"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Blackadder."

The first thing Blackadder noticed about Principle Tsunade was her large cleavage. There was the bleach blonde hair and the blue fem on her forehead, but he could not resist the delightful view in front of him.

Everything from the history of the school to the running pupils were nothing to him. His male gaze had blinded him from everything else. Glancing to his left, he noticed Baldrick was also gawping. He slapped him twice. "Baldrick, kindly stop being a pervert."

"Sorry..." Baldrick whispered. "I just had a cunning plan."

"Keep your cunning plans to yourself!" Blackadder made sure that he was not heard. "Now is not the place."

"Did you say something?" Principal Tsunade asked.

Blackadder shook his head and gulped. "No..."

"I hear you and your assistant has travelled far," Principal Tsunade said, as she guided them through the school hallway. Every flag known to man, including pride flags decorated the halls. "We are a very prestigious school in Ilex Forest in Johto. Our students have come far and wide to study here. Where did you say you are from?"

"London." Blackadder's stomach churned when he saw a teenage couple kissing in front of their lockers. Principal Tsunade ignored then. What kind of school was this? There was vampires in one corner, witches on the right and creatures running around as if they owned the place.
"Nice, do you have tea and biscuits with the Royal Family?"

"I do indeed," Blackadder lied. The royal family barred him from official events due to calling one of the princesses the love child of an Oompa Loompa and a bearded Snorlax. "Princess Oompa Loompa, the Duchess of Snorlax was particularly fond of me."

"Wasn't she the one that drank from furry cups?" Baldrick asked.

"Interesting..."

"I can assure you that I am as truthful and passionate about history," Blackadder said, "as Mr Cunning Fox who is the head lecturer of cunning foxes in the university of Oxford."
"Well let's introduce you to some of the students."

"That would be delightful..." Blackadder wanted to crawl in a hole that would swallow him hole. He would rather have vegan breakfast with Satan than spend even a day with delinquent brats like the one in the pink jacket dragging herself to class.

"Vicky!"

"Oh my God, what do you want now, you bitch! This is well sexual harassment!"

"Is that how you greet your principle," Blackadder said, raising his eyebrow at her.

"Shut up!" Vicky roared. "You pervert! It ain't got nothing to do with you."

"Vicky!" Tsunade hissed. "This is Mr. Blackadder. He will be your new history teacher."

"Oh my God, I so can't believe you just said that. He is like well trying to sex you up, Principle. He's spent the whole morning looking at your bazoongas."

"Take us to your class," said Tsunade.

"You're only doing this because you fancy me," Vicky mumbled as she stumbled into the classroom.

"Keep dreaming," Blackadder said with delight. "You've got a face only Stevie Wonder could love."

"Who?"

Blackadder looked at Vicky in horror. With his fists closed and his lips pursed shut, he had entered a world where nobody knew who Stevie Wonder was. It was a sad world indeed.

"Everyone knows Stevie Wonder!" A young boy in the back of the class roared out. "He's a blind pokemon trainer who sang all those songs."

With that, peace had been restored, but for how long?