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- Alright, Duncan, spill it.
What are you up to? - Up to?
I'm just enjoying this beautiful day, Courtney.
- Nuh-uh. I can tell by your sneaky face
that you did something and I'm going to find out!
(Tuba honks)
- Ah, what was that noise?
(Tuba honks)
- What's wrong, Chef?
- (Mumbles)
- You sat on your dog?
Your watermelon was trampled!
(Tuba honks) - Are you stuck to your tuba?
(Muffled yes)
- (Snickers)
- (Gasp) You glued him to his tuba!
- Wha- who, moi? Pfft.
Of course I did. It's all part of my genius plan.
- Which is?
- Incapacitate Chef so he has to call a supply teacher...
then do whatever we want all day
because supply teachers are total pushovers.
(Cackles)
- Really?
Our last supply teacher turned out to be an evil robot
that hunted us all down and tried to destroy us.
(Crashing)
(Electricity zaps) - Ahhhhh!
- Still turned out to be a fun day.
Plus, if there's one thing I know about myself,
it's that I never learn my lesson.
- (Mumbles)
- I've glued myself to lots of stuff,
so I speak this language.
It's okay. Shhhh.
Talk to me.
- (Mumbles, honk) - Yes. Uh-huh.
- (Mumbles, honk) - Yes. Okay.
(Mumbles, honk)
- He says to get unglued he needs to go to a hospital--
(Mumbles, honk) - Or a music store.
(Buttons click)
- How did you get so good at that?
- Remind me to never use that phone.
- (Mumbles, honk) - Chef says he texted someone
to come look after us for the day.
(Doorbell)
(Mumbles, honk)
- And cue the sucker, right on time.
- Hello, class. I'm Chef's Mom.
- It's an old lady - jackpot!
This is gonna be easier than I thought.
I'll be right back.
- I'll be looking after you today
while Chef gets a tuba-ectomy!
- (Mumbles, honk) - Don't be afraid, Cheffrey,
it's a very simple procedure that only sounds scary.
It's actually really horrifying what they have to do
to get that thing off of his face.
- (Horrified screams)
- Let's all say goodbye to Chef!
(Engine rumbles)
- How does he drive like that?
(Tires screech, cashing)
(Cars honk) (Explosion)
- Well now!
I have a few ideas for things we could do together today--
- Chef made a list this is what we're doing!
That's right! Duncan's calling the shots today, lady!
- He wrote his list in crayon?
- Yup. He sure did.
(Splash)
- And got grape jelly stains on it?
- Oh yeah he's a pig. Everyone knows it.
- (Exhales)
(Worried groans)
(Whimpers)
- Does this kid think I was born yesterday?
Little punk doesn't know who he's playing with.
Okay, we'd better read this list then.
- So what're we gonna do today, Mrs. Chef's Mom?
- (reads) "Number one,
turn the slide into a wicked water slide."
Sounds fun, let's do it!
He wants fun?
Oh, I'll give him fun.
Do you know what's better than a water slide?
A water cannon!
- Wow! This is way cooler!
- Is this thing safe?!
- No.
(Water whooshes) - Ahhhh!
(Laughing)
- Again! I wanna go again!
- Everyone gets a try. Next!
- See? Thanks to me, we're actually having a good time!
(Water whooshes) - Ahhhh!
(Laughs)
(Gasps) - Ahhhhh!
(All gasp)
- (Laughing) Best. Day. Ever.
- It's okay, young man,
I know what to do!
(Blows whistle) - Ahhhhh!
Ahhhhh!
Oof! That penguin has sharp toes!
- Now, who wants to pet a vicious carnivore?
Duncan?
- (Screeches)
- No thanks, I'm cool.
- I think she's calling your bluff.
Whoa! She just threw down the gauntlet!
Maybe you should admit that you wrote the list
before someone gets hurt.
- No way. We're just gettin' started!
I got a gauntlet too.
- (Gasps)
- Oh yes I did. That just happened.
- Oh, it's on like monkey pong.
Let's see. Next on Chef's list:
go to a monster truck rally?
Really?
- If that's what the list says...
I guess Chef wanted us to see one.
- Field trip...?
- Field triiiippp!!!!!
- Yay!
