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October 4th, 201X

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Meanwhile, at the league of villains Grovedale High student council meeting.

"...So thanks to that big fat juicy donation from Angelo's parents, even including the cost of the new goalpost installations we still have a crap ton of money to spooge out however we want! Aaand that's the end of my budget report~" happily chimed a certain bowtie-wearing Pig, addressing the three girls in the room.

"...Um, thank you for that rather -ahem- _eloquent_summary of our budget, Treasurer Flippy," A brown Husky said with an off-put smile, her fingers folded together above the inscribed mahogany desk where she sat.

"I live to please!" Flippy said, giving a goofy thumbs up to the Brown Husky. The pink and grey Pig jumped back down on the extra comfy chesterfield sofa and started adjusting his polka dot bowtie. The Pig was sitting across from an identical couch, where the student council secretary (Raccoon) and vice president (Badger) sat. Their respective names were Ellie and Pesto.

The former, a lanky little Raccoon, was diligently pounding out notes on her tablet, while the later, a curvy black and white Badger, was looking so bored you'd think she was being forced to sit through an old Sadam Andler comedy. If Flippy's sense of fashion could be described as a mix of conservative and gaudy, then Ellie's style was all conservative, and Pesto's style was all gaudy:

Ellie had neatly cropped brown headhair that contrasted to the perpetually exhausted look on her black and white muzzle. She regularly wore slacks with long sleeved button-up shirts or blouses, and a pair circular red-rimmed glasses, which gave her a sort of 'librarian's assistant' kind of look. As secretary for the student council, Ellie was worked harder than a summer intern in a niche job market: her muzzle constantly glued to either her phone or tablet, taking notes on everything, never once complaining.

On the flip side, Pesto (real name Patricia) was known for wearing all sorts of gaudy outfits; today she dressed like she was the star of an 80's home exercise video with a purple one-shoulder top, a purple sweatband clamping her voluminous dark-green dyed headhair upwards, and star-patterned black yoga pants bringing it all together. At any given student council meeting, the Badger looked either dreadfully bored, or like she just was one more of the President's 'school spirit' speeches away from socking her one straight in the muzzle.

The room had been cleaned spotless, not a speck of dust or errant paper to be found, and an expensive cheese platter had been laid out on the inscribed Gateleg table sitting between the two couches (had been laid out, Pesto and Flippy devoured it in minutes). More than anything the room was free of distractions thanks to the student door watchers outside...

...Grovedale High Student Council meetings were held in the principal's office, don't ya know?

The Opossum Principal, Mr. Falsty, who was no more than a glorified secretary/spokesperson for Grovdale high, graciously made way whenever student council desired to host a meeting. The door watchers were students seeking a higher budget for their club activities, regularly stationed outside meeting in the principal's office. These door watchers were expressly instructed not to let anyone in, not even the principal himself, without prior consent from the council, lest they get their club's budget slashed.

*In fact, The Student Council had regularized door-watching at Grovedale High; most notably the newly renovated Atrium Girls bathroom had watchers stationed during and after sometimes after school hours, only permitting entrance to student council members and girls with high popularity rankings (usually cheerleaders). Student council was serious business at Grovedale High, guyz.*

Back to the introductions à Stationed by the window was the principal's mahogany desk, except sitting there wasn't the principal, but rather a Brown Husky, displaying her staple judgmental smile. T'was the head honcho of Grovedale High herself, Francesca Beaucannon.

And who exactly was this devious mastermind, Francesca Beaucannon, who held the reins of power in Grovedale High? Well, she was the prim and proper daughter of a Senator, with a physical height to match her position of power. She was a flawlessly groomed brown and white Siberian Husky, dressed in an expensive pink blouse and designer pants, with her shoulder-length ash-brown hair plaited back with a velvet ribbon. She regularly talked with a formal pep that made it seem like she was raised on a diet of nothing but expensive caviar and forced enthusiasm. Not to mention how her love for school spirit was even stronger (read: worse) than that of any try-hard summer camp counselor.

