Sock Invasion at Primary School No. 13

At Primary School No. 13, there was an atmosphere that was completely unmistakable. It was here that the teachers had a sense of humour so great that sometimes they could not refrain from laughing even at the staff council, and the pupils - from mischief. The most famous bunch was Bartek, who claimed to have a magnetic index finger; Anka, the master of rubber chicken jokes; Julek, known for always carrying at least five sandwiches, just in case; and Nina, who could imitate any teacher in such a way that even the headmaster himself did not know whether he was talking to himself. One grey Monday, when it seemed that nothing interesting was going to happen, Bartek ran into the cloakroom in search of his second sneakers. Instead of a shoe, he saw... a moving, striped sock! The sock neatly rolled under the bench, spun around three times and came to a standstill right by the door. - Hey, did you see that! - cried Bartek. The whole pack ran up and before they had time to be surprised, another sock came running. This time it was in peas and marched proudly, hopping like a frog. - I think I got up too early today... - whispered Nina, and Julek added while chewing his sandwich: - Maybe it's some new fashion? Sock emancipation? Within five minutes, there were already a dozen different socks running around the cloakroom: with stars, stripes and even a cat in glasses. Each one was behaving more strangely than the last. One tried to climb the ladders, another started dancing something that resembled a cancan. Suddenly, a quiet voice rang out: - Ci-quiet, or they'll find us! - It said... a sock with yellow bananas. The friends looked at each other with wide-open eyes. Suddenly the door to the cloakroom swung open. Mr Edward, the caretaker, known for his ability to sniff out even the smallest mischief, stepped inside. All the socks froze in an instant. Only one, in red unicorns, climbed onto Nina's jacket and whispered: - 'You have to help us, otherwise...'. At that moment, Mr Edward grunted and looked towards the pack, and there was a silence in the cloakroom so deep that only the beating of hearts and the quiet squeaking of socks could be heard. What will the children do? Why have the socks come to life? And what do they really need to hide from?