Jake was thankful that the good folks at FluffCo. didn’t want to pursue any legal action as mos of the damage to their semi was cosmetic at worst compared to the pancaked trailer Earl swung into it. instead they wisely rode Earls fifteen minutes of fame to push a line of adjustable tasers and had just finished building and setting up their fourth Skettiland grinder by Cleveland. this fame also meant an increase in clientele and they just landed their biggest job yet. with less than two weeks to prepare the school board for Glennville high had hired them in a joint project to rid the school of a micro-fluff infestation that had overrun almost half the building.
it was seven in the morning when Jake pulled into the school parking lot with Earls van right behind him. they both pulled flatbed trailers with several 55gal steel drums with shopvac motors mounted on top and thousands of feet of hose and other gear for the job in their vehicles. Jr and Mark climbed out of their fathers truck as soon as it stopped while their dad took his time giving Stalker a ear scratch who stuck close as he walked to his trailer. as the boys unstrapped the drums Jake met up with Earl by his window chatted for a moment then got to work.
Last year as a senior prank some of the students had let loose with a micro-fluff fight with the science labs collection of micro-fluffs in the school cafeteria during 4th period lunch. well, enough survived the mayhem to have found a good hiding spot and started to breed, after six months a forty pound downpour of shit fell on the head cheerleader during home ec. After a number of expulsions and lawsuits the school had to be shutdown and cleared out. first stop, the cafeteria. Jake had spent the weekend scouting the whole school, ten classrooms, the gym, the cafeteria of course, two thirds the ventilation system and both changing rooms for the pool.
“I’m telling you we need to be careful with theses designer fluffs, cuz they’re designer fluffs they’re already partially inbred as is. All I keep getting are dead or deformed foals and a jellenheimer.” Earl grumbled lugging a roll of hose over his shoulder.
“Did you at least get it away from the rest?” Rolling a drum off the trailer.
“Yeah, Jimmie’s got it. we got 500 for it though. Hey, you think Sandy might stud out one or two of hers?”
“HA! yeah right, she knows what we do with these guys and she’d never let us have one knowing they’d all be skinned for meat and ugly ass pants.” heading for the school.
“Yeah good point. You’d think she’d be grateful for all the premium stock we sold her. Hug-boxers I swear man.” Trying to keep up. “You wanna trade?”
“Just keep up, slim.”
“Sasquatch.” Adjusting the hose. “Hey, what do you think of fluff toss? like ring toss but we use micro-fluffs and we use blenders as the targets. Think Jimmie would buy that and any survivors of this venture?”
“If they’re any.”
contractors had spent the entire weekend with Jake covering every desk in trash bags, and pulling out the ceiling panels. shit had fallen out in every room scouted and they gone through a pallet for expando-foam sealant filling in all the gaps where the wiring lead room to room. this sectioned off the school to keep them from spreading further and starving others who now couldn’t roam for food. the only real tricky task were the ones that got into the vent system but Earl had come up with a solution for that, but more on that later.
the kitchen cabinets were crawling with micro-fluffs, many caught in glue traps meant for rats, long since starved to death. they scurried in and out of a E-Z tare bag of instant pudding mix big enough to feed fifty teenagers like ants. Every other cabinet was the same micro-fluffs crawling over canned goods and into bags of snacks looking for anything to eat or just fucking wherever they may be at the time. under the stove some had found a leak in the grease trap and had become bloated and slick from an all grease diet and could barely move but kept eating. Earl taped plastic over the vents full of micro-fluffs as Jake plugged in the the giant fluff-busters, handed Earl a hose and the micro-holocaust began. A rainbow of puffballs flew up the hose as Jake ran it through the cabinets sucking up a lot of pudding mix as well giving the kitchen a surprisingly pleasant coco smell when the air blew out the outtake. Earl moved out to the dining hall where two contractors were standing on bench tables sucking micro-fluffs out from the ceiling wearing full masks with goggles and he chuckled.
“C’mon boys! It don’t smell that bad! Ha ha haa!” He shouted to them over the noisy buster.
“Just cuz you breath this shit all day doesn’t mean we have to!” One shouted back laughing as well.
walking to one of the contractors vacuuming under a vending machine Earl tapped him on the shoulder and told him to follow him. walking out to his van he slid open the side door and took out a large pet carrier set it on the ground and let out three fluffies, all stallions, a blue earthy, a green uni and a pink Pegasus. each had a small patch on their side shaved off and fresh stitches over bare skin, each looked a little sluggish like they just over ate and were now paying for it.
“Alright kid meet Windbag(blue), Gasbag(green) and SBD(pink). I ordered a few friend finders from a trainer then did a little customization for the job. Alright boys, lets get your shirts on and get to work we have some lost friends to find.” putting on a fake cheery disposition.
- Tummy feews funny, boss.- Gasbag answered looking sad.
-Yeah boss yummy feew aw heavy." Windbag chimed in.
“Don’t worry about that it’ll go away soon.” Pulling a sweater vest over SBD’s head with a harness built in. “Now if you guys do a good jib today you’ll all get sketties tonight! now how’s that sound?”
the bribe of sketties perked them right up and followed Earl, carrying a large duffle over his shoulder and the contractor pushing another fluffbuster.
“Hey, uh, why do they call you boss?” Asked the contractor.
“You find me a fluffy that can pronounce Earl and not make it sound like it’s calling you “EEWW” and I’ll show you the worlds smartest shitrat.”
the troop walked through the school and met with the janitor who led them the the ventilation’s main junction where the heat and A/C was pumped through the building. opening the hatch on the top duct Earl then looked to the friend finders and pulled three large spools of paracord and clipped a line to each vest.
“Alright boys there are three nest full of micro-fluffs in here and we need to find them and bring them home. I’ll be watching you through these collars so I’ll know when you do.” Pulling three gopro cams from his bag. “Then you get sketties!” Clipping them to their collars.
the three cheered at the prospect sitting up in the uppies position as Earl and the contractor picked them up and put them in the ducts. following their acute sense a smell and a few groups of micro-fluffs pulling half-empty bags of chips, they split up following different groups and collective smells. Earl watched on his phone switching from cam to cam every so often when Gasbag and Windbag had found one each. large piles of snack bags, scraps of paper, tufts of fluff and crawling with micro-fluffs when SBD’s voice crackled over the phone.
-Boss, boss, Essbeedee found nesties!
“Good job boys, sit tight and I’ll send help and nummies.”
Switching off the cams he switched his phone to the remote app and his the red button. inside the ducts the three sat waiting when they felt something move inside their tummies. suddenly hollow metal pipes pierced through their sides and out their poopy places, they shrieked out their pain as thick green gas poured out the pipes. convulsing, eyes rolling back into their heads and foaming at the mouth, every fluff in the duct died chocking on their own sick. Earl tossed another fumigator bomb inside the bottom vent before shutting all the doors and waiting for the gas to spread. After twenty minutes Earl reached into his bag again and pulled out a large heavy six wheeled RC car with no cover, instead it had a cam and pneumatic sliding clamp ring. locking the hose on with a wide mouth attachment and shoved it in the top vent, the control had a vid screen he drove the hose following the paracord lines to the nests. it took awhile but just as he was finishing sucking up the second nest a sound like a steel and stone avalanche came from the gym area. everyone dropped what they were doing and ran for the noise.
pt 2 coming soon. the gym.