Randy fidgeted in his seat, eyes darting to the clock every few seconds. The second hand ticked by without a care in the world as it continued on its preordained circular path. His fingers drummed along the bottom of the hard plastic, trying to preoccupy his mind with some menial action. He just needed something to distract his thoughts from the stress of being in the principal's office.

He hadn't done anything wrong, right? It wasn't like he was a bully or some shoob that stole McPhones from the locker room. No, he was just a normal 9th grade student. He'd never cut a class, never talked back to a teacher and never threw a pen hard enough to puncture a hole in the wall. Bash had done that, not him! Sure, he was sitting next to the jerk and had been reaching behind him to receive a note from Howard, so it may have looked like the pen came from his hand…

Shaking his head, he continued his staring contest with the analog clock hanging above the principal's desk. At this rate, he would miss the first fifteen minutes of Mrs. Driscoll's class. Maybe it wasn't all bad; he could miss a potential pop quiz or something. If only he got pulled from his last class, then he would have avoided Coach Green's "King Dodge" competition! That guy was honkin' crazy! Basically, Bash pelted dodge balls at him for the whole class and then proceeded to give Bucky a wedgie. Howard didn't fare any better as he had two jocks chasing after him. What the poor saps didn't know was that Howard had a mean dodge ball arm. They walked away with some impressive indentations that had Coach commending his best friend for his skills. Meanwhile, Randy was nursing a few bruises on top of a major headache from hitting his head against the wall. Stupid Bash and his football aim…

The door slammed open and Randy flew at least two feet off of his seat in surprise. Swiveling a complete 180˚, he saw a very annoyed Principal Slimovitz enter the office. With a huff, the principal closed the door and marched over to his desk. Randy shrank back in his chair. It wasn't as though he'd never been to a principal's office before. In fact, there had been a time in middle school where Howard was being bullied by some wonk 8th graders. They'd cornered him by the bike racks and had already started throwing some punches for whatever reason. Of course, Randy intervened and sent two of them home with black eyes and one with a nosebleed. And what did he get for his valiant efforts? He got sent to the principal's office and was given three detentions for attacking his fellow students. In the end, it was worth the split lip and aching knuckles. He protected his friend and that was all that mattered.

"Sorry about that, I had to deal with another student." Randy shot up in his chair. He'd learned from years of visiting principal's offices that it was best if it looked like you were paying attention and cared about what they had to say. Of course, none of those offices had been inside the high school so they were far less intimidating. The Norrisville High principal's office basically meant that you had a death wish. Randy shuddered as he remembered all the horror stories about the punishments doled out by Slimovitz.

There were rumors flying around the middle school, most of them about the Ninja. The others were horror stories of never seeing your friends again and the underground detention rooms. If you went in there, you would never be the same again. Apparently, some normal sophomore boy had gone in and came out with a desire to join the marching band. The worst part: he played the bagpipes.

"Now let's see," Principal Slimovitz said, startling Randy from his reverie. "Ah yes, Randy Cunningham?"

"Yes sir," he replied. A small smirk made its way onto his face. Cool, there was no tremble in his voice. The principal didn't know that he was panicking beyond belief.

"So Randy," he started, "Your teachers have been reporting a few things." Randy's panic skyrocketed. He wasn't just anxious; he was going into a full blown freak out. He had to remind himself that his slithly open backpack was within an arm's length away from him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Nomicon glow red and chase away the green light surrounding his chair. Whoa, he really had to get himself under control if the Sorcerer wanted to stank him. Was that even possible?

"Randy?" His back straightened instinctively. Right, he had to give an answer.

"Ok honestly, I didn't throw that pen," he blurted out. "I mean, it might have looked like I did from where I was sitting, but I swear I didn't throw it! In fact, I can tell you who did and I'll just be on my way and-"

"What are you talking about?" Wait, he wasn't here for that? Oh…well, that's good!

"Sorry…um…" Randy trailed off. Wow, that paperweight sure was interesting. "Just ignore whatever I said. So, what am I here for?" Slimovitz squinted at his computer.

"You've had consistent unexcused tardies for all of your classes," the principal replied. That was it? He went through the stress of waiting for the principal and expecting a punishment and he finds out that he's here because he's late for class? At least the stress was gone. But…why was he late for-

Man, that question sounded stupid before he even mentally finished it.

All this Ninja stuff was getting in the way of his school work. How did the past Ninjas get past this anyway? He couldn't help it if he was late! Usually, there was a monster or a robot to destroy and he didn't control when they attacked. In fact, almost every one occurred somewhere within passing time. That was so wonk!

"Uh…well, you see," Randy stuttered. How was supposed to explain this? "Um…most of them happen when, you know, a monster's attacking the school or something and, uh…I get a little, er…freaked out?"

"Oh, why didn't you just say that?" Slimovitz chuckled. "Yes, you're a freshman right?" Randy nodded. "This must all be a bit new to you. I understand, this must be so overwhelming! I'll tell your teachers not to worry about it for now. I'm giving you until February break to cope with the attacks, ok? Does that sound fair?" Randy nodded again. "Great! Now, if you just want to talk, feel free to come in here or visit with one of the guidance counselors or the school counselor. I'll write you a pass to your next class and you can be on your way."

Randy was walking down the hall five minutes later. In all honesty, the last part of the visit hadn't been all that uncomfortable. Slimovitz was a pretty bruce guy and he liked the Ninja. Always points in Randy's book.

Still, Slimovitz's last words echoed in his mind.

"If I'm informed that you're still late to class after the break, I will be forced to deduct points from your class average and give you a detention. Just remember that…now have a great day!"

A shudder ran down his back. Then again, Principal Slimovitz could be really intimidating. He never wanted to end up on the wrong side of that desk.

Huh, funny how a visit to the principal's office scared him more than a robot. Give him a stanked Bucky any day…

A/N: Rushed, written in an hour, and probably not funny. *shrugs* I tried. And now…the oneshots COMMENCE! :D