Francesca cleared her throat and straightened the day's stack of documents on her desk. "Now that all the formalities are out of the way, we can move on to today's main topic: this year's homecoming dance theme! Oh, how I do love throwing festivities!"

*creeeeek*

The_door that shan't be opened_ slid open for a brown Squirrel in pink dungarees, texting furiously on her phone as she nonchalantly took her spot next to Flippy.

It was Allie, the student council's social media director/spy master. "Sorry for coming late," The Squirrel mentioned casually. No excuse, and it was probably for the best: last time Francesca was not pleased to hear that Allie was late because she just had to hear some juicy gossip on Mackenzie Allenfield's alleged pregnancy and back alley abortion.

Francesca addressed Allie with a smiling glare intense enough to psychically crush a man's balls, "How wonderful that you chose to grace us with your presence, even though, as a member of student council, you are OBLIGATED to participate in every meeting, but I appreciate it nonetheless, ahahaha!"

Francesca truly made an art out of the bitchy laugh. Pure mellifluous art.

Allie just shrugged, and for a change of pace, actually put away her phone in her dungaree pocket to talk, "Like I'd miss the meeting for homecoming! I've got the perfect idea for the theme after all." The Squirrel began wiggling her fingers around as if she were playing some sort of air piano.

"Oooh, care to share with the class?" Pesto asked in her moderately deep and nasally voice.

Allie smirked as she noticed how miffed Francesca was that the focus of the conversation shifted away from her, "Okay so last's year's theme was Dizney right? And it was pretty gay and everyone loved it, right?"

"Yeah it was pretty gay," Flippy agreed with a gleeful smile. And Pesto and Ellie stared nodding in agreement. Francesca cocked an eyebrow at the wording, her concealing smile not faltering in the slightest.

Allie continued, playfully polishing her bucked teeth with her tongue, "And since it went over so well last year I was thinking, why not just go the full mile? Let's do an LGBT themed homecoming dance and, get this, we can call it 'homecoming-out'! How's that for a hook?"

"Oooh, I like the sound of that!" Pesto exclaimed with excited eyes. Flippy's lips formed an impressed 'O' shape, while Ellie just continued nodding in agreement as she wrote her notes.

"Interesting proposal," Francesca stated diplomatically. "And why should I agree to it?"

The Huskie's passive aggressive comment didn't faze Allie in the slightest, rather a sly glimmer twinkled in her eye. She was prepared, "Oh please, ever since Antony got that thirty-seven year old boyfriend of his, you know you haven't been getting the fill of compliments and gay sass that you deserve."

Allie's statement struck right where the money was: Francesca's business smile, which was usually stuck so wide you'd think she was born like that, faltered. She leaned back in her cushioned chair and hummed to herself pensively, "That is true... In fact, Antony's doting had gotten so unsatisfactory recently that I had to revoke his 'gay best friend status'. Such a shame."

Persuasion check succeeded.

"Exactly!" Allie stated, swishing her index finger dramatically as though she was selling a million dollar marketing pitch. "Soooo what better way to scout out your prospects than an LGBT themed dance? And what better way to get the gay boys to come than freaking homecoming-out? "

The proposal's appeal was palpable on Francesca's face. "Interesting... Do you know any cute gay boys who are still in the closet and need a little push?"

"Oh yeah," Allie swished her wrist as if to say 'NBD'. "I can name like... two and a half cute closeted gay guys at one lunch table ALONE. I could probably find like... thirty throughout the whole school if I really tried."

"Tempting, very tempting..." Francesca mused, rapping her fingertips against the desk.

"Two and a half?" Pesto questioned to nobody in particular.

"One's bi, maybe?" Flippy suggested to Pesto, shrugging his shoulders at the Badger with a smile.

Adjusting her glasses, Ellie spoke in her soft, slightly lisped voice, "Speaking of which... I'm on board with the theme, but do we really have to go to such lengths to find you a new 'gay best friend', Francesca? Why not have Flippy for that role? He's bi so he can still talk about cute boys with you, and he's of good social standing and pedicure besides."

