[WHAT IF: Mister Missile saved someone?]

Well, isn’t your day going down the drain! You have failed Mister Scizz’ anatomy class, and now the crazed anatomy instructor is after you, giggling maniacally.

You kept running, until you were cornered by the green-haired menace.

Mister Scizz: “It’s the end of the line, brat~ I’m going to enjoy slowly dissecting you piece by pie-“

JUST before his scissors would reach you, he was met with a certain…stoked military teacher, an arm rocket pointed behind Scizz.

Mister Missile: “Scizz, drop it.”