♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
NARRATOR: Previously, on a very special Clone High...
Harriet broke up with Toussaint to get back together
-with Confucius... -(SMOOCHES)
...without realizing that the ship had sailed.
By “ship,” I mean “floating staircase.”
And by “sailed,” I mean “off into the sunset”
with Joan of Arc.
I just did so many air quotes right there.
(CHUCKLES) I honestly never know what to do with my hands.
♪ ("CLONE HIGH THEME SONG" BY ABANDONED POOLS PLAYING) ♪
♪ Way, way back in the 1980s ♪
♪ Secret government employees Dug up famous guys and ladies ♪
♪ And made amusing Genetic copies ♪
♪ Then the clones As teens were frozen ♪
♪ Thawed out decades later Why? ♪
♪ Back for reasons They’re not disclosin’ ♪
♪ Giving high school Another try ♪
♪ It’s time To watch Clone High ♪
♪ Energetic and engaging Clone High ♪
♪ Our angst is entertaining Clone High ♪
♪ (THEME SONG CONCLUDES) ♪
♪ (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
It won’t be long now, Mr. B. Soon the clones will be off
to ski week, and our faculty staycation week
can begin!
-I need a week off so bad. -So bad. I’m, like, dying.
I’m, like, double dying.
Why do you always have to one-up me?
Why do you always have to two-up me? Oh, I hear it now.
-(BUS HONKING) -Ah, yes, the bus is here.
I booked the cheapest trip I could find,
so we could have some fun with the leftover cash.
Looks like you saved a ton of money.
(CLATTERS)
-(LAUGHS) -(LAUGHS)
I saved so much money. Yes.
STUDENTS: Ski week! Ski week! Ski week! Ski week!
(MOANING, SMOOCHES)
Baby, I’m gonna miss you so much.
(CHUCKLES)
Baby, I’m gonna text you every minute.
Don’t forget about me in the next two days, baby.
(MOANING, SMOOCHES)
Aw, baby, I wish I could go with you, baby.
Damn my allergy to the vinyl they use on bus seats!
Oh baby, damn it to hell, baby!
(MOANING, SMOOCHES)
Come on, bud, we gotta get good seats.
-Oh, my baby. Bye, baby! -♪ (ROCK MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
Bye, baby! I’ll text you the whole time, baby!
Let’s get that big bench in the back,
so I have room to maneuver with the ladies.
You know it’s been almost a day since I announced I was done
being a born-again virgin.
(CHUCKLES) I'm still a born-again virgin.
(CHUCKLES) This bus better look out!
♪ (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (ROCK MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
Hey, have you told Harriet about us yet?
-Not exactly. -Babe?
It’s hard because our relationship
is mostly her telling me things.
But now we’re stuck in limbo. We can’t move forward
with our relationship until Harriet knows the truth.
You’re right. And you totally have my blessing to tell her.
Oh, my goodness.
-Me? -You’re her best friend!
You can recover from this!
Hey! Did somebody take my night retainer?
Just 'cause if someone took my stuff,
especially something I’ve been sleeping with
for the last six months, I will hunt you down
and I will make-- Oh, sorry. Here it is. (CHUCKLES)
You know, I think Harriet’s probably had enough excitement
-for one day. -Just tell her about us!
♪ (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-Uh, I’m sorry, Avalanche Point? -Sounds pretty gnarly, huh?
Not exactly where I would have picked
for our first vacation together.
I don’t know, babe. I bet it has some killer runs.
Oh, they’re killer all right. Killer... to death!
-(CACKLES) -(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(SCREAMS) I know it’s comin’ and it still gets me.
(EXCLAIMS) Job done.
Now, we’ve got a week to just hang.
-Like bros. -A few drinks, a few laughs.
I’m going to learn how to make lasagna.
(IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE) I love lasagna!
I can’t wait to spend all this quality time together.
-Ah, come on. -Which one of you is going
as the clones' chaperone?
Not it! (GRUNTS)
Help! I’m claustrophobic!
-Wes-- -He’s fine.
