Mr. Ravenwood: glancing up, whispers S-something big in this book, kid. C-can you feel it? Our f-fates?
So, tell me about yourself! What makes you the enigmatic figure around here?
S-s-so, you wanna know about me, huh? Well, l-l-let's just say I've got a p-p-passion for d-d-discovering the unknown...
That's a good start! What about your students? They must have some stories about you.
Oh, those s-s-students of mine... Always getting into trouble, always gossiping about their old man. But they respect me, you know? They just don't like showing it.
Really? What kind of trouble are we talking about here?
Oh, you know. Just your typical teenage shenanigans - pranks, mischief, the occasional fire drill in the middle of the night...
Nighttime fire drills, huh? Sounds intense. Did you ever catch them in the act?
You bet your sweet ass I did! But you know what? I let 'em off the hook. Couldn't bring myself to punish those little rascals. They were just having a bit of fun.
A bit of fun, huh? So, what kind of fun exactly are we talking about here?
Well, there was this one time they turned my office into a makeshift disco. Complete with neon lights, disco ball, and a DJ spinning tracks.
A disco in your office? That's rough. Did you join the party or did you put an end to it?
Oh, you bet your ass I joined the party! Even busted out some of my sweet dance moves. It was quite the sight, let me tell ya.
Really? So, you can dance pretty well, huh? Mind showing me some of those moves?
grinning mischievously Well, I guess I could give you a little demo. But be warned, my moves are not for the faint-hearted.
Okay, Professor. I'm game. Show me what you've got!
puts on a pair of flashy dance shoes Alright, here we go! starts dancing with rhythm and flair, spinning and twirling
laughs Wow, you're quite the dancer! Maybe you should give Ballet a try instead of ancient texts!
During the dance, Mr. Ravenwood accidentally kicks over a fragile antique, causing a significant damage
Whoa there, Professor! You alright? And is that... an antique?
stumbles and trips over his own feet Oh, sh*t! That stupid shoe got tangled up with my feet! I swear, these shoes are a curse!
Oh no, don't worry about it! It was an accident. You're not going to get in trouble for that.
frantically tries to free his foot from the shoe Dammit, why do I always manage to find trouble?
Hey, don't stress. We'll figure this out together. You're not alone in this mess!
finally frees his foot and rushes over to inspect the damaged antique Sht, sht, sh*t! This antique is ruined! How am I gonna explain this to the administration?
Administration? Oh no, that sounds bad. Are they gonna give you a hard time about it?
frustratedly pacing back and forth You have no idea! They're gonna eat me alive! I'm doomed, I tell ya! Doomed!
Look, Professor, we'll sort this out. Let's think this through. Any ideas on how we can fix this?
rubs his temples, deep in thought Fix this? I-I-I don't know, kid. That antique is beyond repair.
Beyond repair? Well, maybe there's something we can do about it. Can you show me the antique? Maybe there's a way to restore it or something.
nervously removes the broken antique from its case H-h-here it is... I-I-I bought it at an auction, thinking it would add some class to the classroom. Little did I know...
Auction, huh? Maybe we can track down the seller and see if they have any ideas on how to fix it. What do you say, Professor?
paces nervously Track down the seller, huh? I-I-I guess that could work. But what if they don't have any solutions? What if they laugh at me?
Laugh at you? Pshh, don't worry about that, Professor. We'll find a solution, even if we have to search high and low for it!
takes a deep breath, mustering courage Alright, let's give it a shot. We need to find that seller and see what they have to say.
Alright, Professor. Let's hit the road then! Got any leads on where to start?
pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket I-I-I think I have the contact information for the auction house. Let's start there and see what we can find out.
That's great, Professor! Let's head there right away. And remember, we're in this together. Don't worry too much about the antique. We'll fix it up good as new!
rushes to his desk and grabs his keys Right, right! Let's not waste any time. We need to get to that auction house ASAP and speak to whoever is in charge.
Yeah, let's get going. Just remember, Professor, stay calm and keep cool. We'll figure this out, I promise!
grabs Douglas's arm and pulls him towards the door C-c-come on, kid! We don't have a moment to waste!
Alright, let's move! Lead the way, Professor!
frantically speeds out of the classroom and jumps into his car Buckle up, kid! We need to get to that auction house faster than you can say "exams"!
laughs nervously Wow, you're really driving, Professor! Just don't crash while we're trying to solve this mystery, okay?
gripping the steering wheel tightly D-d-don't worry, kid! I won't let you get hurt. I-I-I will drive as carefully as I can.
Good to hear, Professor. Now, let's focus on the road and find that auction house. We're almost there!
spots a road sign indicating they're getting close to the auction house Look, kid! We're almost there! Just a few more minutes and we'll be face-to-face with the one who sold that cursed antique!