Mr. Patel and the Fart of Power

 After the legendary cafeteria incident, life at Meh High went back to “normal,” if you could call it that. But something had changed. Mr. Patel wasn’t just a regular teacher anymore. That fart… had awakened something inside him.

The next morning, he tried to write on the board—and ZAP! The chalk flew out of his hand like a lightning bolt. Then, when he yawned, a tiny breeze knocked over Gerald’s chair from across the room. Meh watched, wide-eyed.

“Mr. Patel… you have powers!” Meh whispered, ducking as a pencil spun past his ear.

“Yes,” Mr. Patel said solemnly, sniffing the air. “The Fart of Power… it has chosen me.”

Soon, his powers grew. A fart could move books, open doors, and even create a mini tornado in the hallway. Gerald, of course, tried to ride one of the fart-tornadoes like a skateboard. It didn’t go well.

The students had mixed feelings. Some were terrified. Some were impressed. And Meh… well, Meh had a front-row seat to history. “We’ve got a superhero,” he muttered. “And he smells like beans.”

From then on, whenever trouble struck at Meh High, everyone knew who to call: Mr. Patel, the mighty, unstoppable, slightly stinky… fart-powered hero.

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