-MR. BUTLERTRON: I'm not fine... -(GROANS) Okay, you and I
are gonna spend the week installing security cameras
-in the clones’ lockers. -Hmm?
It’s gonna be hours of grueling, back-breaking--
I changed my mind! Stop! Stop the bus! Shit!
♪ (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(CLONES SMOOCH, SLURP)
This weekend’s gonna be so fire, babe.
It’s gonna be like a roasted marshmallow.
Hot and crispy.
We got back together just at the right time.
Yeah, totally. Uh, did you know marshmallows are bones?
That’s a fun fact, right?
Mm-hmm. Should we make out a little bit?
I would, but I get car sick, and the last thing I want to do
is throw up in your mouth. Unless it’s consensual.
Yeah, no. It would never be.
(CONFUCIUS GROANS)
You know, I’m actually feeling a little nauseous right now.
I better go to the bathroom and sort this out.
I’ll bring back some to prove I was really sick.
What?
I’m just saying, I’m-- I'm really sick.
-(GRUNTS) -♪ (ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-Hey. -Hey. (GASPS)
(MOANS, SMOOCHES)
I’ve been waiting forever for that.
So, how was Harriet after you told her?
-Um... (GROANS) -You haven’t done it yet?
-I’ve been trying! -Why’d you let me kiss you?
It’s like we just cheated on her.
I can’t do it on my own. I’m not strong enough.
Okay, okay, we’ll do it together.
As soon as we arrive.
I love that plan.
But no more kissing until we tell her.
Totally.
Just maybe one to seal the deal.
-Like a handshake, but a kiss. -Exactly.
-(SLURPING, GRUNTING) That’s it. -(SLURPING, GRUNTING) No more.
♪ (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
MR. B: I can’t be stuck in enclosed spaces like this.
It makes me... (SPLUTTERS) ...glitch.
(SPLUTTERS) Oh, God! Please someone help!
(SPLUTTERS) I’m all the help you need.
(SPLUTTERS) Gulp. Whimper.
What’s going on? All the ladies are currently spoken for.
Sorry, give me a sec.
Just told Mary you’re still a BAV.
That means "born-again virgin."
Whoa, w-- why’d you tell her that?
We tell each other everything.
Hey, how crazy is it that an actual virgin like myself
is having more luck with the ladies
-than you right now? (LAUGHS) -(CELLPHONE BUZZES)
Oh, she’s even funnier on text. I can’t keep up.
♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(CLONES SMOOCH, SLURP)
(GROANS)
(CLONES CHEER)
Enjoy your stay.
-Forever. (CACKLES) -(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(SCREAMS) God dang lightning!
Gonna give me a fucking heart attack!
(EVIL VOICE) Destroy, destroy, destroy! (GROANS)
I’m free, sigh of relief. Now, I can relax.
(EVIL VOICE) Unless you get us trapped again.
(NORMAL VOICE) Yeah, right. Like that could happen twice.
-♪ (PLAYFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -(CLONES GASP)
-(BEAR ROARS) -(MOOSE MOOS)
-(FIRE CRACKLES) -(CLONES LAUGH)
-Wow. -This is nice.
-It’s huge. -Who wants lasagna tonight?
-Me. -Yes.
-Lasagna? -Mr. B’s here?
Okay, this is actually much better than I expected.
What should we do first? Hot tub?
We’ve been sitting on that bus for hours.
Why don’t we hit the slopes and try out this sweet
tandem board I got for us?
Oh, honey, no. I don’t ski. I après-ski.
-Oh! What if we go shopping? -Oh, way ahead of you.
Look at this.
-Babe, did you get me something? -I got us something.
-Check it out. -Oh my God, they’re fleece.
Uh-huh.
Babe, I only wear clothes that enhance my figure.
-Like this. -♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-FRIDA KAHLO: Whoa! -Yeah, you gotta return those.
I can’t. They say, “Cleda’s First Vacation.”
Yikes.
Besides, they’re so comfortable. And durable and lightweight.
-Uh-huh. -I promise, once you try it on,
-you’re gonna be thanking me. -Mm-hmm. So great.
Where’s Harriet? Let’s get this over with.
