Irving's face felt flushed. Shame. Spread

Irving's face felt flushed. Shame. Spread like a fiery rash all across his face. Of course, he could not verbally acknowledge this. No, he must continue on as if nothing happened.

Stumbling, fumbling, miss-spitting game prompted many embarrassing moments for this young awkward inkling of a boy. But this time, this singular moment excavated his very existence

Leaving him so empty, bereft of any usable passion. So,

he succumbed to the voices inside his head. There was Larry, intellectual & witty. Curly, naïve & silly. And Moe, brash & outspoken. This was no laughing matter. Slowly he turned.

Step by step, inch by inch, he returned to the lectern as 500 collegiate freshpeople carried on as usual. "Yes! The Three Stooges are America's answer to the Karamazovs!" Professor

Smolenksy shouted. A couple students in the 1st row woke.One dropped a copy of Cliff's notes on Dostoyevsky's novels.Prof.Smolenksy picked them up & lit them. "This is a revolution

Klaxons blared. Teachers darted to and fro, dodging the wrath of bloated, horizontal youngsters floating upwards, wielding acid flasks. "Too much helium!" realized Prof. Smolensky.

But it was too late. Prof. Smolensky was powerless to stop the children as the all all floated out of the skylight, mischievously dropping their flasks of hydrochloric acid on

The unsuspecting pedestrians below, none of who had unbrellas or protective gear. Mr. Jones was one of the survivors and filed a class auction lawsuit...against who, though!