The bell for lunch had sounded just a short time ago. Dustin raced to station himself in front of the cafeterai Boys' room. He knew the three bears' routine. The three
bears and Bambi would take their trays to 'their' table, and the boys would sneak off for a smoke in the bathroom.
He made it with time to spare and gave Ty the gesture they'd practiced from the move "The Sting" when he saw Ty trot into the lunchroom.
Bambi had apparently been a chatterbox all morning, probably long since pasing 100 'y'knows.'. She got to the table first, with snickers and laughter erupting all around
her. Looked like she'd already managed to 'y'know' herself all the way to 100 pounds beyond this morning. She still had on the cut-off top and short skirt she'd sported
earlier, but they looked like a bikini on a sea lion now.
Next came Biff, holding his tray on one palm and clutching the waistband of his pants and underwear with the other, now bony, hand. His letter jacket hung on him like
a tent. He couldn't weigh more than 98 pounds soaking wet now. A scrawny neck and pinched cheeks stuck up from the outsize collar of his shirt, and, despite his
efforts, the cuffs of his pants swished across the sticky floor of the cafeteria.
Dustin clapped a hand over his mouth to keep from guffawing out loud. He noticed Ty was apparently studying the mashed potatoes on his tray v-e-r-y closely.
Probably trying not to burst out laughing, too.
Brent followed, also grabbing tightly the waist of his trousers, which now rode somewhere above his belly button. The cuffs still caught under his shoes as he walked.
Not only that, but his heels left the shoes with each step he took. The sleeves of his shirt were bunched up in rolls. "God, he's a shrimp," though Dustin, actually biting
on his fingers to stifle the laughter.
Last was Brand, who plopped his tray down and swung his legs over the end of the bench. On the tray were six Jell-os and six ice creams. "Bambi gonna eat fatty
food," he said, pointing to the cheeseburger already in the cheerleader's mouth.
Sure enough, Biff rose first, followed by the other two (though Brand had some trouble maneuvering and staryed behind a bit) and headed to the Boys' room, two of
them trying not to loose their pants on the way.
Dustin stepped aside, letting Biff slam the door open. He and Brent disappeared inside. Dustin stepped back in front of the door, cracking it open a bit, hoping to hear
some of the conversation, when he felt a strong hand clamp onto his shoulder.
"Outta my way, poopy-head. Gotta pee-pee," barked Brand. The baritone voice and the childish command were too mcuh for Dustin, who collapsed in a heap of tears
and laughs. "Doody brain Dustin," Brand chanted as he disappeared behind the door.