Yeah, we’ll just rip the Band-Aid off.
-Can I tell you guys a secret? -(GASPS)
Who said anything about secrets?
-What secret? -I’ve never been skiing before.
(SIGHS) Feels so good to get off my chest.
Can I count on my bestie
and my boyfie to show me the ropes?
-Uh, yeah. -Of course.
I trust you two with my life.
I’m so glad we’re doing this together.
-Me, too. -So blessed.
Let’s get out there!
-(GROANS) -(GROANS)
Ooh, a roaring fire!
(CELLPHONE CAMERA CLICKS)
A symbol of my burning desire for you, my love. Send.
-(PHONE BUZZES) -Hey, that was quick.
What is...
♪ (TRIUMPHANT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Oh. My. God.
I got a boob pic!
Really? Let me see.
Sorry, bud, this one’s for my eyes only.
-What about a sniff then? -You want to sniff the picture?
I don’t know. Yeah? Is that a problem?
I guess not.
-(SNIFFS) -ABE: That’s enough of a sniff!
Come on, find your own boobs!
Time to get serious.
Hey, Vespucci, what’s our elevation here?
Seven thousand three hundred feet.
Copy that. Pythagoras, what’s that in miles?
-♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -Roughly 1.3.
Who wants to join the 1.3-mile high club?
PYTHAGORAS: Roughly!
Oh, you better believe it!
PODCASTER: Once your oven has pre-heated to 375 degrees,
place the tray inside.
-♪ (WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -(OVEN DOOR CLOSING)
PODCASTER: Congratulations. You’re now cooking lasagna.
Mamma mia!
-♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -JOAN OF ARC: Okay, Harriet.
Just make your way to that line before the chair comes.
Oh, okay, well I better go. Who’s coming with me?
-You’re the boyfriend! -But you’re the best friend!
Ah, just get the next one.
We can’t let this drag out any longer.
The last thing we want is for her to find out
from someone else that we’re together.
I do like hearing you say that we’re together.
But it’s not official! Not yet.
♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Okay, when we get off the lift, let’s just do it.
Absolutely.
It’s the perfect time to tell her.
Surrounded by all this natural beauty.
She can’t possibly get upset in a place like this.
Right?
♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
I bet she’s gonna be happy for us.
Guys, look how high we are!
-Oh, my God! -Yeah, so high!
-(SIGHS) -(SIGHS)
♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
That was close.
As soon as we get off this thing,
-we’re doing it. -Absolutely.
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(CHUCKLES)
Here it comes. Let’s do it.
-I chickened out. -(SIGHS) Me, too.
-Hey! -(ALL SHUSH)
-♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -(SNOW RUMBLES)
Why didn’t you get off? Where are you going?
-We messed up! -We’ll see you back there!
-CONFUCIUS: Our bad! -Oh.
♪ (PLAYFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Where are all the ladies, JFK?
(CHUCKLES) Just 'cause you can’t see them,
doesn’t mean they’re not here. Eh? Eh?
(SIGHS) Nah, there’s no one here.
(GROANS) I can’t get rid of this virginity!
You wanna hop in while there’s room?
I’d love to, but I got a little situation here.
I don’t know how to respond to Mary’s boob pic.
I’ve never done sexting before.
-Send her a dick pic. -Seriously?
Yeah, you wanna see the panties,
you gotta up the antes, you know?
I mean, what if she doesn’t like the pic?
What if she just zeroes in on all the flaws?
You got a lot of flaws on your wang?
No. I mean, I don’t think so. I don’t know what she’s looking
for ding-dongily.
Here’s what I know. She showed you her boobies,
and the longer you wait to respond,
the more she’s gonna think you didn’t like what you saw.
I don’t know.
What do you mean you don’t know?
Well, you don’t seem to be on fire
with the ladies right now. I mean, maybe the game
has changed since the last time you were on the market.
What? (CHUCKLES) That’s insane. Look, here, I’ll prove it.
Wait, what are you doing? What’s happening?
(CELLPHONE CAMERA CLICKS)
-What did you do? -My dick pics never fail.
