Chapter 2: Ye who causes the most chaos.
Swiftly Mr.Tippy coached them through the process of reverting to their original forms, which was bald.
Frisky, a boy who was named for his love of kittens, was having a particularly hard time.
“Come on Frisky, you can do it. Just imagine yourself in your mind, and change!” Mr.Tippy encouraged him.
The youngling was at the end of his patience. “Well… Maybe I don’t want to shift back! MAYBE I LIKE HAVING A MULLET!”
Mr.Tippy face-hoofed. “Oh come on, no one likes mullets.” He said loudly. “Now just ch-”
“HE READ MY MIND! I HATE MULLETS!” Another screech went up from the back of the classroom and he groaned.
“If one more hatchling faints I am going to have to get a nurse, and I don’t think I should leave you guys alone…”
“He knows we plan to cause chaos if he spontaneously leaves!” Another hatchling, Drift, yelled.
Some of the class looked at, and a few in the crowd muttered things like, “Well that wasn’t my plan but it sounds good,” and, “Huh, good idea, wish I thought of it.”
Mr.Tippy stomped his foot to gain attention. “No one is causing chaos because I am not leaving! Now Frisky remove the horrible fashion crime from your head!”
“Your tie is a fashion crime!” The youngling exploded.
He narrowed his eyes and touched his horn to Frisky’s and the mullet disappeared, but only to be replaced with a dunce cap. One that wouldn’t disappear until the five-minute charm wore off.
“You don’t say mean things in my class.” He sniffled, stroking his tie. Shaking his head he regained his professional look and walked up to his desk in the front.
“Ok everypony! Who still has a mane?” He demanded. Two hooves went up. “Ok then, while I help those two, the rest of you can talk quietly.” He stressed the word.
To bad they were mere younglings and didn’t know the meaning of quite.
Immediate laughs and yells went up around the room as he took the two strugglers aside. One had a long mane, while the other had one that looked like a zebras mane.
“What is the problem?” He asked kindly.
“My mane grows longer each time I try to remove it.” Whined the one with a long mane.
“Can I keep mine like this? I like it.” The second one grinned.
“I dunno, Grub, can you remove it first?” Mr.Tippy asked the zebra mane one.
Grub smirked and removed it, then made it reappear again. “Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.”
“Ok, you can keep it, now go back to your seat.” He turned back to Squeak. “Ok Squeak, let me see why that is happening.”
He touched her horn with his and found what he expected. She had accidentally put a common trick on herself. Sometimes hatchlings would goof like that, and instead of casting a normal shift, they casted a trick-shift, which could do anything from what was happening to her, to making it stay for a certain amount of time.
Removing the trick he nodded his head. “Try now.” He said.
She scrunched up her face and the mane disappeared and she let out a sharp-toothed grin. “Thanks Mr.Tippy! How did ya do it, did ya use your mind powers on me?”
He made a face. “No, I used my changeling powers. Now back to your seat.”
He made his way up to the front and sighed. He knew he would get annoyed, but not like that. Why were they all so convinced he had mind-reading powers? Well, whatever, he did admit to himself that he was having fun teaching them.
“Ok my little changelings, to wrap up class we are going to do a little exercise so you can know each others names, as I know all of yours.”
A hoof went up.
“Yes?”
“Tell me my name! Prove it!” She demanded.
“First off, it is, please prove it, be polite ok? Second off, your name is Boo. Why?”
“HE READ MY MIND! HIS POWERS ARE TRUE!” Boo yelled and two of her classmates fainted.
“Why is everypony fainting?” He yelled. “Now I have to get the nurse because you all barely know your way around the hive and you can’t fetch her!”
“Yaaaaaaaay!” The class yelled and he gulped.
Rushing from the crazy room, Tippy speed down the hallway.
As soon as the teacher left many started to giggle and one youngling jumped on his desk to get their attention.
“My fellow changelings!” He began. “Listen to my words of fun! We need to gather our passed out classmates and draw on their faces!”