The Husky let out a confounded sigh, leaning back in her chair, "I tried with him, believe me, but it just wasn't the same..." she mused, vexation thick in her voice.

With that comment Flippy's ears peeled upwards and his eyes widened, unpleasant memories creating a vicious battlefield in his mind. "Ay ay ay, I'm getting wartime flashbacks..."

---

A few weeks ago in the school hallways...

Francesca was strutting fabulously to class, fastidiously placing one in front of the other like a science, her pink Grovedale high trapper keeper tucked snugly in the crook of her arm. Flippy was sticking to her side like a groupie, trying his best to imitate her sashay. As the pair gaited, a certain tall green Iguana, talking to his Lizard sister came in to view, chatting by the lockers.

When they were safely out of the green duo's site, Francesca swooned with a loud pronounced sigh, her hand placed delicately on her heart. "Flippy, isn't Jayce just, the perfect specimen of man? He's so eloquent, well-dressed, tall and put together... Not to mention handsome, goodness!"

The Pig nodded his head gleefully, as he labored to keep pace, looking up at the much taller Husky, "Yeah, he's pretty cute. And his sister's pretty easy on the eyes too."

The change in Francesca's face was immediate and ghastly, as if Flippy's comment had just soiled the long and distinguished honor of the Buchannan family. "No Flippy! If you're going to be my official new gay best friend-"

"But I told you I'm not ga-"

"-Then you're allowed to show sexual interest in boys only! Furthermore, the only girl you're allowed to compliment is me, Francesca Buchanan. Easy to understand right?"

"Oh, sorry..." Flippy relented demurely. "Yeah... Jayce is cute, and stuff. Just him. Not his sister at all."

"That's more like it. Except you forgot to call me 'girl' at the end of your sentence. Antony always, said that," Francesca informed Flippy as though she were explaining basic manners to a child.

"Uh, okay... girl." The Pig said, visibly uncomfortable with the expression.

"With more sass!" Francesca demanded.

"...Guuuuuurl."

"Good! Wait, no!" Sinister inspiration was brewing in the Husky's eyes. "You're from Mexico, right?"

Confusion at the non sequitur was plainly evident in Flippy's eyes, "Yeah, though I've lived in America for like nine year-"

"-Call me 'girl' in Spanish, instead."

"Uh, Okay? ...chica," Flippy said, trying his best not to let his accumulating stress show.

With that Francesca displayed her approval with a satisfied nod of her head. "I love the flavor of that... Oh, now tell me I'm beautiful in Spanish!"

"But you don't speak Spanish, so what's the point?" Flippy's voice was full of unsatisfied confusion.

Glaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare. "Um, because I said so, and because as my new gay best friend you should be happy to do anything I request without needing an in depth explanation?"

Flippy's eye twitched, and he had to strain himself not to sigh in frustration. He wouldn't dare directly show any disagreeability toward Francesca. The key word her being 'directly'. "Okay... me cago en tu madre."

Francesca cupped her lower lip in the crook of her index finger and thumb, contemplating the sentence. "Hmm, it didn't sound quite as majestic and romantic as I thought it would."

"Gee I wonder why?" Flippy said with an uncertain shrug.

---

"Never again..." Flippy mumbled to himself as the unsavory memories passed.

Flippy's flashback-induced anguish was overlooked entirely by Francesca, of course, "Anyway, I'm certainly intrigued by your proposal, Social Media Director. But how exactly do you know this'll draw out closeted gay boys?"

Cue the devious buck-toothed grin, "_phhhh,_easy, We'll give it the works: gay club music, especially heavy on the Lady Gawgaw, Beyondce and Ke-dollar sign-ha, rainbow-colored decorations, a fruity cocktail bar, free fur care products, maybe throw in a drag contest in there... Even the most closeted gay boy would come out for it!"

"Sounds lit AF!" Pesto agreed delightedly.

But Allie wasn't done quite yet! "PLUS, anyone who comes with a same sex date, cross-dresses, or has their _Socialite_profile showing them being LGBT, gets into the homecoming dance for free! Everyone else, twenty bucks!" Allie proclaimed, hooking her fist enthusiastically.