(Bus rumbles)
- (Cackling)
I told you we'd have an awesome day!
The old bat's actually taking us to see monster trucks
beat each other up!
Are we gonna see Truckasaurus Rex for real?
- I suppose so!
- Yessss!
Announcer: Looks like we've got a late entry, folks,
and just in time
because Truckasaurus Rex is hungry!
- Man, I would not wanna be up against that thing.
- Well, then you're in the wrong vehicle, young man!
Wooooohooo!
Everyone hold on to somethin'
'cause we're about to school this dinosaur!
(Engine roars) All: (Scream)
(Loud smash) (Metal crashing sounds)
(Loud thuds)
Announcer: This is unbelievable.
She's headed straight for the field of fire!
Mrs. Chef's Mom: Aiyiyiyiyiyi!
Announcer: And then right through the meat grinder.
- Ahhhhh!
Announcer: Oooh! That's gonna leave ea mark -
but it's still not as bad
as the pond of piranhas!
- Woo this is fun!
(All groan)
Announcer: And they've made it to the ramp of doom!
Chef's Mom: Hold on tight!
All: Ahhhhh! (Teeth snapping)
- Still think all supply teachers are pushovers?
(Loud crash)
It's okay, Courtney,
you're just having a nightmare.
Wake up. (smack) wake up! (smack) Wake up!!!
- Should we see what's next on the list?
Or maybe we should put it away and have some nice,
quiet, safe reading time.
What do you think... Duncan?
- Never.
(Popping shoulder back in) Uh, owwww!
I have never let a supply teacher beat me
and I'm in way too deep to do give in now.
(Shouts) Have fun or die! (Bones cracks)
- Okie dokie then.
Oooh! The list says we're going to a rodeo.
- Excellent choice. - I agree.
- (Sighs) I love horsies!
- Why bother with horsies
when we can ride the bulls!
- Are you happy now?
We're all doomed!
- It's not my fault!
I said go to a rodeo not go in one!
- Have you considered that she's just punishing
all of us because you made a fake list?!
Now fess up, before someone gets really hurt!
- Pfft. No chance.
She'll give in. You'll see-eeeeee!
- Giddy up! (Smack) - Mooo!
- Chef's Mom is a maniac!
- You think?!
Announcer: Looks like we've got some late entries, folks!
(Screaming)
Announcer: Wooodoggie,
it's a monster truck first!
- Mooo!
(Crashing sounds)
- Wooohoohooo hahahaha!!!
- Phew! (Gasp)
Aaaaahhhh!
- Phew! - Ahhh!
- Moooooo! Duncan: (Pained groan)
- You have to get that list back or we're done!
- (Spits out tooth) And get in trouble?
No way. If this is her idea of fun
just imagine how brutal her punishments would be!
(Both shudder)
- The next item on the list says...
go on the moon rocket ride at Spaceland.
Duncan, doesn't that sound fun?
- (Gulps)
At least she can't make that scarier than it is. Right?
You can't do this! We're kids!
You can't send us to the moon on a real rocket?!
- (Laughs)
Not the moon, sillies.
You're going to the sun!
- What??
(All screaming)
- Now count with me kids:
5, 4, 3...
- (Farting) Ahhh.
Even my bum is screaming!
- She's not bluffing!
- 2...1! - Stop! Don't do it!
- Stop! - Hold up, Barry!
(Rumbling stops)
- Something to say, Duncan?
- (Struggles) Fine.
I made the list, not Chef!
I don't want to fly into the sun!
I just want to have a quiet nap time, play a few board games,
and wait in an orderly fashion for pick-up. Please.
Pleeeeease!
- Duncan, the next time you make a fake list -
don't sign it.
- Man she's cool.
- And that, is how it's done!
- Hello kids! I'm back!
Whoa. It's so... peaceful.
(Snoring)
- What happened??
- Hello son.
Glad to see you're unstuck from your tuba.
- Sure am. Did you have fun with the kids?
- I really did,
and the kids were just wonderful.
Right Duncan?
See? He's good.
- Thanks, Mom, I knew I could count on you.
Just let me put this away.
(Loud moo) - Aaaahhh!
Why is there a bull in my office?!
Ahhhhhh!! No! Helllppp! (Hooves thunder, Mooing)
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