Johnny Test Porno Story: Probing 1 Two Three Probing Chapter Four

Ohyaho! CJzilla here slamming out another chapter! Woo! Now, this time around, Johnny’s at school and it’s Friday! Problem is, there’s a math quiz that’s gonna make his weekend start much later. But there will be a surprise helper to get Johnny on the fast track to the weekend! Enjoy!

As I cause mass mayhem through this city, alls CJzilla has to roar it this: R&R! Love me, hate me, I don’t care…

AN: To those who were wondering, I don’t think Johnny’s parents know Dukey can talk… At least as far as I can tell. Correct me if I’m wrong…

School’s Out

It was a Friday and just thirty minuets away from a much needed weekend. And as with all good things, there were those whod love to crush, maim, obliterate and/or KILL the happy with an ice pick or in this case, a surprise test.

POP QUIZ!! the massively unappealing voice of Porkbelly Intermediate Schools very own math teacher rang through the air.

Over the chorus of blood-curdling Oh why Higher Power, why moans groans and death-rattles from his students, the teacher walked the four desk aisles handing out the quiz papers.

Now, now class, he said. Theres no need to whine unless you havent studied. In that context, then I suppose you should be afraid.

The school system continually made fools of Porkbellys youth, our very own, favorite resident Johnny Test being no exception. It was 2:30 pm, a mere thirty minuets until the glorious bell rang and let all of the kids out of this wasteland of government funded captivity. Being a veteran of school for a very long eleven-years, Johnny Test was balancing his pencil on the end of his finger, awaiting the next test he was gonna flunk.

Oh and just so you know class, the math teachers voice was almost in Johnnys ear. Those who score poorly will be cleaning my chalk erasers AFTER school today.

More groans and death rattles from the other kids, but Johnny didnt have time to moan because the teacher waved a test in his face and looked him in the eye.

Ill be seeing you after school today Mr. Test, the math teacher grinned evilly over his thick glasses. Ill save the dirtiest erasers for you.

Johnny narrowed his eyes.

Dont count your chickens before they hatch! the blond returned snatching the paper out of the teachers hand. Thirty minuets from now, Ill be accepting your apology.

The math teacher snickered.

Highly unlikely Mr. Test, the man responded as heartless and cold blooded as any reptile before he walked off, handing out the rest of the papers.

Johnny inwardly placed a curse on the math teachers head. Some time in the near future, hed have an embarrassing accident. Yes, Johnny wished on every star he had that hed be there to see said embarrassing moment befall the cruel teacher.

Gee Test, Johnny heard a female voice right next to him.

Passing his eyes to a row over, he saw the human equivalent of the Hydra monster His next door neighbor, spawn of a wolverine father and a viper mother and all around unpleasant eleven-year-old girl, Sissy. Johnny felt his eyes narrow in ill will as Sissy batted her eyelashes at him.

Do you purposely set yourself up for failure or were you born with it? the blond demon daughter quipped.

Drop dead Sissy, Johnny returned. Go annoy a poisonous reptile, out in the highway.

Sissy gave a laugh.

I know you havent studied, Test, she smiled.

Johnny blinked, processing what she said. For the past month yet notably the last two weeks, the boy had been feeling a little watched, not from any family member but from an outside source. The feeling came on intensely when he was up in his room; hed feel someone watching him through the window And now Sissy was claiming to know his study habits. The scary part about that was she was right!

He narrowed his eyes at the girl and noted that she started to turn red.

How would you know that? Johnny questioned.

The girls eyes got shifty and she curled a finger in her T-shirt collar and gave a little tug.

I-uh-I- Y-you just have one of those faces, Sissy recovered from her flustered moment. A face that loves to kiss the dirt.

Johnny didnt buy it but let it slide after the teacher was finished handing out quizzes.

All right class, he placed an egg timer on his desk. The test you have been handed out is based on your knowledge of the decimal-

For Johnny the teachers ramblings were cut short by a poke on the side of his head. Craning to his left and out an open window, the eleven-year-old rubbed the tender spot on his head where something hit him. He peered over the windowsill and his eyes widened at what he saw.

There was his pet talking dog Dukey, flicking pebbles at him from outside!

Dukey?! Johnny yelled on a whisper.

But unfortunately for the spiky haired blond kid, the dog didnt hear him as he threw another pebble into the classroom. The small pebble came flying in from the window and hit Johnny in the eye.

Jiminy Christmas!! Johnny fell back into his chair, hand clapped over his hurting eye.

The pain was horrible, but not enough to dull the pain of his peers and teacher mocking him.

Is there something you want to share with the class Mr. Test? he heard the math teacher squeeze out.

Johnny opened his good eye and looked to the teacher. He sat rigid in his chair, his eyes wide before his quick wit caught up with him.

Which- is to say Johnny paused. Jiminy Christmas! I forgot to study!

Johnny snapped his fingers dramatically. The kids in his class gave him a funny look before they all started laughing at his expense.

Too bad for you, the teacher sighed. I will wish you the biggest of miracles as you have to complete the test in front of you.

