The next morning, Haddie the Monster is her bedroom sleeping on her bed…with only her bra and panty on. She covered most of her body with her blanket. As she shifts her body towards the opposite direction, FAAARRRRTT!, she lets out a VERY POWERFUL FART whose sheer force breezes the blanket up away from her body before slowly coming down as the force of her fart dissipates seconds later.

Then she lets out ANOTHER POWERFUL FART, breezing the blanket again. She then sighed as she felt she doesn’t have any gas anymore.

But then….FAAAARRRRRRTTT!, she lets out yet ANOTHER POWERFUL FART, breezing the blanket once again.

Haddie the Monster was hoping for a nice good-ass sleep. But like Cinnamon, the female monster is about to get a rude awakening.

“HADDIE!” The Baroillain shouted as she walked across the bedroom hall. “WAKE YOUR ASS UP!”

Haddie the Monster starts to groan as she hears her mom – aka The Baroillain – starts shouting. She then shifted her body back to the other direction as she was trying to sleep.

The Baroillain then glanced towards Haddie the Monster’s bedroom door and bang on the door. “HADDIE!” she shouts. “WAKE YOUR BIG SLEEPY ASS UP!”

Haddie the Monster didn’t answer, hoping that her mom would go away.

Simultaneously, The Baroillain – aka Haddie the Monster’s mom – already placed both hands on both of her hips, standing in front of her older daughter’s bedroom door, waiting for an answer. Then after a few seconds, she placed her hand on the door knob and turn it towards the left, opening the door in the process.

Haddie the Monster, in turn, squeezes her eyes shut as she got increasingly frustrated about the fact that her mom had just entered her bedroom.

“HADDIE!” The Baroillain shouts as she enters Haddie’s bedroom. “HOW MANY TIMES DO I—" She stopped abruptly as the smell of her daughter’s farts got into her nostrils. “EWW WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SMELL?!”

Haddie the Monster then slightly pull her head up in the air with her eyes still shut. “Wha..what?” she asked.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SMELL?!” The Baroillain shouted again.

“What the fuck is that smell?” Haddie the Monster replied.

“YEAH!” The Baroillain prompted.

“Mom, is just gas,” Haddie the Monster said as she pull her head back down.

“JUST GAS?!” The Baroillain asked.

“Yep,” Haddie the Monster said.

"MORE LIKE STINKY GAS, HUH?” The Baroillain shouted. “You need to air out this room before it becomes a hazard zone! YOU NEED TO AIR OUT THIS ROOM BEFORE IT BECOMES A HAZARD "

Haddie the Monster, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance, finally opened her eyes fully. "Mom, I'll air it out later,” Haddie the Monster said. “Can't I get some sleep around here?"

"UM NO, CAUSE IT’S MORNING AND YOU DON’T HAVE SLEEP ANYMORE AND YOUR CLASS STARTS IN TEN MINUTES SO HURRY THE FUCK UP!” The Baroillain said, now in a normal voice while clearly not amused.

Haddie the Monster's eyes widened in panic as she glanced at her clock. "What?!” She shouted. “But I thought we had remote classes today!"

"UH YEAH ABOUT THAT, THE WI-FI’S DOWN AS FUCK, SO GET YOUR BIG SLEEPY ASS UP, GET DRESSED, AND FOR THE LOVE OF FUCKING GOD, OPEN YOUR GODDAMN WINDOW!" The Baroillain shouted before she turns around and walks away and slamming the bedroom door.

Grumbling, Haddie the Monster threw off her blanket, revealing her bra-and-panty-clad form, still trying to disperse the lingering odors.

And with that, Haddie the Monster trudged off to start her day, hoping that the embarrassment of her morning gas would eventually dissipate as quickly as the smell.

Minutes later, Haddie the Monster and the rest of The Baroillain’s henchwomen have gone to the third level where there’s several classrooms with respective evil creature teachers that The Baroillain hires to teaches her henchwomen subjects for a respective amount of time. Yes, the third level is school, but somewhat kind of school as her henchwomen are the only students out there. First up is English and Ms. Taylor a teacher who loves to shout.