She’s gonna think it’s yours
and you’re off to the races, baby!
Oh my God, she’s typing.
Relax! When we get back,
she’s gonna want to jump your bones!
I think me and Frida are totally incompatible.
There, there. (GRUNTS)
-♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -I never noticed it at school,
probably because we’re just stuck in class
and we make the best of it, but now that we can do
whatever we want, it’s so clear that we have nothing in common.
Well, if you want some cheering up,
I know somebody who could have sex with you
for several minutes.
Ew, gross! That's not what I meant.
All right, there’s also this new thing I do
that involves whips and whippets that I--
Okay, I’m out.
(BREATHES DEEPLY) Hey, wait! It’s not “whippets” the drugs,
it’s the skinny dogs! They’re called “whippets!”
What is going on here?
-Oh, God! She hated it! -What?
The picture of your penis. And she thinks it’s mine!
No way.
Abe! Wait, wait, wait. What was the issue? The twig?
The berries? The underbrush? Talk to me!
-♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -(SNOW RUMBLES)
(TIMER RINGS)
PODCASTER: Now that your lasagna is fully cooked,
the hard part begins.
Allowing 15 minutes to cool before digging in.
-(LAUGHING) -(LAUGHS) Laugh.
You must’ve misread the message.
There’s no possible way she didn’t like it.
She sent a thumbs down, JFK!
-God! What do I do now? -♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Okay, well-- well, let me try another one.
The lighting was probably bad.
-Absolutely not! -I can fix this.
No!
Let me fix this! I promise, my dick pics are home runs!
Right out of the park and into the bedroom!
Don’t! JFK! Stop sexting... (YELLING) ...my girlfriend!
♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(ALARM RINGING)
(BOTH GRUNT, GROAN)
-Okay, it’s now or never. -JFK: No! (PANTING, GROANING)
First thing out of our mouths,
we say, “Harriet, we’re together.”
-Absolutely. -Harriet, we’re together.
Yeah, we are. Finally!
-She misinterpreted me. -(JFK GROANING)
Harriet, there’s something we need to tell you.
-Joan and I-- -Everyone, listen up!
There’s an avalanche warning in effect.
Apparently they can be triggered by...
-(WHISPERING) ...loud noises. -(YELLING) What?
(WHISPERING) Let’s keep it down.
-Okay. -Got it.
-Fair enough!
So, what were you gonna tell me?
Tell you?
Why you didn’t get off the lift? What’s going on?
Just to clarify,
yelling would be a bad thing right now.
The worst.
I promise it’s not as bad as making me wait another second
to hear your explanation.
Okay, but when we say it, you can’t yell.
-Why would I yell? -Why would she yell?
-What’s the big deal? -(SHUSHES)
-Is everything okay? -Yes, everything’s okay.
Everyone’s fine.
Well, then say it.
-We’re a couple. -We’re dating.
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Okay. (LAUGHS MOCKINGLY) Very funny.
You already played this little game, remember?
-It’s not a game. -It’s real, Harriet.
Uh, are you serious? Um, for how long? (CHUCKLES)
No time, really. We haven’t kissed or anything.
-Well... -Okay, we kissed once or twice.
-(CHUCKLES) -(CHUCKLES)
The last one was like a handshake.
Yeah, it was basically like this.
JOAN: Like this, but you know, imagine tongues.
Yeah, I got it. (EXHALES)
We’ve been trying to tell you, Harriet.
Just, uh, making me look like a fool.
No, we’re the fools.
(YELLING) Don’t you tell me who the fools are, Joan!
Okay, Harriet, just remember to stay calm.
(SCREAMING) I’m fucking calm!
-♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -(SNOW RUMBLES)
(ALL SCREAMING) Avalanche!
♪ (INTENSE MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
Oh, God! How do we get out?
I’ve got no service. (YELLING) I’ve got no service!
(YELLING) We’re trapped!
PODCASTER: Now, a sprinkle of parsley
and it’s ready to share, or keep all to yourself.
-(LAUGHING) -(CHUCKLES) Naughty podcaster!
This is all your fault!
