Based on: Snow White & the Seven Dwarves

with two seats. Plopping down in one of the ridiculous (in Darren’s opinion) colorful chairs, he looked inside his bag. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, until he realized the sound was plastic rustling. He nervously picked up the small plastic bag his mom had filled with animal crackers. To his surprise, they were moving around, like they were possessed by a spirit or something.

How did this happen? Darren thought.

Darren tried to retrace his thoughts on how his day went. Then it all fell together, making a clear picture, like a puzzle. When he was in a rush this morning, he accidentally spilled chemicals inside his bag, which had the animal crackers his mother had packed the previous night. The chemicals must have seeped through the bag and landed on said crackers.

“Geez, what is in these things?” Darren muttered to himself.

To his dismay, while he was trying to figure out what to do, the bag fell over. When the crackers hit the ground, they started to move on their own, separating. Darren hastily got out of his seat and did his best to round up as many crackers as he could, placing them back in the plastic bag. When Darren counted the crackers he realized one was missing. He looked around the cafeteria. Teachers had always said that if students were caught with a cell phone or toy, they would get detention. He wondered what they would do if they found out he had living animal crackers. He stopped when he noticed cookie crumbs on the floor. Animal cracker crumbs, to be precise—someone must have stepped on it.

“Hey, you!” an angry blond girl shrieked. “Was it your bright idea to put that in my shirt? Why, I oughta—”

The girl raised her hand as if she were about to hit Darren, making him flinch and brace himself for impact. But then he saw Cole, holding the girl’s wrist with one hand, the other holding his lunch tray.

“You know, violence isn't the answer,” Cole stated in an unamused voice.

The girl took her hand back and retreated to her seat, while Darren scurried back to his table, Cole trailing behind him.

“Hey, man, what was that about?” Cole started to ask, but his eyes widened when he noticed the moving animal crackers.

“Woah, what are those?” Cole asked, intrigued.

Darren explained the situation hesitantly, knowing it seemed a bit obscure.

“Now I just need to know how to remove the chemicals,” Darren stated.

“You know what goes great with cookies?” Cole asked, with a goofy grin.

“What?” Darren asked, confused.

“Milk.” Cole beamed.

Cole took the plastic bag from Darren’s hand and poured the crackers into his open milk carton. He then held the milk carton closed, feeling movements from the carton. Almost as if the living crackers were protesting their unexpected milk bath. A few seconds later, the milk carton went limp. Cole opened it and showed the contents to Darren. Lo and

behold, the animal crackers were floating in the milk, not showing the slightest movement.

“I can’t believe that actually worked,” Darren said, shocked. “I guess you’re not just an airhead.”

“Hey!” Cole protested.

FIN