“HI EVERYBODY!” she shouted “AND WELCOME TO ENGLISH”

The henchwomen covered their ears. They can’t believe she’s loud.

“IN ENGLISH WE GONNA TALKING ABOUT BOOKS THAT MAY BOORE YOU! SUCH AS ME! MS. TAYLOR”

“God, girl can you calm down?” Haddie the Monster asked.

“NO I WONT!” Ms. Taylor shouted. “IF YOU DON’T LIKE ME THEN GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!” She shouted with a bang. “MOVING ON TODAY WE GONING TO BE READING…” She picked up a book that might be too old, in fact way old. “WHO LOVES MY BABY BOO!”

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The henchwomen moan and groan as the news did sit too well with them.

“COME ON!” Ms. Taylor shouted. “GIVE IT SOME LOV…” She change it up a bit “ALRIGHT IF YOU DON’T LIKE MY STORY..” She holds a pack of papers to give to them “I GIVE A GOOD-LOOKING POP QUIZ…”

The henchwomen even started to get irritated with her. They don’t like her because she’s loud, like if she’s torturing them and all, and she gives out quizzes without notices.

“OH SHUT THE HELL UP!!” She shouted again. She then passes out the quiz. “NOW GOOD LUCK!!”

Haddie the Monster and the rest of the henchwomen couldn’t believe that they stuck in hell trying to deal with the way Ms. Taylor teaches.

“ALRIGHT!” Ms. Taylor shouted again. “TIMES UP! PASS OUT THE QUIZES!” Everyone did not have time to finish the test but they pass them forward. When a pile of papers was in the front row henchwomen’ hands, she grabs them and puts them in her desk. Then the bell rings, and everyone is quickly exit, except for Haddie the Monster who wants to make Ms. Taylor nice to her.

“Ah.. Hi… Mrs…Tay.lor” Haddie the Monster said it in a nervous way.

“WHAT!” Ms. Taylor shouted at her.

“Um..Can I ask you nicely?”

“LIKE WHAT!” Ms. Taylor shouted again.

Haddie the Monster knew that this is not going well, but she would still try.

“Like…” Haddie the Monster tries to not to be rude. “Why do shout so much in class?’

“BECAUSE I LOVE IT!” Ms. Taylor answered with an exclamation. “Well..” She said it with a calm voice. “YEAH!” she shouted again.

Haddie the Monster tries to make this mean teacher nice to her. “Um, I’m not your average…,” Ms. Taylor’s mean eyes are scaring Haddie the Monster, but then the teacher realizes something is into Haddie the Monster.

“WHAT YOU DON’T LIKE MY LOUD-ASS VOICE?” Ms. Taylor asked Haddie the Monster, this time in an unusually normal tone.

“Yeah.” Haddie the Monster answered.

“WELL GUESSS WHAT YOU GONNA HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT! BECAUSE WITH THE POWER OF MY LOUD VOICE, I’M PREPARING YOU AND AND YOU FELLOW CITIZENS TO GET THROUGH THE FIRST DAY OF HELL!” Ms. Taylor shouted at her. “AND THAT HELL IS HIGH SCHOOL! THE MORE I SHOUT THE MORE YOU’LL GET THROUGH THE ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY DAYS OF HELL! GOT IT!”

Haddie the Monster takes a deep breath, knowing that this is not gonna be easy for her dealing with this!

Ms. Taylor then looked straight at her, while waiting for an answer.

“I get it,” Haddie the Monster said.

“Now GET TO YOUR CLASS,” Ms. Taylor then shouted again. “Sorry,” she apologize.

It’s math class. There is a math teacher named Ms. Edwards. Though she was hired to teach this class, Ms. Edwards isn’t too well on that subject. In fact, when someone need her help, all she did is just stare at the problem, lost in space, and give them a wrong answer. Yeah Mr. Edwards is not a good math teacher. On a regular day of school, well, The Baroillain's third level school, when the henchwomen come to their math classroom, they saw their teacher, Ms. Edwards, laying in her desk snoring. Henchwomen tried everything to wake her up.

