Disclaimer: Just as in the rest of the story, I do not own the WWE.

"Isn't this exciting?" Bo chirped to no one in particular. The kindergarteners were gathered in their classroom for what seemed to be the last time, even though it was only the beginning of the day.

"It is not," Rey countered. "I'm gonna miss everybody."

"Don't worry, Rey," Bo assured the child in question. "We'll all see each other next year."

"But summer vacation takes too long," Rey whined.

"Who knows?" Bo replied with a grin. "We could see each other over summer break. We do live in the same city, after all."

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Later on, at recess, the children clustered together near the swing set. "What are we going to do without each other?" Punk enquired.

"I think I'm finally going to learn to ride that bike my grandma got me for Christmas," Daniel mused aloud.

"Well that's nice," Sheamus grumbled. "The rest of us are going to be bored, though." Kane glowered at him.

"Guys," Bo broke in, "We're all friends here. We shouldn't be fighting."

"The fact of the matter is that we're not going to see each other until next year," Bray interrupted. "We need to do something really special to make up for it."

"Not a bad plan," Dean declared. "What should we do?"

"The kindergarten graduation ceremony is tonight," Bray said simply. "We could make it something Ms. McMahon will never forget."

The children quickly put their heads together and began to plot. Occasionally, a maniacal giggle would perforate the quiet murmuring, likely coming from Kane or Undertaker. And so the last day of school passed, filled with secrecy and scheming.

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Much later, the kindergarten graduation ceremony was about to begin. "Is everything ready?" Bray asked Dean.

"Yep," Dean replied with a devious grin. "Everything's in place and the adults don't suspect a thing."

"Are you guys sure we should be doing this?" Rey asked somewhat timidly.

"Of course not, but that's the beauty of it," Sheamus laughed.

"The adults are starting to quiet down," Roman alerted them, appearing in the doorway. "It's showtime."

At Ms. McMahon's prompting, the children obediently lined up at the door. Walking down the aisle between the rows of parents, they looked innocent enough. However, no one over the age of six knew what was about to occur.

Now standing before the adults, the kindergarteners looked at Shawn expectantly. Taking a deep breath, he stepped up to the podium, ready to give his last presidential speech. Triple H followed close behind.

"Parents, friends, Ms. McMahon, we are all gathered here to celebrate the passing of an era. Through this year, we have learned a lot of things through our adventures.

"But, there was one thing that stood out most to all of us. It's that we should always look up..." he said, pointing towards the ceiling. Several parents did so, much to the surprise of quite a few children.

Most prominent among those surprised children were Kofi and Seth, both of whom had climbed up to the rafters with bottles of bright green paint. "Oh dear," Seth muttered.

"That's my boy up there!" a woman shrieked.

"Hi, mom," Kofi called down. "Don't worry. It's safe up here."

"Someone get them down from there!" another parent yelled.

Mr. McMahon strode into the room, somehow looking both concerned and confused at the same time. "What is going on?" he asked.

Shawn pulled a paint bottle of his own from seemingly out of nowhere. He then proceeded to casually aim at the principal's suit. With shocking accuracy, he squirted the bright green contents of the bottle onto the principal.

"Shawn Michaels!" Mr. McMahon bellowed. "You are in serious trouble!"

"I think that's our cue to run for our lives," Shawn noted.

"Scatter!" Triple H shouted. The entire class ran in differing directions, effectively confusing the adults.

Unfortunately, the children were quickly caught and had their paint confiscated. Their plan foiled, they sat quietly for a time while Ms. McMahon gave them a rather stern lecture.

Afterwards, Shawn separated himself from the group. "We're sorry, Ms. McMahon," he said, sounding shockingly genuine.

"Plan B?" Triple H whispered. Shawn nodded in response.

"Well, that's alright, Shawn," Ms. McMahon replied. "But we can't have this with the first grade teacher."

"We know," Shawn responded. "We're just going to miss your class."

"That's really sweet," Ms. McMahon noted.

With a discreet motion, the future members of D-Generation X told the rest of the class to come forward and gather around the teacher. "We'll miss you, Ms. McMahon!" the children chorused, trapping their teacher in the middle of a rather large group hug.

Thus ended the kindergarten year of the WWE Superstars.

However, as was alluded to at the beginning of this chapter, you haven't seen the last of them. That's right, dear reader, you can look forward to something new next month. It will state in the summary that it is a sequel to this story, so it shouldn't be too difficult to find.

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