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It took a lot of persuasion, but finally the Mask was taken to the Infirmary.  The doctor on duty began by trying to check the Mask's heartbeat only to find out that she didn't appear to have one.  He was so busy listening to his stethoscope that he failed to notice the Mask taking a small wind up alarm clock out of a pocket and swallow it.  Upon finally hearing what sounded like a heartbeat he listened closer until the alarm went off, partially deafening him.  The next was the old favourite; "looking in the ear".  The lights in the infirmary had been dimmed at this point, so it was easy to spot the beam of light from the doctor's instrument shining right through the Mask's head and onto the wall she was sitting beside.

Next came the reflex testing.  This didn't get very far either; tapping one knee caused the leg to drop off completely, then make a spirited escape attempt through the infirmary door.   Trying the elbow produced no results at all.  "Here, try this," the Mask offered, pulling a wooden mallet with a Beer Barrel sized head out of nowhere and handing it to the astonished doctor.  The blood pressure test was the worst of the lot because at that point the Newspaper Club decided to pay a visit to see how things were going.  As soon as the Mask caught sight of Tsukune the mercury gauge did a creditable impression of a volcano; spewing the mercury so forcefully it splattered on the ceiling.

Eventually the tests were finished and the doctor was forced to admit that against all expectation, the Mask was perfectly healthy.  "Told you so!"  The Mask replied gleefully, flexing a bicep into the size and shape of a Hovis loaf accompanied by the of a spring being stretched.

Once outside the infirmary, the Mask immediately latched onto Tsukune's arm.  "Shall we?"  She asked in a voice practically dripping with syrup.  They both felt it at the same time; akin to a blast of wind there was a surge of Yokai energy.  Thanks to the training Tsukune had received, he could tell that the energy was coming from the other members of the Newspaper Club, the ferocity of the energy surge indicating that they were very angry.  Reacting just in time, Tsukune pushed the Mask to the left, flinging himself to the right, narrowly avoiding the washtub that landed right where they had been standing a few moments earlier.  The Mask rebounded off the wall she'd been pushed towards, right into the path of another washtub that landed on her head with a humorous Cloing! The Mask's head was squashed flat as a pancake.  In true cartoon fashion; despite having a flattened head and being completely unable to see, staggering, blundering and stumbling around like a drunkard, the Mask was still able to dodge every attack the Newspaper Club threw, often appearing to dodge through (continuous) good luck; for example staggering to the left resulted in her dodging several of Yukari's Tarot cards, which in turn blocked a jet of ice from Mizore, but when Kurumu attempted to attack with her talons the Mask had staggered back to the right and slipped on the frozen cards, dropping to the floor with Kurumu's talons whizzing over the top of her head, missing it by centimetres.  Attempting to get up, the Mask hit Kurumu on the chin, in turn knocking her into Yukari prompting a washtub to land on Mizore's head, causing all three of the Newspaper Club members to get frozen to the wall by a randomized ice jet.

The Mask finally got her head back to normal with a humorous Pop! just in time to see Kurumu flying at top speed towards her with talons fully extended.  "Whoa, whoa, hold on!  I have a glass jaw you know!"  Kurumu swung.  There was the Ka-kresh! of a breaking vase and the Mask disintegrated into thousands of twinkling glass shards that fell to the floor in a heap.  "I'm really broken up about this," her voice came out of nowhere in an accusatory tone, whilst one of her eyes glared out of one of the larger sized glass shards.  "You just wait 'til I pull myself together!"  With a musical tinkling the pile of shards swept itself up into a small cloud/twister, which congealed into a figure.  The Newspaper Club stared.  Nothing on the figure was where it should have been; an arm was located in the small of the back, a leg replaced the head and neck, the head itself replaced one of the arms...in short the thing in front of them resembled a clay figurine that had been bashed about by a child in the throes of a tantrum.   The Mask's eyes opened, revealing an expression of complete, utter and total insanity.  "Look Ma!  I'm a Picasso!"  The Mask began to zigzag off down the passage, mumbling slightly disjointed phrases in a slurred tone of voice; "Let dat be a les'n t'you...thiss's on'y a Time Out, unnerstan'?  Jus'wait 'til I get mesel' sorted...Ya know a goo' Pharmacist?  Oooh, my achin' head..."

