Tvpc 12-22-11

[Narada]

Narada here--two Naruma & Mandy stories are on the way, along with a new Holly's Tale installment and, because one person demanded it, a sequel to Sadie Hawkins Day! Until then, enjoy my latest TVPC session. Sorry, but I have to take a break from the hardcore stuff every now and again.



Welcome to the latest session of the secondary branch of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee, or TVPC. As regular readers know, this version of the TVPC is held after school in Room 210. This branch of the TVPC was founded specifically to investigate and punish the toilet infractions of the male student populace, but as the main branch has so much to deal with, we have taken on some of the female student body as well. This session took place on December 22.

Our first case of the day concerned the Christmas creche--a display on a shelf near the main entrance featuring Nativity scenes. Each Christmas season, Ms. Broadbottom and her art class design a unique creche: one year, the scene featured the story of Christ's birth as depicted in the Koran (which caused a minor controversy with some of our more conservative parents). Another year featured the Holy Family as robots, another had them as aliens. Another year, the Virgin Mary was Princess Leia from Star Wars, and the infant was Yoda, holding a light saber in his hand. Ms. Broadbottom courted controversy again when, for two years in a row, she depicted her stand ins for Mary and Joseph as a gay couple; two men one year, two women the next. Everyone was looking forward to seeing what Ms. Broadbottom's class was going to do with the theme this year, and we weren't dissapointed. This year's creche had a Japanese theme: "Joseph" was clad in full samurai armor, "Mary" was a geisha, and the infant in the manger was dressed as a ninja. Ms. Broadbottom takes a great deal of pride in her displays, so she was understandably upset by what happened to it earlier this afternoon.


"Disgraceful--utterly disgraceful!" Ms. Broadbottom, said when she stood at the podium, still clearly shaken by what she'd seen. "I was just inspecting the creche like I've been doing for the past few weeks, making sure no one'd drawn a moustache on our geisha Mary when I noticed the smell!" Ms. Broadbottom continued. "I looked inside and saw--saw--!" She pointed toward the table where I and the other members of the TVPC were sat. On the table before us, inside of a resealable plastic bag, were a pair of pink panties with a sizeable bowel movement inside of them. "I saw--that!--tucked under the manger. The students at this school have no fucking respect for the arts whatsoever!" Ms. Broadbottom roared. "Lousy shit-head teenagers! If it's not on YouSpace or MyTube, they don't give a shit about it! Back in my day, we had some fucking respect--!"

"Ms. Broadbottom, please!" I pounded my gavel to silence the snickers coming from the students and faculty watching from the gallery.

"No swearing in the TVPC chambers!" A girl called out.

"Make her write lines!" A boy said.

"The next outburst I hear will result in this entire assembly writing lines!" The room quickly fell into silence. "I understand that you're upset," I said to Ms. Broadbottom, "But please refrain from using that type of language here."

"I apologize," the frazzled art teacher replied.

"When did you discover the soiled panties?" I asked.

"Right at the end of the final lunch period," she replied. Like most schools, our students eat lunch in three shifts that accomodate one third of the student body each period. "The halls were filled with students; it could've been any of those little mother fu--"

"Ms. Broadbottom!"

"Sorry!" The woman grinned.

Fortunately for this case, several witnesses had placed one student near the creche right before Ms. Broadbottom made her discovery. One student in particular, Jenny Wakeman, stepped from the audience to give her testimony. The girl was wearing a blue wig and had painted all her exposed skin silver; she was convinced that she was a robot named XJ9. Her therapist has insisted that disputing her beliefs might damage her psyche even further, so everyone plays along with her delusion.

"I was on my way to my locker when I saw the whole thing," the TEENAGE ROBOT began. "Sara Bellum ran past me and stopped by the creche. She looked around, reached beneath her skirt and pulled down her panties--those panties right there." She pointed at the bagged panties on the table before us. "She looked around again before she stuffed them under the manger."

"You robotic bitch!" Sara Bellum shouted from the bench where the accused students sat. "You didn't see a fucking thing, you lying mechanical cunt!"

"Ms. Bellum, I'll have 300 lines of 'I will not swear in the TVPC chambers" from you after Christmas break," I said.

"But sir," Sara, a shapely redheaded senior, protested, "I have a lot of work to do for the mayor over the holidays!" Ms. Bellum was the chief assistant to the mayor of the nearby city of Townsville. "I don't have the time to write lines."