"I think we can go as high as fifty," Flippy suggested.

"Fifty bucks!" Allie corrected herself with another fist hook. "No better reason to come out of the closet than to save your hard earned cash!"

Pesto's tongue stuck out playfully at the idea, "Oooh, like a hetero/cis tax, I love it. Girl, you are devious."

But Francesca tightened her lips to one side dubiously, "Hm, I don't know how I feel about Vice President's controversial_choice of phrasing, but I suppose since I have nothing to gripe about since it doesn't affect me as a committee member. Alright, I'm sold. _Homecoming Out it is."

"Yaaaaaas!" Allie immediately yanked her phone out from her dungaree pocket, and began texting her friends about the theme's approval.

Ellie, reviewing her notes on the proposal, looked up beseechingly to Francesca. "I have just one point I'd like to address. What do you want to do for Homecoming Queen and King, President? If we're going with the LGBT theme, we might want to consider working outside of traditional gender roles."

"Oh yeah good point, Ellie." Pesto added in as Flippy contemplated the notion with a few pleased nods of his head.

"Hmmmm," Francesca hummed in a high voice, scrunching her lips. "No, I think not. We'll just stick with the traditional King and Queen."

Even though her idea was shot down, Ellie nodded and went back to her notes, obedient as ever. Pesto clearly didn't seem pleased, however. "Wait, doesn't sticking with strict gender roles for that kind of work counter to what we're going for with the LGBT theme? I mean, the T in LGBT does stand for-"

"No, doesn't matter." the Husky interrupted with a paw jutted up in the air, clearly not eager to listen to Pesto talk about transgendered-ness and gender roles. Despite how eager Francesca was to talk to parents about how 'diverse and progressive' student council was with an honest-to-Raptor-Jesus trans girl on the board, Francesca had very little interest in actually discussing the topic. "The student body clearly_will want me as their queen. And since I'm not a lesbian or _whatever, it would be disrespectful to imply otherwise by having anything other than a male king as my counterpart. Therefore, we are sticking with the traditional King and Queen roles. Not all traditions are bad, Pesto. Just accept that."

For a moment Pesto looked like she wanted claw the Husky's guts out, but she just reclined back on the couch and muttered a restrained 'Typical...' to herself.

Francesca loudly cleared her throat, "I have ballet practice in a few, so I'll need to cut this meeting short. For now let's decide the major roles of homecoming committee, and we can hash out sub-committee roles and discuss pep rally next meeting."

She said 'let's decide', but everyone knew that wasn't what she really meant, oh no, she meant 'let me decide your roles for you.' "I'll be the head of the committee and handle the decorations of the gymnasium and food. As a measure of good faith, I think I'll elect two other members as co-heads of the homecoming committee with semi-executive authority for allocating funds, subject to veto by me of course," the husky said, her eyes surveyed the other four members.

Francesca's eyes locked onto dungaree girl first, "Allie, since the theme was your idea and you seem to know all about drawing out gay boys, I'll give one spot to you. We can discuss music, events and _ambiance_at a later point," the Husky said, pronouncing 'ambiance' in a pseudo-French accent.

"Sweet," the Squirrel replied simply.

Francesca pursed her lips, "...since it would look bad to have three not LGBT girls as heads, sorry Ellie, as the third co-head we'll haaaave..."

Pesto cocked an eyebrow at Francesca expectantly. She was LGBT and the vice president, after all, so it only made sense that she'd get the other spot.

"Flippy as the third head! Congratulations Flippy," Francesca chimed.

Or not.

"What?" Pesto said flatly.

Flippy seemed equally as surprised, "O-Oh, that's cool. I'll do my best."

Francesca seemed perfectly satisfied with Flippy's response. "Perfect! Needed to mark off that inclusivity checkbox. I trust there are no objections?"

At that moment Pesto stood up emphatically, irritation tightening her face, "Uh, yeah we have an objection! I'm both LGBT and vice president, why aren't I one of the co-heads?" she bitterly asked, gesturing to herself indignantly.

