"Come back here, Francis! If we don't get to class early, I'll report you to our principal!" Arthur yelled as he chased his Friend Francis around the school's hallway.

"Ohonhonhonhonhon!" Francis laughed. "I won't come with you...not until you say the perfume I'm wearing smells good!"

Arthur's cheeks reddened and laughed nervously. "WHY WOULD I SAY SUCH A THING?!" he asked.

"Oh, because you're Arthur, of course!"

"Just get back here!"

After a while, Arthur finally caught up to Francis and grabbed him by his uniform.

"I gotcha now, Francis!" Arthur sneered.

Arthur suddenly stepped on an empty vodka bottle and fell right on top of Francis.

Both boys blushed madly.

"Uh...Arthur?" Francis said nervously. "Will you, uh...move?"

"Well, it's your fault we ended up like this!" Arthur said. "Stupid vodka bottle..."

Neither boys noticed that one of their classmates named Alfred came to pick up the empty vodka bottle.

Alfred laughed and whistled. "Oh, lookie here...it's Francis and Arthur!" Alfred picked up the empty bottle. "Sorry for interrupting you guys. See ya later!"

As Alfred walked away, both Francis and Arthur screamed curses at him.