Description
It took a lot of persuasion, but finally the Mask was taken to the Infirmary.  The doctor on duty began by trying to check the Mask's heartbeat only to find out that she didn't appear to have one.  He was so busy listening to his stethoscope that he failed to notice the Mask taking a small wind up alarm clock out of a pocket and swallow it.  Upon finally hearing what sounded like a heartbeat he listened closer until the alarm went off, partially deafening him.  The next was the old favourite; "looking in the ear".  The lights in the infirmary had been dimmed at this point, so it was easy to spot the beam of light from the doctor's instrument shining right through the Mask's head and onto the wall she was sitting beside.

Next came the reflex testing.  This didn't get very far either; tapping one knee caused the leg to drop off completely, then make a spirited escape attempt through the infirmary door.   Trying the elbow produced no results at all.  "Here, try this," the Mask offered, pulling a wooden mallet with a Beer Barrel sized head out of nowhere and handing it to the astonished doctor.  The blood pressure test was the worst of the lot because at that point the Newspaper Club decided to pay a visit to see how things were going.  As soon as the Mask caught sight of Tsukune the mercury gauge did a creditable impression of a volcano; spewing the mercury so forcefully it splattered on the ceiling.

Eventually the tests were finished and the doctor was forced to admit that against all expectation, the Mask was perfectly healthy.  "Told you so!"  The Mask replied gleefully, flexing a bicep into the size and shape of a Hovis loaf accompanied by the of a spring being stretched.

Once outside the infirmary, the Mask immediately latched onto Tsukune's arm.  "Shall we?"  She asked in a voice practically dripping with syrup.  They both felt it at the same time; akin to a blast of wind there was a surge of Yokai energy.  Thanks to the training Tsukune had received, he could tell that the energy was coming from the other members of the Newspaper Club, the ferocity of the energy surge indicating that they were very angry.  Reacting just in time, Tsukune pushed the Mask to the left, flinging himself to the right, narrowly avoiding the washtub that landed right where they had been standing a few moments earlier.  The Mask rebounded off the wall she'd been pushed towards, right into the path of another washtub that landed on her head with a humorous Cloing! The Mask's head was squashed flat as a pancake.  In true cartoon fashion; despite having a flattened head and being completely unable to see, staggering, blundering and stumbling around like a drunkard, the Mask was still able to dodge every attack the Newspaper Club threw, often appearing to dodge through (continuous) good luck; for example staggering to the left resulted in her dodging several of Yukari's Tarot cards, which in turn blocked a jet of ice from Mizore, but when Kurumu attempted to attack with her talons the Mask had staggered back to the right and slipped on the frozen cards, dropping to the floor with Kurumu's talons whizzing over the top of her head, missing it by centimetres.  Attempting to get up, the Mask hit Kurumu on the chin, in turn knocking her into Yukari prompting a washtub to land on Mizore's head, causing all three of the Newspaper Club members to get frozen to the wall by a randomized ice jet.

The Mask finally got her head back to normal with a humorous Pop! just in time to see Kurumu flying at top speed towards her with talons fully extended.  "Whoa, whoa, hold on!  I have a glass jaw you know!"  Kurumu swung.  There was the Ka-kresh! of a breaking vase and the Mask disintegrated into thousands of twinkling glass shards that fell to the floor in a heap.  "I'm really broken up about this," her voice came out of nowhere in an accusatory tone, whilst one of her eyes glared out of one of the larger sized glass shards.  "You just wait 'til I pull myself together!"  With a musical tinkling the pile of shards swept itself up into a small cloud/twister, which congealed into a figure.  The Newspaper Club stared.  Nothing on the figure was where it should have been; an arm was located in the small of the back, a leg replaced the head and neck, the head itself replaced one of the arms...in short the thing in front of them resembled a clay figurine that had been bashed about by a child in the throes of a tantrum.   The Mask's eyes opened, revealing an expression of complete, utter and total insanity.  "Look Ma!  I'm a Picasso!"  The Mask began to zigzag off down the passage, mumbling slightly disjointed phrases in a slurred tone of voice; "Let dat be a les'n t'you...thiss's on'y a Time Out, unnerstan'?  Jus'wait 'til I get mesel' sorted...Ya know a goo' Pharmacist?  Oooh, my achin' head..."