A new scene and a new location were magicked into existence via another puff of colourless powder; this time however it was not the ploom of so many popping Jubba Jubba berries or the blast of a frigate's baking (gun)powder cannons, but rather the clapping together of two blackboard erasers.

  “My old school!” Crumpet-Hands Man exclaimed with giddiness, so much so that he giddied end over end over a desk, sending ink wells spilling everywhere. Muffin Mind tutted, bowed, dried behind his blah. “Golly! This is my dear old classroom,” our hero upped, pointed this way and that, causing the villain beside him to duck to avoid losing an eye. “That's my dear old desk! Those are my dear old classmates! And that! That's Mr. Stag, my dear old teacher!”

  “Alright boys and girls, settle down,” the teacher with the antlers ordered from the front of the classroom; when the class persisted their chattering he snorted, lowered his head, scuffed his front hooves on the floorboards before charging and butting a pupil through a window.

  “Now then, Crumpet-Hands Man,” the villain said, ignoring whatever the hell had just happened, “which of these scruffy students are you?”

  “I'm only one of the students,” our hero corrected. “I am as yet incapable of taking multiple forms.”

  The villain sighed. “Let me rephrase that. Which of these scruffy students is you?”

  “That is me,” Crumpet-Hands Man indicated with another point. “There!”

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  “Ouch! My eye!”

  “Second row, third desk on the left.”

  “The portly boy in the cheaply made hero-costume?” Muffin Mind assumed with little enthusiasm. “How did you know?” our hero in the cheaply made hero-costume jolted with big surprise.

  “The cape is a giveaway.”

  “So? Many of the other children are wearing capes.”

  “Those are skirts,” the villain groaned. “And I would stress all of these children are wearing them in the correct manner, around their waists, rather an across their shoulders.”

  “What about that girl?”

  “She's upside-down,” the villain groaned again. “You can tell by her legs.”

  “Ah, yes. For a moment I thought she had two necks,” our hero giddy giggled. “I was wondering why I couldn't recall a classmate with two necks. That's the type of thing you'd remember, right? A classmate with two necks. And two heads in the shape of shoes.”

  Sploosh. *Pang* Etc.

  “Dare I ask why she is upside-down?” Muffin Mind dared ask all the same.

  “Why? Are you scared of the answer?”

  The villain rolled his eyes. They gathered no moss.

  “Boo!”

  “Bwuh!” Muffin Mind flinched, causing several raisins to pop from his face and hide. “What did you do that for?” they asked.

  “To see if the answer scared you,” our hero tittered. “Did it?”

  Following another sploosh and another *pang* and the dear old teacher being shot by poachers, our adventure took a hiatus before eventually getting back on track (hopefully) in the next chapter.