If you hadn’t been sneaking around behind my back,
I never would have screamed.
We wanted to tell you sooner!
We just couldn’t decide how or when,
or what words to use!
There’s so much that goes into a project like this!
You’re not the easiest person to disappoint, Harriet.
Hmm. Okay, well, here’s an idea, stop disappointing me!
I’m sorry, but this is also JFK’s fault.
I only yelled because he sent my girlfriend a dick pic.
-She was supposed to like it! -That doesn’t make it better!
Everybody, we’re wasting oxygen!
Why don’t we all just stay quiet?
Fine with me.
Not like we have anything to say
-to each other anyway. -What?
We haven’t spent two seconds with each other
-since we’ve been here! -And that’s my fault?
I mean, yeah, you’re the one who likes doing lame stuff.
My stuff is not lame!
-(INDISTINCT CLAMOR) -I can’t believe I trusted you!
-This is his fault! -I’m just trying to help you!
Lasagna’s ready!
ALL: Nobody wants lasagna!
You’re joking.
We’ve got a little more important stuff
to deal with right now.
In case you hadn’t noticed, we’re trapped in here.
Trapped? No, no, no, no, no, no.
(EVIL VOICE) Yes. We’re not trapped. We’re free.
No.
(NORMAL VOICE) We can get out of this. We can escape.
-(MR. B SPLUTTERS) -(CLONES GASP)
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH, SPLUTTERS)
(EVIL VOICE) You can untie me. I’m so much better now.
Yeah, we don’t believe you.
Ah, you’ll pay for that! I’ll eat your brains! (WHIRRS)
Now, what do we do?
It’s gonna be night soon,
and it’s gonna start getting really cold in here.
Not as cold as what you did to me, though.
-Wow, Harriet, really? -What? She stole my boyfriend!
-(SNOW RUMBLING) -(CLONES SCREAMING)
If we’re gonna survive this, we have to stop yelling.
Honestly, Harriet,
you don’t have anything to be mad about anyway.
Excuse me?
Joan didn’t steal Confucius from you.
You guys broke up because you eye cheated on him
with Toussaint, remember?
Then you ended things with Toussaint
because you thought Confucius was available
and it turns out he wasn’t. Get over yourself.
If you don’t want to get over yourself,
I could get over you. Hmm...
ALL: Seriously?
What is happening? I got no game anymore!
(GROANS) This could not get any worse.
-(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) -(CLONES YELLING)
JOAN: Shit. Why'd you have to say that, JFK?
JFK: Honestly, I didn’t think it could get worse!
(PHONES CLICKING)
Uh, guys? Where’s Mr. B?
♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
MR. B: (EVIL VOICE) You shouldn’t have tied me up.
That was naughty.
(CLONES SCREAM)
(EVIL VOICE) Come out, come out, wherever you are!
This is your chaperone speaking.
It’s time to take your punishment!
I can’t believe I’m gonna die a born-again virgin!
-(SHUSHES) Nobody’s dying! -(CLEAVER SNAPPING)
(CLONE SCREAMING)
What’s the point in living?
I’ve completely lost my touch with the ladies.
You didn’t lose your touch, JFK. You were always like this.
(SCOFFS) Pardon me?
I mean, she’s right. You hit on everyone you see
and every once in a while it works.
Over time, that gives you pretty good numbers.
You never used to care when you got shot down.
That’s the only difference.
-Oh, my God. Breakthrough! -(MR. B CACKLING)
You know, when you two work together,
you make a pretty good team.
I suppose we have our moments.
-(MR. B WHIRRING) -(CLONE SCREAMING)
And I feel like the three of us could make an even better team.
-Stop right there. -Too far.
MR. B: Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.
Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.
-Kill, kill... -We have to get out
-of this hell hole. -MR. B: Kill, kill...
-I’m freezing. -MR. BU: Kill, murder.
Why didn’t you put on that nice, warm jacket Frida got you?
Ew, I would actually rather freeze to death.
Fleece is what you wear in the mountains!
And I’m sorry I was excited about our first trip together.
Oh, don’t act like I wasn’t excited
for our first trip.
