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"Oh my God! I have to go!" Miss Shelly said as she carried a stack full of paperwork. She looked around the classroom for any parents to watch her class; she originally hired Peter Quill to watch her class, but unfortunately he couldn't be here until around 1:00. She hated to do this, but she walked over to the furry raccoon, that had Baby Groot sitting on his shoulder.
"Mr.Raccoon?" Miss Shelly said as she tapping on his head.
Rocket snapped back and replied, "How many times do I have to tell these idiots at this blasted school, that I want to be called Rocket!"
Miss Shelly stepped back in complete shock, but also in frustration. Rocket was not a favorite parent; the school's staff regrets to even let Rocket be the main guardian for Groot. Rocket hated showing up around 7:30 in the blasted morning, just to take Groot to a lazy ass school, but the only reason he's even still doing this was for his son.
"Anyways, what do you even want, Lady?"
"I need you to watch Groot's class for.....the entire day?"
Rocket looked at her like if she had 2 heads attached to her shoulder.
"Nope, you are crazy?!"
"I originally hired Mr.Quill to watch them, but unfortunately he got stuck in a meeting with the Nova Corps."
"I am Groot!" Groot on his right shoulder whispered into Rocket's ear.
You can finally teach these idiots how to behave, I'll introduce you to my friend, and you can do those gun and bomb lessons you always wanted to do.
Rocket finally started to smirk in a response to liking this idea, oh the things he did for his son.
"I guess a couple of hours wouldn't hurt you know."
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Rocket stared at the slight before him in complete horror. 28 toddlers was screaming at the top of their lungs, running around the room. Groot and some girl was in the corner of the classroom, listening to Quill's Zune (Which he stole because Groot wanted it so bad.) Rocket soon felt a blasting migraine coming and then he felt a tiny finger tapping on his shoulder. Rocket turned to his right to see a pink skinned boy standing there.
"What do you need there kid?"
"Mr.Raccoon, I peed on myself."
"THEN GO AND CLEAN YOURSELF UP!"
"I don't know how!"
"WELL THEN, FIGURE IT OUT!" Rocket soon looked down to pull some fur out of his head. He knows he agreed to this because of Groot, but sometimes, he wonders why he listens to his son. Pretty soon that little girl that came up to him not long ago, took off her pants and underwear off. She took her pile of clothes and tossed them into the
"Mr.Raccoon, I cleaned myself up!" She said with a proud tone to her voice.
Rocket reached over and picked up his cell phone and started to punch in Drax's number. For some blasting reason, Peter wanted to get everyone a cell phone to keep in touch if the guardians needed help. Rocket thought these cell phone things were stupid. He even threatened Quill he would take his phone apart, but then Peter threatened to shave him.
"Hello Creature, what do you need?" Drax's booming voice said saying that Drax literally just woken up.
"Drax, I need my I Heart Death Bombs Mug and 5 six packs of the strongest alcoholic drink you know."
"I am on my way, where do you need this alcohol delivered?"
"Groot's preschool classroom."
Drax then indicated he would be there in 20 minutes, leaving Rocket back to his migraine and the screams of toddlers.