"You'll probably have to write a great deal more if you're found guilty of this deed you're accused of." I replied. Ms. Bellum has already committed two toilet related offenses in the school year so far, urinating on a toilet seat and smoking in the girls' room, so this would be her third strike and result in some hefty punishment. "Confess and we may be lenient," I said.

"I'm not confessing to shit." Sara muttered defiantly. "I know--now I have 400 lines to write. Anyway, are you seriously gonna take XJ9's word for it that I did this? What proof does she have?"

"I have built in recording capabilities," Jenny replied, by which she meant she'd recorded the entire thing with her cellphone's camera. "Do you wish me to play what I taped, Mr. Jagganath?"

"Cram it, Jenny." Sara said. "I did it, alright? Everybody happy now?"

"Sara!" Ms. Broadbottom shrieked in surprize. "You did this? You're one of my best students--you helped put this year's creche together! Why would you...?"

"Look, it wasn't anything personal, alright?" Sara said. "It happened while I was in the Art room. I got a pass to be excused from lunch so that I could go work on my project: a clay statue of three friends of mine named Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup. I--um--had to go real bad, but I didn't want to stop working! I was "in the zone," you know? I don't know if you know how that is--you have a flash of inspiration and you just have to get it done. Nothing can distract you, not even the need to relieve yourself! It was like I was in some kind of trance; I swear, I don't even remember going on myself. When I was finally finished, I came back to myself and realized what I had done. I was horrified; I haven't soiled myself or pissed my pants since middle school!" The girl took a deep breath and went on. "I was in full-on panic mode. I knew this was my third toilet infraction, so I didn't want to get caught. I grabbed some old rags from the cupboard and cleaned up the puddle I'd left on the floor. The rags went into the kiln where Ms. Broadbottom was baking some clay jars. I knew I only had a few minutes to get rid of my panties and get cleaned up, so I ran into the hall and headed for the bathroom. I knew I wasn't going to make it before the bell for the end of the period rang, so I pulled my panties off and ditched them inside the creche. I planned to come back for them when the coast was clear, but Ms. Broadbottom found them before I could."

"Sara, I can't believe it." Ms. Broadbottom sighed. "You desecrated a work of art to hide a bowel movement?!?"

"I'm sorry!" Sara replied with a frown. "I wasn't thinking clearly." She then turned to me. "I confessed--you said you'd show me some leniency. Please don't put me on toilet suspension! I would just die if I had to walk around school all day with a mess in my panties."

The comittee deliberated for a few minutes before passing sentence. "Sara, for trying to hide your accident, you will write 'I will not try to conceal my accidents' 1,000 times, which will be due along with your other writing assignment after Christmas break. Futhermore, you have a month of toilet detention; you will spend the entire period before your art class sitting on a toilet in any women's room of your chosing, preferrably one close to the art room. Finally, you will take these--" I held up the plastic bag containing her soiled panties "--and wash them out as best you can in the nearest women's room. Get them as clean as possible, because you'll be wearing them to school tomorrow."

"Yes, sir." She replied as she took the panties and left the room.

[Narada]

The next two cases took place at last night's show choir/glee club holiday performance. The two guilty parties, Zack Martin and Libby Chesler, took their places on the bench reserved for the accused. First up was Zack Martin who was accused of urinating on stage during the performance. Quinn Pensky, a cute, bespectacled junior, and Zoey Brooks, a blonde junior, took to the podium to give their testimony.

"It was awful!" Quinn began. "There I was, singing my little heart out when I felt my butt getting all wet!" The girl blushed, waited for the laughter in the room to die down, and corrected herself. "Bottom! I meant bottom! I ignored it at first because my butt--BOTTOM!--always gets massively sweaty when I perform in public."

"Quinn!" Zoey nudged her friend, a look of horror on her face.

"Well, it does!" Quinn went on. "You mean to tell me that you never get sweaty butt?"

The room erupted with laughter at this, and I banged my gavel. "Ms. Pensky, do get on with it!" I sighed.

"Gotcha." Quinn smiled. "Anyway, I kept singing, and my backside kept getting wetter and wetter! I turned around to see what the heck was going on, and I saw...saw..." Quinn turned redder than a tomato. "Oh, I can't say it! Zo, you tell 'em what happened next!"

"Well, we were in the middle of our Christmas medley when I heard water running. I looked around and saw...saw..." At that, Zoey started to blush, too.

"Out with it, Ms. Brooks!" I said.

