Hey, guys. [girlfriendoftheauthor] and Big Diesel here. Lately, my boyfriend and I have been expanding our horizons in different genres. One of which is humor. So, for this particular chapter for the series, Random Moments From the Academy, we were going to put shorts in a short story. So a short story in a short story. So, in this particular chapter, we will call these Random Mistakes and Mishaps. We will feature small short stories featuring our lovable characters. Some of these jokes do, might, and sound familiar, but why not see it in the eyes of our favorite characters. Like we have said, this is new, so work with us. We do plan to work on our other stories soon. Real life is getting to us with my being in school and his returning to teach. So, enjoy! God bless!

Short Story #1

Jaune Arc and Yang Xiao Long were only eleven years old, but they knew that they were very much in love. So much so that Jaune proposed to Yang in front of their favorite sycamore tree. He wasn't able to get a ring but settled for a ring from a vending machine at the toy store. Yang was delighted, kissing him as a token of her appreciation. One day, Jaune decided to ask Yang's father, Taiyang, for her hand in marriage. He waited until Taiyang was alone to bravely ask the tall, brawn man.

"Mr. Long," said Jaune. "I would like to propose Yang's hand in marriage."

Taiyang crossed his legs. He thought it was the cutest thing the blonde produced out of his mouth. He removed his glasses, asking Jaune to have a seat on the couch. He took a deep breath before responding to Jaune's question. "Well, Jauney, that is a tough proposition. Think you are ready for marriage?"

Jaune nodded in agreement. "Yes, sir. Yang and I are really much in love. I even proposed to her in front of your sycamore tree."

Taiyang tried hard to contain his laughter. "So, Jauney. You want to marry my daughter?"

"Yes, sir!"

"You kids are only eleven. What are you going to do for a place to live?"

Jaune reached into his pocket. Astonishingly, he pulled a pair of glasses. He was reading from the note. "We were thinking with me, sir. I live on a farm. My room is bigger. Also, we have lots of vegetables and livestock so Yang would be well taken care of."

Taiyang still thought this was adorable. He decided to take another poke at him. "You did your homework, young man. Smart."

"Thank you, sir."

"So, you have thought of living arrangments." He peered closer to the young boy. "What about a job? How can you support my lovely daughter without having the support of your own?"

Jaune quickly interjected. "Never you worry, sir. I am a fee collector for the local newspaper. I make $100 a week. So, that makes $400 a month. Plus, I even work around the house and get an allowance." He smiled. "That way, even if Yang doesn't work, she will be in great hands."

Taiyang was puzzled. He scratched under his chin. No way this boy calculated these plans without a sibling, a parent, or a relative giving him these ideas. As a Trump card, he thought of something that should stump the lad's thinking.

"Well, Jauney. You have thought long and hard about this decision. You must really love my daughter?"

"I do, sir. Very, very much."

"Just one more question. If you can get this, you can have my daughter."

The glowing smile of Jaune was apparent. "Yes, sir. Ask away."

"What would you do if the two of you decided to have little ones of your own." He thought he was clever. "What should you do about that?"

Jaune just shrugged his shoulder and told Yang's father. "Well, sir. We've been lucky this far. My sister gives me these things-" Jaune stopped when he saw Taiyang lying on the ground.

"Sir, sir? Oh, dear, he fainted."

Short Story #2

Whitley woke up in the middle of the night to use the restroom. After using it and getting a drink of water, the teen returned back to bed. On his way, he passed by his parents' bedroom. However, he stopped as he saw the blankets were shuffling and moving swiftly.

Concerned, he called to his father, "Father, what are you doing?"

The parents stopped. Murmuring occurred between the couple. "Well, son. I am just playing a game of cards."

"Cool, father. Who is your partner?"

"Your mother, dear," answered his father. "Now, run along. We still have a few strokes before it's done."

He obeyed his parents and headed straight to bed. However, he stopped as he saw his sister, Weiss' room opened. Like his parents, the blankets were shuffling and moving swiftly.

