The theme of this story is that fate is the strongest judge, as seen in the line "Well, this is where fate, an even bigger force than Priscilla,
steps in. It snows all that night, a blizzard. The whole town ices up. And school closes for a week." This occurs after Monk is stuffed in a locker, trapping him in the school and leaving his fate grim.
“Let’s call it a pass for very short people,” says the Kobra, “a dwarf tax.”
“A pass for what this time?” Melvin asks
This school was old Monk’s Garden of Eden.
Who is it around here who doesn't know Monk Klutter?
The ones who were a little slow in handing over a cut of their lunch money and were therefore barred from the cafeteria. Monk ran a tight ship.
Anyway, up to Melvin’s locker swaggers one of the Kobras. Never mind his name. Gang members don’t need names.
Pretty soon Monk himself slides up. He jerks his head once, and his Kobras slither off down the hall. He’s going to handle this interesting case personally. “Who is it around here doesn’t know Monk Klutter?”
Priscilla’s behind him in another easy motion. And with a single mighty thrust forward, frog-marches Monk into her own locker. It’s incredible. His ostrich-skin boots click once in the air. And suddenly he’s gone, neatly wedged into the locker, a perfect fit.
Theme Statement: Well, this is where fate, an even bigger force than Priscilla,steps in.