"Zack Martin had his--um--thing out and was peeing on the stage!" Zoey said, getting redder with each word. "I've never seen a boy pee so much! I mean," she hurriedly added, "I've never seen a boy pee at all! I'm not the type to watch a boy do somethin' like that--I ain't that kind of girl!" The room broke into laughter, which I again silenced with my gavel.

"Ms. Brooks, please refrain from using slang terms during these proceedings,"I said. "So you saw Zack Martin take out his penis and urinate onstage?"

"Well, I didn't see him take it out, but I saw him using it--um--urinating!" Zoey replied. "There was so much of it that it was getting all over the back of Quinn's gown!"

"My baby blue ball gown--ruined!" Quinn added.

"I got real mad, sir, and I...um..I punched him!" Zoey continued. "Bad enough he's doing that in public, but to do it on my friend's behind? I wasn't gonna stand there an' let him do that, so I hit him right in the eye." She scowled in Zack's direction. "Dirty boy."

"You know you liked what you saw," Zack replied with a devilish smile.

"You want another black eye?" Zoey threatened.

"ORDER!" I shouted. "Zack, what do you have to say in your defense?

Zack's twin brother Cody Martin whispered in his ear before he took the podium. "My "lawyer" has advised me to plead no contest to the charges and throw myself on the mercy of the corpse."

"COURT!" Cody shouted. "Mercy of the court!"

"Whatever. Look...I was drunk." Zack sighed. "Mom is gonna kill me."

"You were drinking?" I asked.

"I just had a few sips of mom's cognac before we left home!" Zack said.

"That boy cannot hold his liquor." Cody said.

"Like you can!" Zack rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I kinda blacked out during the performance; I don't even remember going! All I remember is Zoey busting me in the eye."

"This is truly disgraceful behavior, Mr. Martin." I said, shaking my head. Zack was suspended from school for the two weeks following Christmas break. With all that free time, he needed something to keep him occupied, so he was assigned a truly voluminous writing assingment: writing 'I will not expose myself in public,' 'I will not drink alcoholic beverages before coming to school,' and 'I will not urinate outside of the bathroom' 6,000 times each, as well as a 1,000 word written apology to Quinn." When I noticed his stunned expression, I chuckled and said, "Zack, you have plenty of time to complete these assignments. Just make sure they are finished before you return to school, or they will be doubled. Finally, Quinn will be sending you her dry cleaning bill, which you will be expected to pay in full."

Before Zack could voice a protest, his mother appeared, grabbed both Zack and Cody by the ears, and dragged them from the room. I don't suppose either of them are having a SWEET LIFE at the moment.

The second toilet infraction at the show choir's Christmas performance was committed by Libby Chesler, a raven haired cheerleader and self proclaimed queen bee. Libby was charged with soiling herself whilst performing the lead vocals on "Oh Come all ye faithful" and "Silent Night." Libby took to the podium and entered the plea "NOT GUILTY."

"What do you mean, not guilty?" Ms. Haversham, a member of the TVPC, asked. "Several witnesses saw you completely ruin the back of your gown with your--er--excrement."

Libby blushed fiercely as the room filled with laughter. "I know that! Ok, I soiled myself but it was--"

"--all Sabrina's fault!" Everyone in the room completed Libby's sentence. Everytime anything happens to Libby, she blames it on Sabrina, a pretty blonde student who, incidentally, is practically a twin to another of our students, Clarissa Darling, as well as Ms. Spellman, a teacher at our school. How it's possible that three apparently unrelated women look so much alike and just happened to wind up at the same school is a subject of much speculation, but it is not relevant to this case.

"How the heck is it Sabrina's fault that you took a dump in your panties?" Clarissa asked. She was sitting up front with her look-alike friend Sabrina. As usual, Clarissa then turned aside and adressed an imaginary audience. "Libby blames Sabrina for everything; hell, she thinks the hole in the ozone layer, global warming, and overpopulation are all her fault!"

"Kindly refrain from talking to yourself and referring to bowel movements as 'dumps.' " I said. "Libby, what makes you think Sabrina had anything to do with your accident?"

"She's always been jealous of me," Libby sniffed. "I'm perfect, and she'll never be anything less than ordinary."

"Me, jealous of a nub like you?" Sabrina scoffed. "I've had belly button lint that's more special than you!"

"Yeah, Special Ed." Libby countered.

"That's quite enough of that," I said. "Continue, Libby."

"Well, Sabrina really wanted lead vocals in last night's performance, but I got them instead of her, mostly because I'm more talented than her."

"Yeah, talented at giving head!" Clarissa sneered in another of her infamous asides.