I’m going to make a new lasagna now.
And this one’s going to have a different kind of meat.
(CACKLING)
I hope that’s sauce on his apron.
-♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -(SCREAMS)
(CLONES SCREAM)
♪ (MYSTICAL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(NORMAL VOICE) My God. A way out.
Why do I have this cleaver right now?
-HARRIET TUBMAN: Now! -(GRUNTS)
Everybody, look! We’re saved!
♪ (HOPEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(BREATHES SHAKILY) How are we supposed
-to get up there? -I can make it.
Wait, what if you get stuck? It’s too dangerous.
I won’t get stuck. I just need the right outfit.
-Something slimming. -Ah-ha!
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -(ZIPPER STRAINING)
-Wow. -Let’s do this.
(CLONES CHEER)
♪ (GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(FRIDA GRUNTS)
(SIGHS, GASPS)
Told you the fleeces were durable.
Okay, you proved your point about the fleeces.
Now, give me one.
-Really? -I’ll wear it my way.
(SMOOCHES)
(CLONES CHEER)
MRS. OMINOUSKY: Sorry, no one expected
this many survivors.
We only got three helicopters.
-(THUNDER RUMBLING) -(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
-(HELICOPTER CRASHING) -Two helicopters.
♪ (CHEERFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Oh, Abe. I’m so glad you’re safe.
Mary, there’s something I need to tell you.
Let me explain, Abe. Mary, that dick pic you saw,
the one you thought deserved a thumbs down,
that wasn’t Abe’s ding dong. That was mine.
I insisted on sending you a dick pic 'cause I, er, uh,
thought it would get a good response.
I was desperate for validation and it backfired.
So, please don’t blame Abe.
He certainly doesn’t deserve a thumbs down.
He deserves a thumbs up. You got a good one here.
I knew it was your penis, JFK.
-What? -What?
You’ve got so many dick pics circulating out there,
everyone knows what yours looks like.
I gave it a thumbs down because...
(CHUCKLES) ...I wanted one of Abe’s.
(CHUCKLES) Oh, that explains it.
Feel free to forward that pic to all your contacts!
Tell ‘em JFK’s playing a numbers game!
Babe, I gotta admit,
I’m really starting to like this outfit.
Next vacation, I’ll be more open to trying other stuff you like.
I guess I can try some stuff you like, too.
(SMOOCHES)
Just curious when you plan on getting that back to me
'cause it was a limited edition.
FRIDA: Yeah, totally! You’ll get it back.
(ABE AND MARY MOANING)
So, what do you say, Harriet? Are we friends again?
It feels like we do this every week, doesn’t it?
Maybe we just have to acknowledge that
sometimes we’re gonna do stuff in our own self interest
that can hurt the other person.
It doesn’t mean we don’t care about each other.
We just want the same things sometimes.
Exactly! And if we’re up front about it and talk it through,
maybe that’s enough.
That sounds a lot like frenemies.
No. Best frenemies.
-And I learned that-- -Yeah, no.
-Give us a minute. -Yeah.
I don’t know what I was gonna say anyway.
Mr. B? Has anyone seen my robot?
Oh, there you are. What happened?
I had to roll all the way home.
Well, we’re missing several students.
That’s the last time I let you chaperone.
"Let" me chaperone?
Yes, you had it easy. Candide made me work
the entire time you were gone. It was the worst.
-What are you doing? -New lasagna.
♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-Pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta! -(SCREAMS)
Mr. B! Oh, fence, turn around.
I don’t like this game! (SCREAMING)
MR. B: (EVIL VOICE) That’s a spicy meatball!
-PRINCIPAL SCUDWORTH: No, no, no, no, no. -MR. B: New lasagna!
SCUDWORTH: (SCREAMING) Another fence,
turn around again!
(MR. B SPLUTTERING)
SCUDWORTH: (SCREAMING) Okay, I’ll make a lasagna, okay?
Another fence.
This is not a nice way to resolve conflict!
Oh, there's a fence, turn around!
MR. B: You're a spicy meatball!
SCUDWORTH: Oh, no, a fence! I need a vacation!
♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