Siamese were indeed there. Them and the entire Stuffage. One Siamese was visible. He held off the attackers with a duffel bag. Next to him on the floor, where the other one appeared to have been tripped, something spiderlike was whirling about, waving its multiple arms and legs. Humpback let out a battle cry that sounded like a car alarm going off, and jumped right into the thick of battle. Grasshopper swung his leg at someone’s backside sticking out of the spider and continued to punch whoever came up to the surface. Blind sneaked by, but Grasshopper was too busy to trace his further movements. The seething mass was already whelping enemies—Muffin rose up, groaning, and Crybaby readied his fists. Looking at them, Grasshopper suddenly realized, to his horror, that he’d forgotten to take off his prosthetics. This was the most important thing, more important than the shoes, more important than anything in the world!
“Don’t you dare!” he screamed at the top of his lungs into the closest face and swung at it with his foot. The face disappeared, but another one took its place, which Grasshopper also hit, yelling, “Don’t you dare!”
The battle raged around him. Grasshopper tried to get to Wolf, who was fighting nearby, but someone’s hand grabbed his ankle. He stomped on it with the free foot; the untied shoe flew off and immediately was lost in the melee.
All Grasshopper could think about was that they mustn’t break the prosthetics. Someone shoved him in the back, he fell over on top of Crybaby, and then someone fell on top of him. Someone heavy. Crybaby squealed. Grasshopper writhed, knocking his knees against him. Someone was sitting astride Grasshopper’s back and pummeling him. It hurt, but judging by his whimpering, Crybaby was hurting even more.
“Look out!” somebody screamed.
He saw spinning wheels. Stinker’s wheelchair came to a stop right by his nose.
“Look out,” Stinker squeaked again and brandished an umbrella.
Muffin loosened his grip and Grasshopper, now freed, was able to roll aside.
“Take that, fiend!” Stinker exclaimed and speared Muffin with the umbrella.
Grasshopper kicked Muffin in the belly. Muffin, defeated, crawled off, but there appeared Whiner, swinging a hockey stick at Grasshopper. Grasshopper managed to kick him, but the unshod foot could not do much damage. The stick struck Grasshopper in the ear. The ear flashed. The second blow landed on the prosthetic.
“You broke it,” Grasshopper whimpered and rushed Whiner, forgetting all about the stick. For some reason Whiner threw the weapon away and bolted. Grasshopper ran after him. Somebody tripped Whiner, he tumbled, rolled over onto his back, and squealed, terrified. Grasshopper was bearing on him inexorably, like a comet, leaving trampled hands and feet in his wake, the enemies scattering around.
Then someone grabbed him and lifted him off his feet. Grasshopper started kicking, attempting to free himself.
“OK, cool it down,” a grown-up voice said.
Suspended above the field of battle, Grasshopper saw Magician using his crutch to beat back Rabbit and Crook, Stinker’s overturned wheelchair, Stinker himself wildly flailing the umbrella in all directions, Sportsman rolling on the floor tangled with someone—and seniors. Lots of them. Swearing and laughing, they were pulling the boys apart.
The back of Grasshopper’s head pressed against something sharp. He froze, struck by a sudden realization, and turned around. A small skull on a chain scraped against his cheek. Grasshopper couldn’t make himself look farther up.
His head spun. He felt faint and sick to his stomach.
Skull turned him around and lowered him to the floor.
“Well? Better now?”
Grasshopper swayed on the spot. A tattooed arm shot out and steadied him.
“I didn’t know,” Grasshopper whispered. “I didn’t know.”
“You didn’t know what?”
Skull’s gray eyes were sprinkled with tiny dots.
The seniors shoved the boys into the dorms. The door of the Stuffage bristled with grimacing faces. The faces spat and shouted abuse.
“Shoo!” the seniors yelled back.
Sportsman and Blind were the last to be pried from each other. Magician and Humpback, holding the tattered remains of their shirts, disappeared into the Poxy dorm. Siamese crawled on the floor, picking up the spilled contents of their bags. Elephant followed them one step behind, drowning in tears.
“Outrageous!” Splint, the counselor, was screaming. “All of you! To the principal! Right now!”
Elk was stuffing Stinker into his wheelchair. Stinker was putting up a fight. Grasshopper had some time by now to collect his thoughts. He turned back around, planning to apologize to Skull, but found that he wasn’t there anymore. He was already leaving with the other seniors. Grasshopper caught a glance from one of them, and then heard: “That armless squirt, he was fighting like a tiger!”