"I'm warning you, Ms. Darling: stop with the outbursts or you'll be sorry!" I growled. "Go on, Ms. Chesler."

"When I took to the stage last night, Sabrina gave me the evil eye throughout my entire performance. Soon as I hit the high note in 'O Holy Night,' my bowels just let loose!" Libby reddened as laughter briefly filled the room. "All the spotlights in the theater just happened to turn on and shine on me so that everyone in the audience saw what I did. I was humiliated." Libby turned on Sabrina, her entire face twisted in revulsion.

"I'm missing the part where I had something to do with you making a mess of yourself." Sabrina jeered.

"I know you had something to do with this!" Libby raved.

"Yeah, right, Libby. Sabrina was with me the whole night!" Clarissa said. "What, you think she put a spell on you that made you shit yourself?" She then added to her imaginary audience: "This bitch is crazier than I am!"

"I'm not crazy!" Libby shrieked. "Sabrina had something to do with this--I know she did!"

"But where's your proof, Libby? Huh? Oh, that's right--you ain't got none!" Sabrina jeered.

"Mr. Jagganath, please--!" Libby pleaded, but I cut her off.

"Ms. Chesler, I fail to see how Sabrina had anything to do with you failing to tend to your bathroom needs before you took the stage," I said. "Unless you have any proof that Sabrina had something to do with your loss of bowel control, I'm afraid I'm going to have to find you guilty as charged. Well?"

Libby said nothing.

"Sir, as I said, Sabrina was with me for the entire night. We even went to the bathroom together, which we managed to do into toilets and not our panties like certain other people I know." Clarissa replied. This was quickly followed by another aside to her "audience": "She should've worn a diaper, the big baby!"

"FUCK YOU!" Libby snarled. "Fuck you and that bitch ass evil twin of yours! I'll get you for this, Sabrina Spellman--you just watch!"

"Ooh, I'm so scared!" Sabrina laughed.

"That's enough!" I said. "Libby, for soiling yourself during a school performance, you will have to serve a week's toilet detention. Any period that you have before cheerleading practice or show choir rehearsal will be spent sitting on a toilet of any women's room of your choosing, except for the faculty women's room, of course. Naturally, this sentence will be carried out following Christmas break."

"But..but--!" Libby blubbed.

"Futhermore, you are to write 'I will not soil myself at school functions' 500 times. For your little outburst, you will also write 'I will not use profanity in the TVPC room' 500 times. Both are due upon your return to school, or they will be doubled. Finally--" I beckoned for Libby to approach the table where I and the other TVPC members sat, as I wanted to keep what I had to say to her from the rest of the room. When she stood before me, I covered my microphone and said, "I am recommending that you see the school counselor. This obsession with Sabrina is bordering on psychotic."

Libby gaped at me before her face became distorted with rage. A single tear ran down her cheek before she turned around and stormed out the room. Sabrina and Clarissa laughed uproariously and started to leave as well, but I called them back to the podium.

"Sabrina, is there any basis for Libby's claims?" I asked.

"Sir, how could there be?" Sabrina replied. "It's a shame that Libby has to blame people for her own lack of toilet discipline."

"Yes, that's all well and good, but for this entire proceeding, you've had a look on your face like the cat who ate the canary." I said. "As a matter of fact, the last time that you and Libby were in these chambers, she badly soiled herself."

"It's just a coincidence." Sabrina muttered, her eyes focused on the ground.

"I promise you this, Sabrina: if I find out that you had anything to do with what happened to Libby the other night, you're going to be in big trouble." I warned. I then turned to Clarissa and said, "Ms. Darling, you'll also be doing writing assignments over the holiday break."

Clarissa turned to her imaginary audience and said, "Uh-oh!" and then said to me, "What? Why?"

"Did you think that I didn't hear you swear, Ms. Darling?" I replied. "Swearing is a big no-no in this room. You will write 'I will not use profanity in the TVPC room' 500 times. In addition, for all your taunting of Libby, you will write 'I will not mock people who have soiled themselves' 500 times. That goes for you too, Sabrina."

"What?!?" Sabrina gasped. "But I...but she..."

"I also expect each of you to write a 1,000 word letter of apology to Libby. The poor girl felt bad enough because of what happened: your unthinking words made it worse."

"Yes, sir." Both girls solemnly replied in unison.

Before they left, I called Clarissa aside and told her I'd scheduled her an appointment with the school's counselor...all of that talking to an imaginary audience is probably a sign that she has a few mental health issues.