He called to his sister. "Hey, sis. What are you doing?"

"Playing cards, you dweeb," she answered.

"Okay," said Whitley. "Who is your partner?"

"Jaune and Blake. Now get out of here."

A little while later, his father Jacques got up and prepared to head to work early. As he prepared to go to the bathroom, he passed by his son's room. He stopped as he saw the blankets were shuffling and moving swiftly.

He called to his son. "Hey, son. What are you doing?"

"Playing cards, father."

"All right? Really? So, who is your partner?"

Whitley answered. "You don't need a partner if you have a good hand!"

His father didn't say anything else. He closed the door and left for the restroom.

Short Story #3

Weiss woke up in the middle of the night when she saw her husband, Neptune, wasn't in bed. Worried, she got out of bed to find him. She put on her robe and scanned the home in search of him. After a few minutes, she heard sobbing noises coming from the basement. Grabbing her flashlight, she took the spiral stairs to the basement to find Neptune sobbing.

He was cornered in a fetal position while sucking his thumb. He was rocking and pacing.

"What's wrong, dear," asked the worried Weiss.

Neptune sniffled. "Remember over eighteen years when I got you pregnant after prom?"

"Yes, dear. How could I forget," she said.

"Yeah. And your father said I had to marry you or go to jail?"

"Yes, baby. Of course," said Weiss.

"Well, today I would have been a free man," cried Neptune.

Weiss kneeled to her sobbing husband. She brushed his hair with her fingers and kissed her forehead. "Oh, sweetheart. I know it can be painful. Especially when this sentence is now consecutive with another one."

Short Story #4

Jaune was listening to Green Day on the radio while reading Assassination Classroom when Blake snuck behind him. She furrowed her face at her blonde husband before hitting him with her weapon.

"What the hell, dear," he scoffed. "What was that for?"

"That was for the piece of paper in your pocket with the name Pyrrha written on it," she barked at him.

"Dear," he said calmly. "Pyrrha is the name of the Grimm I betted on when I went to the race track last week."

She was a bit skeptic, but she knew that Jaune was an avid Grimm racing fan. "You are sure?"

"Yes, dear."

"Are you sure?"

"Dear, on my Mama, I am telling the truth."

Blake grabbed her husband and held him. "Okay, since you said you haven't cheated and you put it on your mother's life."

A couple of days later, Jaune was doing his routine of listening to rock and reading manga when Blake once again hit him with her weapon.

"What the hell," barked Jaune. "What's that for this time?"

"Your Grimm rang," she said. "Oh, and your mother's dead."

Short Story #5

Professor Goodwitch decided to have free period with her students. She asked her students on their parents did for a living.

Weiss said, "My father is a businessman. He works for his own company, Schnee Dust Company."

Blake said, "My father is a businessman. He used to work for an organization.

Pyrrha said, "My mother is a huntswoman. She is the reason why I want to become one."

All of the students in the class have their turn except Lie Ren.

Goodwitch asked, "Ren, what does your father do?"

Lie Ren sighed, "My father is dead, Professor."

"I am so sorry, dear," she told him. "What did he do before he died."

"He was ripped in half and shat on himself."

Short Story #6

Lie Ren and Nora were a married couple with their daughter. Since their daughter was getting of age, they decided that they need to use code whenever they were in the mood for sex without letting their daughter know of it. Their word was typewriter.

One day, Lie Ren asked his daughter to come and see him. "Dear, can you go to your mother and tell her that I need to type a letter."

"Yes, sir," said his daughter.

A few minutes later, his daughter ran back to him. "What's the verdict, princess."

"Mommy says that you can't type a letter right now because there is a red ribbon in the typewriter," she told him.

"Darn," said Lie Ren. "Thank you, princess."

The next day, Nora asked her daughter to come and see her. "Dear, tell your father that the red ribbon is removed and he is ready to type his letter."

"Yes, ma'am," said her daughter.

A few minutes later, her daughter ran back to her. "What's the verdict, princess?"

"Daddy says never mind about the typewriter for he had already written the letter by hand."