...including a polite conversation. Of course, with her old-style fifties school-uniform she concealed her body without even wanting to.
"I stand corrected. Be afraid, Timmy! Be very afraid!" AJ yelled into the air.
"Timmy, why don't you just tell her off?" Chester asked.
"I do! She just says I don't mean it, and I'm being shy." Timmy said, still under the table.
"I know you don't mean the awful things you say, Timmy! You're just being shy!" Tootie yelled into the lunchroom, looking around for Timmy.
Tootie looked around the lunchroom, and saw Chester and AJ sitting and talking to the floor. She trotted over to them, making the strange sound she always makes when she walks. She stops in front of them, standing very close to the table. Timmy watches closely from beneath the table, getting a rather good view inside of Tootie's skirt in the process, and averting his eyes as quickly as possible...then realizing what he was doing, and looking again with a perverted grin. Take any chance you get, Timmy always says.
"Timmy's friends! Where's Timmy!?" Tootie practically yells in their faces.
"We have names, you worthless hoar." Chester said, glaring daggers at Tootie.
"Timmy told you to say that, he's so shy a...