to be turned into soup like the cat, I ducked around the atheletic shed, and onto the path to the middle school. Then it came out of nowhere. A tan van traveling at recklass speed smashed right into me. I wasn't sure whether it was coming from or going to the middle school, but I knew it was tan, because in the seconds before everything went dark, I saw it roaring away. Couldn't make out the license plate...Z65 something? I knew I was bleeding, and that my blue fleece coat that I wear everywhere was torn to shreds...probably all broken up..not sure what happened then.

[Story continued from the narration of Franklin T. Rea (the sophmore,)who recently having finished his biology test had been recruited for the Winnisquam Liberation Forces, commanded by Jarred Demontigny.]

Jarred told us that ever since the alien forces began arriving, he knew we needed some sort of action team to barracade the doors and provide defence for the students and faculty of the school we call home. Gathering the best commandos that Byles' room, Maltzie's room, and the hall wanderers had to offer, he quickly created a strike group to hold down key flashpoints in the building. Things were not going well however. Jarred assigned me to sneak outside of the building, and try to find a way to counter attack the attacking forces. We kept in touch via some walkie talkies apparently belonging to Wayne. Inside the building, our forces had been driven back from the cafeteria by the overwhelming group of the strange looking aliens in that area, and the new wing was quickly falling, including the offices, which held the intercom system. I don't know how many things this army of unidentifable aliens had used their microphone shaped devices on, but every four seconds or so, I heard another explosion come from within the building. Jarred had taken up fortification in the computer lab- now-turned-bunker, where he could direct things in safety.

Seeing that the craft which had brough the aliens were heavily guarded, I began to follow the path leading down to the middle school, when suddenly, to my extreme shock, I saw my own body lying in a messy pool of blood and dust on the ground. I recognized myself immediatly because of the blue fleece coat which I wear everywhere. I rolled myself over and saw that I was still alive, for which I was very relieved, because had I been dead, I would have begun to doubt my own existence. lifting myself up, I asked Franklin what happened. He/Me replied that the tan van had finally caught up with him. We had a good laugh about that. He also told me that the invaders were exact replicas of a science teacher who would replace the famed Mr. Atherton next year, and that he (Franklin) knew this because he was in fact from the year 2002, a junior. He gave me a brief rundown of what had happened to him, including the mention of a strange excursion to 18th century France. Although he appeared to be unharmed by the van attack, I thought that the best bet would be to get Franklin out of harms way. Using the most effective path back into the school, I got [myself] up to the third floor, Mr. Byles's room, because Jarred had warned me that the aliens were now trying to force down the door to the computer lab, and he feared he could not hold out much longer.

[Narrative continued by Franklin the elder]

After being rescued by my other self, and being brought up to the third floor, I began to wonder how I would get myself out of this situation. Strangely, in my mind, I now had the new memories of being a sophmore and having one of my biology exams interuppted by alien invasion, and then finding myself. Because the nuances of time travel are utterly cofusing, I will cease to elaborate on them from this point forward.

Suddenly the intercom came on - in a loud voice, I heard the distinct voice of Steven Pascucci say the words "Surrender all hope. We are Pascucci. Your technological and cultural distimctions will be added to our own. You have no chance to defeat us."

To me, this sounded like a rip off of some science fiction film I had never seen, and consequently, I began to laugh. Jarred's voice came over the walkie talkie - all was about to be lost. With great resolve, and wounded as I was, I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the wall of the third floor hall, walked over to the circuit breaker and killed the power in the building, and went downstairs to defend my honor. I quickly made my way to the gym, where many Pascucci's were congragating. As I through the doors open, a loud humming noise filled the air. The Pascucci's heard it too, and began to run.

Hey I didn't think I was that scary. Within five minutes, we heard their ships power up their engines and leave - the halls were clear, Jarreds wrecked barracades still stood. The invasion ended as quickly as it had begun. But what was making this humming noise? It had grown steadily louder ever since I had entered the gym. I looked around. There was nothing that could be making such a sound...

Then I ran over to the window and saw it. My head swam. My vision reeled back and forth. Pure fear. Pure Dispair.

I fell backwards and tripped over an extension cord. In seconds I was on the hillside outside the French mansion again, 200 years prior to where I should have been. As before, all wounds I may have had were healed. I was still clutching the fire extinguisher...I have to get back to the school and stop that...that... but in a way I didn't want to.
French townspeople were swarming around. The mansion had finished burning from the cat attack, but the Admiral's boat was still out in the harbor, thin plumes of smoke rising from its cannons. I sat down on the hill to sort out all the various occurrences that had befallen me on a day that had started with me meandering Franklin City Hospital. I was somewhat dizzy, and had the taste of prunes in my mouth, and as we all know, a prune is not a vegetable, cabbage is a vegetable.

TO BE CONTINUED / CONCLUDED

There you have it. The second intallment. I'm going to bed. Don't you wonder whats making the humming noise? Hehehe.

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