FPE in ??? Train?

*the snake is chillin*

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*∆lice gives a grateful nod* Thanks... Oliver: ∆LIIIIICE WHERE ARE YOUUUU?! *bangs into a pole* Owww!

*covers mouth to hide laugh* oof that looked like it hurt

*Oliver rubs forehead dramatically* My handsome face! *groans*

*The guards quickly clamp a hand over Silver egg's mouth* Miss Circle: Finally, some peace and quiet! *She adjusts her glasses with a sigh of relief* Miss Grace: Right. Security, get them off this train at the next stop. We can't have this... *gestures vaguely at Silver egg* ...whatever this is jeopardizing the entire field trip. *She turns to address the other passengers, trying to regain composure* Everyone else, please return to your seats. The authorities will handle this. *Kevin retrieves his book from where he dropped it earlier* Kevin: Well. That was certainly... a thing that happened. *Miss Thavel revives Miss Sasha with smelling salts while Miss Bloomie comforts the crying younger students* Miss Bloomie: There, there... it's over now. The nice guards are taking care of it. *Edward leans over to Zip* Edward: Think they'll let us keep the window seat? *Zip nudges him* Not the time, babe. *Engel, now fully awake, looks around in confusion* Engel: Did I miss a party? *Claire shushes him*

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*The guards tighten their grip* NO MORE!

*shrugs* I sell snacks here

*Abbie's sobbing stops as he stares in disbelief* You... you're SELLING snacks on this creepy train?! *Lana pats his shoulder nervously* Oliver: *still searching for ∆lice, crashes into a shelf* OOP- free snack time? ∆lice: *hiding behind the ice cream freezer, whispers* ...I’ll take a chocolate bar. No, make it TWO. Edward: *already raiding the chip aisle* Finally, something to do. Kevin: *lowers his book* ...Prices better be reasonable.

*grabs the whistle cord, yanking it hard* HOLD ON TO SOMETHING! *glances back at the passengers*