Herbie, BJ's brother (and Bad Joke Man's sidekick) was in need of an education. "Herbie," Phil Mann said one day, "you need to go to school. You're already very smart, but it is the law, and you have to go to school. Your older brother BJ went to school, so you have to also.
"School?" Herbie screamed in surprise.
"Yes, school."
"School."
"School."
"School?"
"School!"
"Darn." So, Herbie went to school the next day, and was in Mr. Mahooley's class. Herbie didn't like school that much. He hated it almost as much as he hates vegetables. "Hey, don't push it!" All right, all right! Anyway, he didn't like school.
Meanwhile, BJ put on his costume, whipped out the anti-grav device, and flew off towards downtown. Loxx was kicking everything, and eating all that he could. "Halt, giant snack food!" Bad Joke Man demanded.
"Why should I?" Loxx replied rather sassily.
"Because I said so, fiendish bagel topping!"
"And just why do you say so?"
"It just so happens" Bad Joke Man replied, "that I was commissioned by Chief Deadwood himself!"
"Who is that?"
"It just so happens, that he is the police chief of this city."
"Is that so? Well, it just so happens that I don't care." And with that, Loxx picked up Bad Joke Man, and tossed him into his mouth. GULP!
"Hpph! Yumph cannoph eaph meeph!" the muffled voice Bad Joke Man screamed. He was, of course, trying to say, "Hey! You cannot eat me!" But, it was too late, and he had been swallowed, and now was wallowing in the damp region of Loxx's stomach. He lit a match and was horrified to see what he saw! What he saw was indeed a horrifying sight! What he saw was . . . a half digested Frank Sinatra tape! Just the sight of it caused Bad Joke Man to faint.
Meanwhile, Herbie was working hard at school. "Herbie, would you please use the word 'achieve' in a sentence?"
"Why soitenly, Mr. Mahooley. Achieve is the most important Indian of a tribe."
"Uh, thank you, Herbie."
"Yer welcome, nyuk, nyuk, nyuk."
"Well class, it is almost time to go, remember to do read pages 1 to 3953."
"Yes, Mr. Mahooley," the class groaned monotonously. Outside the school, a group of buff kids gathered, smokin' broken pencils. As Herbie passed by, one kid stuck his foot out, tripping Herbie.
"Ooooooooooooops!" the kid said teasingly.
"I don't believe that was an accident," Herbie said as he got up from the ground.
"So what if it wasn't?" the kid shot back.
"I don't believe I like you, punk."
"You don't, eh?" The kid pushed Herbie, Herbie pushed back, the kid pushed harder, Herbie punched him, and the kid clocked Herbie square in the forehead with a math book. Herbie was knocked unconscious. Mr. Mahooley, (who had all this time been watching, shouting "Fight, fight!"), called an ambulance, and Herbie was rushed off to the emergency room. Herbie was bleeding badly.
"Pat, we need fat Matt stat!" called the doctor to the nurse. Fat Matt arrived, and they gave Herbie a Band - Aid. Herbie then went home.