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on!” I said to Jemmy. “We’re getting out of here.”  
    Only I’d waited just a little bit too long.  
    I stepped towards the classroom door – figuring on making an escape.  
    Just before someone kicked the door down.  

Chapter Four - Weird, Strange and Scary
    I like those old style castle and moat movies.  
    You know – the kind with knights and swords and battles?  
    There’s always a point in those movies where a drawbridge crashes down and an entire army of sword, mace and spear-wielding barbarians come charging through the gate and tear the castle into pieces. They’re either good guys or bad guys and it doesn’t really matter to me – but that’s the point in which I jump up and start to cheer.  
    Only I wasn’t cheering as the first barbarian stepped over the kicked-down classroom door and stomped into our history classroom. This particular barbarian had left his sword, mace and spear hat home in the castle. He was actually wearing combat khaki and was wearing a set of headphones over his ears that looked as if they’d been looted from off of an airfield employee’s head – most likely after it had been completely severed.  
    I’m trying to tell you that this guy was very stormtrooper-scary.  
    I bravely tried to duck around the stormtrooper and squeeze out through the doorway and maybe flee madly for my life waving my hands in the air and making little pig-squealing-panic-sounds but he reached one gloved hand out and caught me by the throat and shoved me back inside. I hit the floor like a fumbled pancake, nearly getting stomped on by Burt Hertle – who was still trying to kick old Santa Claus from out of his red-blue-green ringing cell phone.  
    “What are you laying down there for?” Jemmy asked, reaching one hand down to help me back up to my feet. “Are you tired or something?”  
    I took Jemmy’s hand and pulled myself up before Burt Hertle improved the aim of his stomping boot. Another dozen stormtrooper-soldiers crammed into the classroom, all wearing full combat gear. All of them were likewise wearing a pair of those oversized headphones. I wondered if maybe there were listening to music or something on them.  
    And each of those stormtrooper-soldiers kept on smiling the same kind of smile that you might see on a department store mannequin. The smile was pasted on, like they’d been trained to smile that way. It was evil and it was weird and I could imagine them getting up from their barrack cots every morning for push-ups, sit-ups and practice smiling.  
    “So are we saved or what?” I asked – as the soldiers began moving the desks out of the way and lining us kids up against the wall. “Are these good guys or bad guys?”  
    It was that hard to tell.  
    “I don’t know,” Jemmy said. “These guys look more like stormtroopers than any real army soldiers I’ve ever seen.”  
    “That was my first thought,” I agreed.  
    The two Black Masked black suits walked in behind the stormtrooper soldiers. The Black Masks looked a little darker and a whole lot scarier than they had looked to me outdoors in broad daylight – and those goofy looking flashing black fish bowl helmets looked pretty scarifying to me too.  
    Harbor no fear. Harbor no fear.  
    Only my harbor was over-filling with fear.  
    “I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Jemmy said.  
    “Me too,” I replied. “What do you think they want here?”  
    “Maybe they want their cell phones back,” Jemmy said. “Maybe the warrantee has expired?”  
    Displays of panic are apple-less and a waste of good useable energy.  
    “Apple-less?” I asked.  
    “I think they mean fruitless,” Jemmy said. “At least that’s my guess.”  
    Meanwhile, the headphone-wearing stormtroopers kept lining us up against the wall.  
    Some of us lined up better than others. Burt Hertle was having a hard time interrupting his phone-stomping fandango but one of the soldiers caught him in mid-stomp, while