They cheered and dragged the passed out bodies in the front of the room.
“Okay, who has a marker?”
No one raised a hoof.
“Oh yeah, the hive is low on supplies again. Ok, someone go see if our teacher has anything other than chalk!”
They rummaged through his desk, and checked all his drawers. Not a marker to be found, only a brand new pencil and some paper.
“Nothing!” Squeak squeaked.
Ebie sighed and thought of something else. “I guess I have to think up all the cool ideas.” He sauntered over to the blackboard and grabbed all the chalk he could carry and set it on the ground.
“We can still cover them in chalk powder, and we never run out of chalk so we won’t get into too much trouble!” He grinned.
The others nodded and began to roll them in the chalk, covering them in its powers and making them sneeze in their sleep. One sneezed so hard he woke up, it was Jiggles.
“Wha, huh, why?” He looked around confused.
“Oh geez! You woke up, now we can’t laugh at you!” Ebie complained. “No, wait! We still can! Buhahahahahaha!”
He looked at Ebie crossly. “Shut it Eb, what’s going on?”
“The teacher left and we are trying to cover you guys in chalk, so shut up and help us!” Frisky rolled his eyes.
“Lamest. Prank. Ever.” Jiggles declared.
“You got anything better?”
“Yeah I do!” Jiggles grinned, took a chalk piece, and stuck it up one of their nostrils and giggled.
The others laughed and began to find other things around the classroom.
Tippy panted as he finally reached the nurses office. Why did it have to be so far away from his class? He burst in noisily and looked around for the changeling nurse.
“Nurse! Please, quickly!”
“Yeah yeah, hold on. Did some changeling get a paper cut?” A voice floated lazily from the back of her office.
“No! Four changelings passed out because they think I have mind powers, and these just aren’t any changelings. These are younglings, straight from the pods!”
“WHAT!” Her voice screeched and she was next to him in a second. “Why are we waiting? Those guys are second to Discord with the chaos they can cause!” She picked up a bag that was titled, Youngling emergencies, and sprinted from the room faster than he had gotten there.
It had taken the mere ten minutes he was gone for the room to be thrown into a sea of trouble. The two flower pots in there were broken, while Frisky ran around with a mullet on his head, forcing his classmates to suffer by looking at his fashion crime. Four surrounded the passed out younglings and tried to see how many chalk sticks they could fit up their noses. A few others had stolen the paper from Mr.Tippy and were making paper airplanes zoom around the room, and the rest were trying to see if they could break more stuff. So far they had broken: A desk, what pencils were in the room, a broom, the two flower pots, and they had cracked the blackboard. They were on the move and breaking more things.
Just as one of the younglings got a bloody nose from head butting his fellow youngling the nurse broke in, but instead of looking like a changeling, she had turned into a bear.
A loud roar rocked the room and all attention turned towards the nurse and a very out of breath Mr.Tippy. The nurse changed back and glared at them all with a steely eye. “Sit down in your seats.” She commanded, and all fearful of the bear-nurse did so.
She walked up to the ones who had passed out, and were still somehow sleeping, and emptied their nostrils of chalk. She then placed them in their seats and grabbed a plant from her bag. She waved it under their noses and they woke up, noses wrinkled in disgust.
As the nurse went around taking care of those who may have been hurt, Mr.Tippy surveyed his class with a sinking heart. It was a mess, a horrible horrible mess! Two desks were broken, his flowers deflowered, his paper and pencils missing, all his chalk was snot-covered, and his blackboard was broke! Not to mention suspicious blood stains on the floor.
“Ok, who bleed in here?” He demanded as the nurse left.
Weakly Drift raised his hoof. “The blackboard punched me…”
“More like your face punched it!” He snorted. “You all need to be taught a lesson! Except for those who passed out because they were asleep. DETENTION FOR-”
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiing! The bell noisily announced the end of class, and before Tippy could utter the next word, they all fled.
“All?” He whimpered as he looked at his now empty classroom.