Baldi's Basics: The Show

EPISODE 4: BEHAVE FOR ONCE!

"You're supposed to get grizzly on 'em, Susy," Sweep sighed. "Being the nice guy won't do anything."

"Yes, but at least I'm not as nice as Rubues. He would never hurt a fly," Pomp said. Gotta Sweep's eyebrows dropped and a cartoon sweat line appeared on his handle.

"I don't know. Dr. Reflex is a bit of a nutcase sometimes...there's something evil with that soft smile of his."

"That's just how Ru is, honey," Pomp sighed. "He's so nice that it's creepy."

Gotta Sweep sighed. "I'll show you how it's done, Susy."

The broom leaned back and sped down the hallway, leaving a cartoon, pixelated puff of smoke behind. He veered around the corner and searched for the two boys. "Where are they?" he grumbled in his loud, gravelly voice. The faint sounds of giggling alerted him to go back and turn the corner, finding Charlie and Oliver digging through someone's locker.

Sweep sighed and charged after them, picking the two up in his path. "Hey! What gives?" Oliver fussed, dropping the B-Soda he grabbed from the locker. Gotta Sweep cringed as the soda sprayed all over the floor. Great. Another mess to clean.

"You two should be in class," he said. The broom stopped in front of Baldi's classroom and swept them inside. Baldi took his attention away from the chalkboard.

"No wonder where you two idiots were..." he sneered. "Thank you, Sweep."

"Pleasure doin' business," Gotta Sweep tipped the top of his broom handle and left the room, the door closing behind him automatically. He looked to the side to find Charlie and Oliver standing there, looking at him with smiles.

"Oh, hey, 'sup dudes...WAIT A MINUTE!"

Gotta Sweep gave them a red glare, getting all up in their faces, his sunglasses bending furiously. "GET BACK TO CLASS!" His voice cracked as he yelled at them.

He swept them back into the classroom only to find them standing in the hallway again. He repeated over and over again, going faster each time. For the tenth time, Gotta Sweep groaned and forced them into their seats, disrupting the whole class. Baldi sighed and watched his colleague, resting his chin on his fist, wearing a face that clearly read "I can't catch a break."

Sweep zoomed out of the classroom at practically the speed of sound and came back, strapping the two in their seats with some tape he found in the janitor's closet, circling their desks so fast that he was nothing but a green blur. He stopped abruptly and wobbled around like a drunken man, birds flying around his head. Gotta Sweep shook his handle quickly and snapped out of his trance.

Gotta Sweep rolled his eyes. "That should keep you two in your seats..."

He left the room and sighed, leaning his handle against the wall. Closing his eyes and inhaling, the janitor gratefully took a moment to himself. He opened his eyes andOHMYGOD. Charlie and Oliver stood there again with big 'ol smi—you know what? Fudge it.

Sweep jumped out the window.

Charlie and Oliver ran over and peeked their heads out. The camera shook and a crash and a loud meow could be heard.

"Ouch," they said in unison.

- - -

It was now lunchtime and the two boys were goofing around in the halls, entering vacant classrooms and writing stuff on the chalkboards. Little did they know, a psychopathic doctor stood at the other end of the hallway, wearing a sharp, evil grin on his clay face.

"Heheh..." he snickered under his breath, opening his coat. Under his lab coat were packs of sharp, deadly weapons such as a whole-ass bazooka and a chainsaw. How did he fit all of this under his coat all while looking and feeling like a cozy, fat marshmallow? No clue. Cartoon logic I suppose. He grabbed a double-barrel shotgun from his coat and inserted two bullets. Dr. Reflex put the gun up to his eye and aimed after the two boys, salivating a bit. His irises sharpened like a cat's as Charlie and Oliver left the vacant classroom.