"Jeepers", he said as he looked at the stolen

"Jeepers", he said as he looked at the stolen Wii Cameron had just pulled out of his schoolbag. "I can't believe you just stole that", Jasper honoured his tenacity. "Aren't you

a nun?" Reverend Mother Bellatrix glared at him from her one good eye as she stashed the stolen Wii in his locker. "Tell anyone, and they'll be pulling rosary beads from

Liberace's shrunken corpse!" Well, he was utterly flabbergasted. Mother Bellatrix? That freaky eye and that quivering lid? He just sat down. Sat right down on the casket, he didn't

know how he had lost a button on his favourite jacket but somewhere the jacket button lay lost wondering if it would ever be found and return to the jacket. The button was gold and

had his name on it. It was that kind of jacket. He was that kind of guy. So naturally it found it's way back to him. But first came the ransom note. A man with personalized buttons

should never be trusted, however. Especially a man with personalized buttons who called himself Robespierre. And especially during the French Revolution.

As Robespierre himself succumbed to the Terror he'd created, they say he threw his buttons to the baying crowd on his way to the tumbril saying: "L'etat, c'est moi" and "sacré bleu

up and lowered them back down repeatedly, until his biceps were fully pumped. The crowd went mad. "We want to see your veins!" a man cried out. A woman tittered and fainted.

So the evil surgeon turned to the crowd, with a maniacal smile on his mouth. "This should be plenty easy. They aren't often unconscious" as he dissected her right then and there