The next case involved one Drake Parker, who was accused of violating his toilet suspension. As regular readers know, a toilet suspension is when a student, for whatever reason, is banned from using the school's restrooms. Such a person must either "hold it" until school is out or go in their underpants. Drake Parker was sentenced to a toilet suspension after repeatedly using his bathroom passes to have, let us say, "sexual congress" with girls. However, according to multiple sources, Drake has not been sticking to his suspension at all.

"Did Josh tattle on me?" Drake asked as he came to the podium. Josh is Drake's step-brother.

"I am not at liberty to divulge my sources," I said. "Are these accusations true?"

"Yeah." Drake sighed. "Look, I can hold in my--um--bowel movements, but my urine's another thing! Men in my family have very weak bladders."

"Have you been using the men's facilities?" I asked.

"Nope." Drake replied with a smirk. "I usually use the sink in the janitor's closet or go outside."

"You are aware that what you've been doing violates your toilet suspension, right?" I inquired.

"How?" Drake asked. "You told me to stay outta the bathrooms, and I'm stayin' outta the bathrooms."

"You are forbidden to go anywhere but in your pants," I reply. "You are not to go anywhere else until the suspension is lifted."

"So you expect me to wet myself and spend all day smelling like pee?" Drake gasped. "You people are SICK."

"Please use the correct term, Mr. Parker." I said.

"Oh, I'm sorry--urine." Drake mockingly replied.

"Your toilet suspension is hereby extended by one week, to be served following the Christmas break." I announce.

"What? But that's...UGH. Fine!" Drake snarled. "How do you epect me to get girls when I'm soaked in piss?"

"Mr. Parker, I want you to write the word 'urine' 500 times on the blackboard in the back of the room." I said. "Perhaps that'll teach you not to use vulgar tems in the TVPC room."

"Man, you guys suck!" Drake muttered. "One more thing," he said before he left the podium, "What if I wear an--um--adult diaper under my pants?"

I consulted with the other TVPC members before I gave an answer. "There is nothing in the rules or bi-laws of this organization that forbid those on toilet suspension from wearing diapers," I said.

"Sweet--then I'm rockin' a diaper for the rest of my toilet suspension! And people say I'm dumb!" Drake chuckled as he went to the blackboard. Several of the girls watching from the audience followed his every step: I don't believe that boy will have a problem getting a date, even if he has to spend a few weeks with wet pants.

The final case of the day involved one Jennifer Ann Moseley, known as "Moze" to her friends and the majority of the students and faculty here. She is accused offrequently urinating in the boy's room, a charge to which she pleads guilty.

"Well, it's not like I like peeing--sorry!--urinating in the boy's room; all of them are smelly and gross!" Moze, a statuesque brunette junior, said with the mischievous grin of someone who's been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "It's just that there is always a long ass line at every girl's room all the time! And I'm sorry I just swore! I'm really, really, REALLY nervous, and I swear a bit when that happens..."

"We'll let it slide this time," I said. "You've no need to be nervous, Jennifer."

"I know but--I'm not usually the one who gets in trouble. My friends Ned and Cookie are the troublemakers in our merry band of shit-wits. Fuck, I did it again!" Moze covered her mouth, but not before she muttered, "Oh, shit..."

"Do try to control yourself, Jennifer." I sighed. "I'd hate to have to give you a writing assignment because I know that an honors student like you has lots of projects to complete, and writing lines would only put more work on your plate. Now relax, take a few deep breaths, and continue."

Moze took my advice and went on. "Well, like I said, there are always murderously long lines at the women's rooms. All of them. One time, I waited so long that I had an accident and--uh--urinated all over the floor. I just couldn't hold it anymore!"

"Was a TVPC report filed on that incident?" I asked.

"Yeah, yeah it was." Moze said as her cheeks reddened. "I was determined to never let that happen again, so the next time there was a line in front of the ladies' room, I just dipped into the boys' room and did my business. A teacher caught me, so of course I had a TVPC report filed on that incident, as well."

"But that wasn't the only time you used the boy's room, was it, Jennifer?" I asked.

"No, sir." Moze replied. "It was just easier to go in there instead of waiting in line all fuc...uh...all day. I even got one of those little plastic devices that allow a girl to stand up and pee--URINATE!"

"How does that work, exactly?" Ms. Gale, a member of the TVPC, asked.

Moze took the device out of her purse. It had a triangular shape and a wide base with an opening in it. She placed the bottom of the device between her legs and held the tip. "You go in the bottom, and it runs down to the tip and pours out in a steady stream, just like when a guy urinates. I can go at a urinal just like a guy! I still have to sit down to poop, however." She chuckled.