Johnny blushed slightly under the laughter of his classmates, but it soon died down when the teacher continued talking about the test. The blond boy subtly leaned out of the window and peered down at his dog.

Dukey! Johnny whispered. Dukey! What in the name of the four great cheeses are you doing here?!

The dog looked up at his owner/best friend. The two almost knocked heads together.

Im here to help with that pop quiz you just got! Dukey smiled wide.

Johnny blinked.

Howd you know thered be a test today? the blond questioned pointing a finger at his dog.

Hello, Dukey replied. Its Friday, as in, any fun sucking teacher knows this would be the best time to dish out some unnecessary quiz. The kids are rushed and get low scores. More detentions and more suffering. You get where Im going here Johnny?

The boy marveled at the dogs detective skills.

But how are you gonna help me? Johnny asked.

Piece of cake, Dukey smiled. Alls you have to do is write the answers down. Ill find out a way to get them to you before that school bell rings and, boom! Youre out early and we can go to the park and yell at the ducks!

Johnny smiled at his dog.

Youre the best Duke-ster! he cheered.

This I know, the dog smiled. Now get back in there before we get caught!

Johnny zipped back into the classroom and sat like a good student at his desk with just enough time to catch the last of a bogus lecture.

-and that is why the decimal comes before the number, the math teacher concluded. Now you may turn over your test papers and begin.

Johnny did as he was told and flipped the paper over. The numbers swirled and became one incoherent mass. Johnnys head was spinning. Then a tiny, tiny piece of paper was thrown into the classroom by Dukey. The paper hit Johnnys desk and the blond unrolled it. It contained answers for the whole test. Johnny smiled happily as he doodled down as many answers as possible.

Mr. Test! he heard the teacher bark at him. What is that in your hand?

Johnny looked up to see his teacher get up out of his desk and march over to him. If he was caught with the answers, thered be after-school detention for him! Thinking quickly, he shoved the cheat sheet in his mouth and chewed vigorously. By the time the teacher was at his desk, the paper was unrecognizable.

What did you just put into your mouth Mr. Test? the man questioned, hands on his large hips.

A piece of paper with uh- scented marker on it Yeah! I love strawberry and I wondered if the marker would taste as good as it smells! Johnny fumbled, trying to look convincing. It didnt. Kinda nasty actually.

The teacher looked nauseated.

Well spit that out and get on with your test, the man turned on his heel and walked back to his desk.

Johnny spat out the chewed paper and looked for a place to throw it. He saw the local Porkbelly Intermediate School bully, aimed for his red buzz-cut hairdo and flicked the masticated paper at him. It landed on the bruisers head, little to the kids knowledge. Johnny held in a laugh when he saw that thick wad of chewed paper on the bullys head.

But he had to get back to his quiz problem. Johnny still didnt know what the rest of the answers were.

Then he heard a cough from Dukey outside the window.

(Cough) Seventy-six, point five (Hack) Dukey told the boy the answer faking like he was coughing.

Johnny smiled and wrote down the answer.

(Wheeze) Twenty-four (Cough) the dog coughed out.

Three more problems went by like that until the teacher caught on.

Is there something wrong with you Mr. Test? the teacher questioned.

Johnny froze, eyes wide.

Uh- I just got a cough, he peeped. Doctor says its serious.

The teacher quirked a brow, got up from his desk and walked over to the coughing blond.

Then just shut the window, the man stated reaching for the window.

Dukeys answers would be cut off if he shut the window. Johnny seized his teachers hand.

Thats okay! the boy said quickly. I think its just some eraser shavings in my throat! Ill be fine!

The teachers mouth creased in disgust.

Get yourself a drink of water Mr. Test, the man responded. This window should be closed anyway.

And the teacher shut Johnnys answer-key life-line. The blond frowned.

Drinking hall passes are on my desk Mr. Test, the math teacher pointed. You have two minuets.

Johnny grumbled to himself, got up from his desk, put his hands in his pockets and shuffled to the door. Grabbing a hall pass the eleven-year-old slipped out of his classroom and out into the hall. He still had twelve more problems to go and now that Dukey was shut out of the classroom, howd he get the quiz done?

Walking over to the drinking fountain, he heard the familiar pitter-patter of dogs feet on linoleum tiles. Looking up before he took a drink out, Johnny jumped five-feet in the air. There was Dukey, in broad daylight, in the school!

Dukey! Johnny gasped seizing the dogs head and giving it a liberal shake. What are you doing?! You, me are gonna get busted!

Dukey took Johnnys hands from his noggin.

Were not gonna get busted, the dog laughed. I am having fun though. Its like spying on the enemy in a hostile environment! Its do or die! Its get caught and get thrown into the vat of piranha! Its-!

Its insane Dukey! Johnny grabbed his pets head again and was shaking it like a maraca. This aint some spy movie! My freedom and weekend is at stake here!

Dukeys smile fell into a serious look.

