Kiff! Kiff! Kiff!
Kiff-Kiff-Kiff!
Kiff-Kiff-Kiff-Kiff!
Kiff! Kiff! Kiff! Kiff!
Kiff! Kiff! Kiff! Kiff! Kiff!
Kiff! Kiff! Kiff!
Kiiiiff!
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Uh, Principal Secretary, a word!
Helen. He’s doing private, principal stuff.
Sorry, she’s a slippery one...
Why does my school ID
say I’m 712?
Uh, aren’t you?
I don’t look a day over 200 and you know it!
You have to fix it.
No special requests, Helen.
Time for your daily small talk in the Teacher’s Lounge.
Ooh, fun! Sorry, Helen, my hands are tied.
Well, mine aren’t.
Luckily, I have a computer gremlin
for just such an occasion.
You know what to do.
School IDs.
Helen.
Helen. Age 217, uh huh. Print.
Good. Got what I wanted.
No loose ends to tie up here.
Ah, beauty sleep.
Helen?
Helen!
Guess I live here now.
What happened next, Miss Deer Teacher?
The heart has four chambers,
and all were beating like a drum
when Penelope met Captain Todd for the first time!
Oh?
Barry Buns, you are coming with us.
Okay.
What’s going on?
I’ll have you know that that bunny
is supposed to be in high school!
Says so on the system.
There’s been a mistake.
You’ve got the wrong kid.
Teenager...
He's a teen.
Barry?
Wha-- How did I miss the signs?
Sometimes it’s the ones we least expect.
Wait! Barry can’t go to high school yet-.
Kiff, Kiff! It’s okay.
I’ll never make it in high school.
They’re bound to send me back by the end of the day.
So, word on the playground
is that you’re in the market for a new bestie.
Would you consider the Trevstor?
It’s a short-term gig, Trev.
Barry’ll be back.
Eh, but, sure. You can sit there.
Wanna share?
Ugh, you can keep the fish paste sammie.
We can just eat next to each other like pals.
Okay!
Mmm.
Mm.
Do you always eat so...
interactively?
Oh, sorry, I’m almost done.
Mm.
♪ High school Oh, yeah ♪
♪ High school... ♪
These kids are gr-grown-up people!
♪ Nameless dude Is shaving, yeah ♪
I miss Kiff.
All right, whose scene must I suffer through next? Kiff?
Kiff?
But my scene's with Barry and he's not here.
"My scene's with Barry and he's not here"
Up you get.
What?
Whoa.
Whoa! Are you sure?
Is that so?
Oh, Kiff, that was terrible.
Oh, Kiff.
The good ol’ days.
Hey, bro, what's your name?
Hey, did you see the new episode of Teen Creek?
New kid, huh?
You’re the coolest kid I’ve ever seen
and I look in the mirror every day.
Barry! Barry, over here!
Of course, Barry's killin' it in high school.
He's a prodigy, a wunderkind!
They’d be crazy to send him back.
I’ve got to go to him.
So I guess it's goodbye childhood?
I don't know you. You a high schooler?
I think my ripped jeans speak for themselves.
- Kiff? - Barry!
- What’re you doing in high school? - I can’t believe it’s you in the fur!
I missed you so much!
I mean, whatever.
Yeah, whatever.
Whatever.
♪ Teen mags, no eye contact ♪
♪ Say goodbye To your juice box ♪
♪ A whole new range of apps ♪
♪ Why don’t you add me On ClipClop? ♪
♪ Acting like you don’t care ♪
♪ When you really do care ♪
♪ Like you definitely Really do care! ♪
♪ We’re in high school now! ♪
♪ A whole new world For you and me ♪
♪ Filled with angst and irony ♪
♪ A vast array of Pimple creams! ♪
♪ We’re really living our teenage dream ♪
♪ OMG, like totally wow... ♪
♪ We’re in high school now! ♪
♪ Whoa, fun is history ♪
♪ And math now has the ABC! ♪
♪ I don’t know What I’m supposed to be? ♪
♪ What on earth’s The economy? ♪
♪ Can someone please Just tell me how... ♪
♪ We’re in high school now? ♪
This isn't middle school. Paint what you see!
Great art is concerned with moral imperfection.
Okay, I know you're probably too cool to agree but,
I hate high school!
Kiff, I hate it, too.
Really?
Yeah, but there's nothing we can do about it.
I wish there was a way to prove that you're just a kid.
That we don't belong here.
Maybe there is a way.
Hand me those paints.
As you can see, no real high-schoolers
can do art this bad.
We don't belong there, PS.
Barry and I are clearly meant to be
in Miss Deer Teacher’s class.
Although I do dabble in watercolor, I admit.
I'm no art expert.
Let me call in a specialist.
Uh, Miss Tulane.
Gott im himmel. The horror.
This is unspeakably immature.
The unthinking mess of a small child.
And yet...
the naive sophistication of this one
is clearly college level.
Very advanced.
Hm. Interesting...
Alrighty then, it's settled. Kiff will go off to art college,
and Barry will be sent where he belongs, Kindergarten.
Thank you, Miss Tulane.
Now just to update the system...
Squirrel... Attack!
What? Stop this! What's gotten into you?
Barry and I belong in Miss Deer Teacher's class... together!
Wait, Helen's taking over
Miss Deer Teacher's class
and Trevor is now the principal?
Secretary Prince, another IT emergency!
I told you to stop opening emails
for principal-only cruise packages.
They’re always spam-- Oh, wait a minute.
Hey!
Hey, easy! Get off, hairball!
What is that?
"That" is a Fix It Gremlin, thank you very much.
Who do you work for?
Helen?
What?
Peel of fruit... Reboot.
Ok, well, you should be good now. Helen out.
Scram, Trevor.
All right, you two non-high schoolers,
Back to class.
Yay!
So, what d'you say, Kiff,
besties forever, for life?
Are you sure?
I've never been surer about anything else
in the whole wide world.
And galaxy. And space.
Is that so?
And scene!