“Excuse me," one of the other henchwomen said.

Ms. Edwards open her eyes a little bit while trying to glance at that henchwoman. “Yeah,” she said to her as she struggled to wake up.

“Class is already started," the other henchwoman #1 said.

“Am I dreaming?” Ms. Edwards asked.

“No this is real,” the other henchwoman #1 said.

“Really?” Ms. Edwards asked.

“Yeah really,” the other henchwoman #1 said.

“Okay let me sleep for another five minutes and then we get started,” Ms. Edwards said.

Ms. Edwards is now fast asleep. Mr. Edwards is sleeping and the first day of class is started. The henchwomen wondered if Ms. Edwards is gonna wake up.

For almost the entire time, the henchwomen were doing nothing but just talk and talk and talk until Ms. Edwards finally gets up.

“Alright," Ms. Edwards said. “Class is now session” Unfortunately, Class is already in session. It’s just that Ms. Edwards is wasting a lot of time…sleeping. The bell rings. “Class dismissed” he said.

Next they have science. There’s their science teacher named Ms. Diaz. Yes, she teaches very well. No, she doesn’t know how to teach science experiments. Her latest science experiment she teach to her last class was kinda…awful. It was caught on fire, and somebody had to get the fire extinguisher to put out the fire. Thankfully she didn’t get fired, but she also got a warning that if she ever did that again.

“Good morning, class,” she said. “Welcome to my first day of teaching you some science. Hopefully I won’t mess this up.” She better not mess this up, because some of the things in the classrooms were flammable.

“Is there gonna be fire?” Haddie the Monster asked.

Ms. Diaz laughed. “No hopefully there will be no fire in this classroom.” She then handed out science textbooks to henchwomen. Some textbooks were kinda good, boring, no good, and even more flammable. “Yeah those textbooks need to upgrade,” she said. “Now let’s turn to page 20.” Everybody has told what she said to do. However, when they turn to page 20 as she told, page 20 gets an introduction page.

“Welcome to Science,” the page reads. The henchwomen were thought the very first pages were the introduction. The copyright, the authors, and the table of contents. What inside on the first 100 pages on this science textbook. Guess what: they were drawings of evil creatures getting defeated by evil creature hunters, stupid airplanes, among other things.

One of the other henchwomen raises her hand.

“Yes,” Ms. Diaz replied.

“Why are there drawings in the book?” the other henchwoman #2 asked.

“Some publisher messed it up not me,” Ms. Diaz answered. “Now follow along as I read aloud.” She turns her attention to the textbook in front of her. “Welcome to Science.” She then turn the page, and another page, and another, and another, and another. It seems that this textbook is no longer helping. Maybe Ms. Diaz forgot her memory of knowledge from the textbook or maybe she brought the wrong edition that she wasn’t aware of. Whatever the mater is, this textbook doesn’t work anymore, for some reason.

“Alright,” Ms. Diaz said. “Put your textbooks away. We gonna do something.” She thought for a moment. “Something…that has nothing to do with science.” Everybody looked at each other. They wondering what are they going to be doing.

“Like what?” another one of the other henchwomen asked.

“We gonna be doing some exercises.” Ms. Diaz said. “No not that warm-ups when we come in and do our written work, but rather warm-ups that we kinda stretch.”

The henchwomen all glanced at each other.

“Now everybody please stand up,” she said.

Everybody has been told what she tells. They all looked at each other, wondering what’s up to her.

“Now stretch your toes,” she told them.

Some of the henchwomen’ hands were almost touched their feet.

“Stick your butt out,” she said.

Everybody go like uh what does she say.

“I said stick your butt out,” she repeated. "We're doing butt workouts."

"Oh," the henchwomen said it together.

They all did what she told. Then all of the henchwomen, including Haddie the Monster, farted, and they all feel disgusted.

“Just ignore the farts,” Ms. Diaz said. “Crap happens.”

The class is finally over and they are dismissed.