[h2]9 AM, Bright Elementary School[/h2]
The students of Bright Elementary were eagerly awaiting the school's annual culture festival. Little cafes for the students to get a snack, haunted houses, even a goldfish catching game! Yes, this was shaping up to be a fun day for the students as they milled about in the gym for a brief assembly. That is, it would have been, if it wasn't for the pterodactyl man cracking his neck on the school roof. Shovel in hand, his trademark paperboy's sack around his shoulder, a toolbox in his hand, and a confident smile on his beak.

"YOSHA YOSHA! Time for the Pterrordactyl touch!"

[h2]9:30 AM, The Elementary School: A Parade of Tears: Pterrordactyl, Do Your Best![/h2]

The children cheered as they ran out to the festival, lining up for the various attractions. The goldfish catching game was always popular, and of course the child-friendly haunted house was bustling. That meant Pterrordactyl's usual subtlety was at work.

Class 1A was making its way through the haunted house, jumping at the Mokumokuren represented in the sliding doors and the laughing lanterns. With beaming smiles, the fun the children were having was obvious. Suddenly, the dim lights went out fully. And then... someone tripped over something. In fact, many people were tripping over things. The teacher raised up a flashlight and screamed, as the pudgy boy of the class looked at what she'd tripped over... a mostly-decayed corpse. In fact, the room was FULL of corpses.

"G...grandma?"
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At the snack booth, one of the teachers was scooping up cotton candy and rice balls for the children. A number of children got cups of water from a large cooler before running back to the events. Of course, for the sweet tooth of the children, a minifridge had been set out full of "Cosmic Brownie Milkshakes." After all, it was important to keep up them fed and hydrated during such a physical event! Until... well, the youngest of the children eating the cotton candy just stopped moving. Their eyes began to tear up as a foul smell began coming from their pants. The teacher looked around for her cell phone, scrambling across the ground... only to find a tube of laxatives from the local grocery store. 

A few continued running, straight to the bathroom. But as the kids ran to the bathroom, they made a horrible discovery... There was no toilet paper. In fact, there was only ONE toilet, a portapotty that had somehow been forced in here, the others having been ripped from the wall. Looking between themselves, they knew that forming a line wouldn't work. So they scrambled for it, pushing and shoving before finally the pudgy boy hopped in and locked the door. Finally, he could go in peace. It was then that he realized there was saran wrap over the toilet... and that the paper was gone, replaced by rough-grain doublesided sandpaper.
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Thankfully, the goldfish game seemed fairly normal. The first child of the day, a little girl named Yuki, was dipping in the paper net, about to put the goldfish into the bowl... just before the rice paper snapped. The kid began to tear up before a scaly hand patted his shoulder.

"Aw... bad luck kid... you still want a pet?"

With a sniffle, the child nodded and looked up.

"HERE! HAVE A CONSOLATION PRIZE!"

With that, he reached into his paperboy's sack and grabbed the child's long hair with his free hand, shoving a large, meaty sewer rat into it. He ran forward, laughing maniacally as it scratched and bit. Reaching in again, he began throwing rats at all the children present. As they ran and screamed, Pterrordactyl continued throwing them with a pitch that would make a baseball player proud.

"DON'T WORRY! I'VE GOT PLENTY TO GO AROUND! YOU GET ONE! AND YOU GET ONE! EVERYONE GETS A RAT TODAY, COURTESY OF PTERRORDACTYL! YA SEE THAT KID? YOU'D BETTER BELIEVE HE GETS A RAT! AND YOU CAN THANK LITTLE TANAKA YUKI FOR BRINGING ME HERE, KIDS!"

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[h2]Video Star[/h2]
Spandez stood beside the thermometer meters, watching as they skyrocketed from the collected sorrow of those children. With a wave of his hand, he grinned to the audience.

"CAN YOU BELIEVE IT FOLKS!? Pterrordactyl hits it out of the park again, and our hidden cameras are there to capture every second of it! He's racked up over eighty-thousand credits in tax-free prize money, and he's destroyed enough of that food to win himself a Badurong Kitchenware Toaster, a five hundred credit gift certificate to Spacey's department store, but also the brand new Mark 47 Badurong Cosmic Roadster personal spacecraft! NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL-"

"BIG MONEY! BIG PRIZES!"

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