Look at the funny site, mummy

I was just heading down to the shops to get myself something for lunch, when I heard a commotion in the playground. There was the sound of laughter and cheering, and also a revving engine and squealing tyres.
I went around the corner to see that not only were some of the boys driving a car round and round the playground, but also that it was my car they were driving.
I ran towards them, waving my hands and shouting "stop! stop!".
The car did a handbrake turn and screamed towards me. It screeched to a halt inches from my legs and a third former poked his head out of the driver's window and said: "Yeah? What d'you want?"
"What are you doing driving around in my car?" I asked, angrily.
"Teacher said I could," said the boy.
"What teacher?" I demanded furiously.
There was a discussion in the car, then one of the other boys shouted: "Mr. Turdington in the Drama Department. He said we had to get into character."
"Oh right," I said as they sped off.
It wasn't until much later that day that I discovered that there was no Mr. Turdington on the staff.
And that we don't even have a drama department.