"That's all well and good, but you know that you aren't allowed to use the boy's bathroom." I said.

"I know," Moze replied.

"Perhaps if you had to spend a month using only the boy's facilities, you would learn your lesson."

"What? Wait, sir--please!" Moze pleaded. "I only use the boy's bathroom when it comes down to either going in there or wetting myself! I don't want to use them full time!"

"It's already decided; since you enjoy them so much, you will spend one month using only the men's restrooms. A bathroom monitor will accompany you to make sure that no boys will bother you. If you are caught inside the women's room for any reason, your sentence will be extended by one week."

"Seriously?" Moze grimaced. "What if I need to get a pad out of the tampon dispenser?"

"Then you will be allowed to do so," I said. "But the bathroom monitor will accompany you inside to make sure that's all you do."

"This officially sucks." Moze frowned.

Before we ended the session, news came to us that Mr. Feeny, a teacher at our school, had his car vandalized. The interior was filled to the brim with soiled panties, "MR. FEENY IS A NOB!" was spray painted on the windshield, and all four tires were slashed. Speculation is running high that this was the work of several of Mr. Feeny's students, obviously fed up with his refusal to allow them bathroom breaks during class. Rest assured, we will get to the bottom of this situation, and the guilty parties will be punished.



Meeting adjorned 3:55 PM

[diaperdude7]

Great Job

Narada, great job once again! Can't wait for the Sadie Hawkins and the Cinema Slut sequel. For both, could there be a lot of diaper pooping and grinding with filled diapers? Just a thought ;-)

Can't wait to see the stories!!!

[spandexman]

Thanks

Nice report. Merry Xmas everyone.

[Drying]

Good story. I don't really like the hardcore stuff, but you are a good writer.
I'm looking forward to the story around Mr. Feeny's car.

Also, someone's been watching kid's tv. ^_^

[Narada]

Good story. I don't really like the hardcore stuff, but you are a good writer.
I'm looking forward to the story around Mr. Feeny's car.

Also, someone's been watching kid's tv. ^_^

I LOVEthe hardcore stuff!. And yeah, I spend a lot of time watching teennick and Disney Channel shows.

[Arnold Ziffel]

Tvpc

Great Job once again. I'm sorry I didn't get back to you sooner, but I had some problems with my computer and then I was sick for a few days. And, of course, all of that on top of the usual holiday bustle.

But as I said, great job once again. I especially like the reference to Sabrina/Clarissa and with Jennifer on Ned's School Survival Guide. I've tried but I just can't write Sabrina/Clarissa stuff very well -- you really have a knack for that. I have a feeling this isn't the last we're going to hear from "Moze". I recognized the reference to Drake and Josh, but I'm not familar with the other one -- Sara Bellum? I, too, look forward to more about Mr. Feeney's car -- rest assured that my TVPC will be helping with that investigation. GOOD LUCK ........ (upcoming reference) with that!

Great work -- So true to my original concept yet unique in it's own way.

[Narada]

Great Job once again. I'm sorry I didn't get back to you sooner, but I had some problems with my computer and then I was sick for a few days. And, of course, all of that on top of the usual holiday bustle.

But as I said, great job once again. I especially like the reference to Sabrina/Clarissa and with Jennifer on Ned's School Survival Guide. I've tried but I just can't write Sabrina/Clarissa stuff very well -- you really have a knack for that. I have a feeling this isn't the last we're going to hear from "Moze". I recognized the reference to Drake and Josh, but I'm not familar with the other one -- Sara Bellum? I, too, look forward to more about Mr. Feeney's car -- rest assured that my TVPC will be helping with that investigation. GOOD LUCK ........ (upcoming reference) with that!

Great work -- So true to my original concept yet unique in it's own way.

Thanks for the kind words! I guess writing Sabrina/Clarissa stuff just comes naturally to me because I spent so much of my teen years watching their shows. I've had a massive crush on Melissa Joan Hart for years, so that helps as well.

The Sara Bellum reference is from the Powerpuff Girls cartoon. Sara Bellum is the chief assistant to the mayor of Townsville, and the statue she was working on in this report was of the three super-powered girls who are the stars of the show.

The thing with Moze was based on an actual episode where she and a few other girls stormed the boy's room after they got tired of waiting in long women's room lines. I doubt she has learnt her lesson. Topanga probably had something to do with Feeny's car being vandalized; further investigation is required. Can't wait to see the Good Luck Charlie report!