The way I see is just that Jonathan, the dog replied, calm and collected. My good buddys stuck in a place where the public accepts it as nothing more than education. You and I know better Johnny. This is a place of great evil and Im not gonna rest until you come out of here alive!

Now the intense dog was shaking the boys head. Clearly both of them were watching too much TV.

All right! All right! Johnny took Dukeys hands from his melon. But what are we gonna do? The windows shut. How you gonna get the answers to me now?

Dukey gave a sly smile.

Dont worry about it, the dog wagged his tail. Ill get em to ya.

Johnny trusted his nutty dog and ran back to the class room without a drink of water. The blond sat back in his desk, nervous as a balloon in a porcupine factory. He looked at the clock. Eight more minuets left and twelve unfinished problems still on his paper. How was Dukey gonna get the answers to him now.

The answer soon busted through the door.

Nibbling on his nails and watching the minuet hand swing around the clocks face, Johnny was sure hed never get this test done now. Just then there was a loud bang from the door of the classroom. Everyone looked up. Johnnys eyes got beady.

There was Dukey, walking on two legs, dressed in a nurses dress, tiara, heels and first-aid kit. Lets not forget the creepy lipstick, eyeliner and blush factor. Johnny buried his head in his hands. This would end poorly.

What the hey-?! the math teacher fell out of his chair at the surprise bang.

Oh hi! Dukey said in a high-pitched female voice. Im nurse Doreen and I just got an urgent call about a boy with a cough!

The math teacher got up off the floor and gave the nurse a funny look.

I didnt call anyone, he voiced, straightening his glasses.

Oh you didnt, Nurse Dukey giggled like a woman. Its my nurses intuition. I had a feeling some boy in your class has a terrible cough! And look-! There he is!

The nurse gestured right toward Johnny. Johnny didnt look up, he knew what was coming next. He heard Dukey clumsily walk over to his desk.

Oh you poor baby! the nurse gasped. Hes worse than I thought! Look how hes holding his face!

It took all Johnny had to sit there without vomiting. Dukey didnt look too good in makeup and heels. The nurse went to work straight away. She fitted Johnny with a sling, eye-patch and Band-Aid over one of his fingers. Nurse Dukey released the boy and smiled.

There! she proclaimed. Hospital visit avoided!

The math teacher was suddenly at the nurses side peering carefully at Johnny.

He didnt look hurt to me, the man voiced taking his glasses off and polishing them on his shirt.

Oh, he was hurt all right! Nurse Dukey nodded. Hes fortunate that I was around to administer the proper first aid! Or hed likely be dead

The class, even Sissy gasped and Johnny slapped his forehead.

Well, I must be going! the nurse voiced. I have places to go and people to save. Ta!

Again, Johnnys and probably most of the classs breakfast and lunch threatened to come up when they saw his math teacher walk Nurse Dukey to the door. The man was as blind as a bat and Dukey totally appealed to him. Shaking off the nasty shivers that came to him, Johnny focused on his test. He had five minuets left. The blond was starting to freak.

Then he felt something funny inside of his sling. Pulling out his uninjured arm, the sling was full of numbers; answers to the quiz! You didnt have to tell Johnny twice. He began writing down the answers as fast as he could.

And even the eye patch that Dukey gave him gave him the rest of the answers. Pulling it away from his eye, the patch had answers written on the underside of it! Doodling down the rest of his answers, Johnny was done!

I did it! the blond cheered, jumping up on his desk. Im DONE!

Everyone looked over to him as he jumped off of his desk and ran to his teacher.

There! Done! Johnny proclaimed proudly.

The math teachers eyebrows raised in amazement as he skimmed over the answers.

These are- right?! he blinked.

Johnny whooped and did the moonwalk in front of the class.

Aw yeah! the eleven-year-old pumped his fist. Im awesome!

The math teacher was pleasantly surprised and set the quiz down on his desk.

Then you are dismissed Mr. Test, the man stated, pushing his glasses up on his nose. Ill see you Monday.

Johnny smiled wide and began playing air-guitar.

I should go with the lad, the nurse voiced nervously. Make sure his injuries dont impede his trip home! Allrightweregonebye!

The nurse and Johnny ran out of the classroom faster than the wind itself.

CALL ME! the math teacher called after the nurse followed by several of his students ralfing out their guts.

Dukey and Johnny were out of the school and zooming down the street on a motorized scooter. They were rushing off to the park to yell at the ducks.

Dukey, I owe you one, Johnny glanced back at his pet and best friend.

Yes, you do, Dukey returned. But cheating is not good for you in the long run.

Who cares?! Johnny exclaimed. That was awesome! I bet we can do that again! Ive got a big semester test coming up that you could help out on!

Dukey cheered.

Awesome! More secret agent spying! Woo! the dog yelled happily.

Just do me a favor, Johnny added. NEVER dress like a woman again. I could have went my whole life without seeing you in heels.

My disguise was awesome! Dukey defended. Youre teacher bought it and thats proof enough for me!

Yes, but that was wrong, sick and disgusting, Johnny returned. Lets see me get any sleep now!

R&R! LONG LIVE ROCK!