Francesca bitchy-laughed at the statement as if she were questioning the most obvious thing in the world. "Why, you can't be serious! We all know you would have too many crazy ideas, Pesto; they would just clash with our vision. I wouldn't want you to like, I don't know, try to gender-neutral-ify the bathrooms for the dance, I mean, how would I know where to relieve myself? Ahahahaha."

Pesto's gaw dropped incredulously with brows furrowed so tight it looked like she might have an aneurism, "What?! I totally pass as female and even had my gender changed to female on my birth certificate! Why the fuck-

Francesca slammed her paws against her desk with icy offended eyes, "Language Pesto! We, as members of Student Council, hold the duty to keep ourselves to a higher standard!"

"...why the, darned heck, would I need gender neutral bathrooms for the dance?"

Francesca huffed in exasperation. "I don't know what goes on in the head of a boy who just up and decides they want to be a girl one day! So it's best to just leave that out of the equation, don't you think? Ahahahaha! Anyway, let's discuss the remaining roles."

"Raptor-Jesus so help me with this fake bitch..." Pesto whispered to herself, pressing her index finger to her temples as if to suppress all her murderous desires.

"Flippy, on top of helping me and Allie with decorations and detail planning you'll be coming with me to help with budgeting all the decorations and equipment. We'll probably recruit members of art club to help throw us some ideas for decoration: and try not to flirt too hard while we're working, okay?"

"Yes ma'am," Flippy replied promptly.

Next up was the Raccoon who was eagerly waiting for orders, "Ellie, you inform all the teachers, and deal with the school announcements. You'll also be in charge of phone calls to any catering companies or the like we'll need services from."

Phone-call duty was clearly ass, but the Ellie accepted with total grace, "With pleasure."

Francesca's eyes rounded to Allie, tinted with mistrust.

"Allie, as our media expert, you're in charge of posters and writing an article for our school's website and blog. Make sure said article paints our progressive student council president in glowing terms. Oh, and it would be oh so wonderful if you could actually do the work yourself instead of foisting it upon other that you're blackmailing."

"Posters, Article, Blog, Glowing, Foisting, Blackmail, got it," Allie intoned absentmindedly as she was banging out a text message that mostly emojis.

And last was Pesto; of course the Badger was left for last considering how often she argued with Francesca. "Pesto, you can have... PTA duty, that's pretty straightforward; all you have to do is go to the next PTA meeting and arrange volunteers."

Pesto's eyes began twitching viciously, "Wait, that's all I get to do?" All the calm mustered since the last bitchy comment just a sliver away from utter annihilation.

"Yeah, try not to botch it up too bad." Francesca said dismissively. "Anyway, that's wrap you guys. Meeting adjourned everyone, good work," she said, putting her documents away in her White House-themed clear file. She then stood up and motioned toward Flippy and Ellie with her head. "Ellie, Flippy, walk with me to the car. I have a few idea I'd like to share with you."

And with that the Husky, Pig and Raccoon left the room chatting, Leaving only Pesto and Allie in the colonized Principal's office. After the entrance door closed shut, Pesto counted to ten and then thwamed her fist against the couch. "That's it! That fucking bitch is going down!"

Allie let out a snicker as she leaned back and placed her feet on the other end of her couch, getting all comfortable. As good as she was at finagling what she wanted from the Husky, the Squirrel clearly held no love for the esteemed Francesca Buchannan. "You got something fun in mind?"

Pesto nodded with crossed arms, Devilish revenge fantasies playing in IMAX in her mind, "Yeah. How's about full-on homecoming sabotage. You in?"

"Yaaaaaaaaas, queeeeeen!" Allie cheered with a fist in the air, phone still in the other paw.

Even if Allie did put in a full _twenty minutes_of work thinking of how to get the pass on 'Homecoming Out', clearly a chance to stick it to Francesca was too good to pass up, even if it meant sabotaging her own project.

Pesto smirked intently at her friend, "Alright. Get ready to gender neutral-ify some fucking bathrooms."