♪ ♪
[school bell ringing]
[children shouting]
Football!
[groans]
[crunching]
Why aren’t we going in?
Does she not know how the door works?
Hazel, you have to push it harder!
I can’t go in there.
I don’t have anyone to sit with.
I know being the new kid can be daunting,
but you aren’t going to make any friends out here.
You gotta get in there, champ! - Yeah!
You know all there is to know about mushrooms and anime,
and you have great puns!
Yeah, I do.
I’m "pun-defeated"!
[bell rings]
[laughs]
Whoop!
Please be careful with Board-tholemew.
Whoa!
both: Safety first!
[frantic music]
We’re here to help!
Right. - Left.
[yelps]
[groaning]
all: Go, new kid! Do the Dimmy Shimmy!
Go, new kid! Do the Dimmy Shimmy!
Hey, new kid, why aren’t you dancing?
I’m not the new kid. I’m Hazel.
Hey, Hazel, do the Dimmy Shimmy.
all: Hey, Hazel, do the Dimmy Shimmy.
Hey, Hazel, do the Dimmy Shimmy.
Oof!
Can’t lose the test sheets for the big test this week.
If all the students don’t pass,
Principal Krentz will make everyone
repeat the school year.
You OK, Hazel?
Why aren’t you in the cafeteria with the other students?
I don’t know how to do the Dimmy Shimmy.
Well, you’re in good company.
I don’t know how to do the Dimmy Shimmy either.
But I can do a mean Cabbage Patch.
[yacht rock music]
[laughing] There you go.
You and I have that old-school swagger.
Don’t worry about not being up on trends.
You’ll find your right crowd soon.
Those were some nice moves, Hazel.
Why didn’t you cut a rug like that in the cafeteria?
I don’t know.
I froze up around the other kids.
But talking to Mr. Guzman is easy.
Maybe that’s it. - What’s it?
I haven’t made friends with the other students yet
because I’m mature for my age.
What would I even talk to them about, lunch trays?
That’s kiddie stuff.
[chuckles] Yeah, Mr. Guzman said
I’d find the right crowd soon.
But maybe I already have.
I wish I could be friends with my teachers.
We’re going to need some magic math for this one.
Carry the wand. Divide by the poof.
both: Algebra-ca-dalgebra!
As you know, standardized testing is this Friday.
We’ve had the highest numbers in the district
nine years running.
And if we get it again this year,
I get a commemorative paperweight.
This is a must, as my current paperweight is awful.
[ship horn blares]
Hence, I need you pushing your students full tilt this week.
That means no shenanigans.
[door creaks]
- Hazel! - Hazelroni and Cheese!
Hay Day!
Sit next to me.
What is going on?
Hazel can sit wherever she wants,
and she obviously wants to sit next to me.
[chuckles] There’s no need to fight, y’all.
There’s enough of me to go around.
That’s enough!
What did I just say about shenanigans?
You need to find your way back to the cafeteria, Hazel.
The Teacher’s Lounge is no place for a child.
Looks like the wish didn’t affect Krentz
because she’s not a teacher.
She’s a principal.
You want us to update the wish
so you can be friends with her too?
[big cat growling]
Blegh, hard pass.
I have a better idea.
Aww, man, I sure wish this were a place for a child.
Lighting shenanigans!
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
[horse neighing]
Hmm, looks pretty kid-friendly in here to me.
But--but it didn’t look like this a moment ago.
What are you talking about?
It looked like this when we came in.
Besides, it’s, like, not even fair
for you to make us test prep during our lunch.
Isn’t that, like, against the law or something?
Fine!
Have your "mandatory lunch break."
But after lunch, you better get back
to preparing for that test.
If your students don’t pass, they’ll repeat the school year.
And that includes you, Hazel.
Who, me?
[laughter]
Whoo-hoo! Hey-hey!
♪ ♪
This is the best class break ever!
Ooh, speaking of which, we should head back to class.
Sike! Sneak attack!
Whoa!
- Hiyah! - Incoming!
Take that! Whoo-hoo!
[bell rings] Yippee!
[both cheering]
But wasn’t that the bell?
The other students won’t even notice we’re gone.
[clock ticking]
So are we allowed to leave?
The big test is coming up.
We gotta study.
[dramatic musical flourish]
[laughter]
both: ♪ Ms. Mary Mack, Mack, Mack ♪
That’s me! Bye, Hazel!
Catch you later, Hazy Daze!
[clattering] [cat yowls]
I’m OK!
That was awesome!
They love you.
I knew I’d fit right in with the teachers.
I wish every day could be as fun as today was.
Ooh, I feel a montage coming on!
[laughter]
Whoo-hoo! [both cheering]
[horse neighs]
[upbeat music]
Ugh.
[whimpering]
Ooh, that one looks like
it’s got some heft to it.
Mm, heavy.
[gasps]
Curse you!
This is your doing.
[whimpering]
[sighs]
[grunts]
Get to class!
Oh, I’m actually headed to the teachers’ lounge.
No, you’re "actually" headed to class.
With me. Now.
The square root of 36 is a triangle, right?
No, it’s the Pythagorean Theorem.
I think you’re both right.
I hope you’re all very stressed about today’s test.
If you don’t pass, then I don’t get my new paperweight.
And if I don’t get my new paperweight,
you’ll all repeat this school year!
Over a paperweight?
Ahh! Hey! Ahh!
[grunting]
Yes.
If you need me,
I’ll be going from class to class
giving the same announcement.
I suppose I could use the intercom,
but then I wouldn’t be able to see the looks of distress
on your tiny faces,
which is the best part of my job.
The test is today?
But I’m not ready!
No one’s ever ready.
OK, deep breath.
Mr. Guzman had the test sheets the other day
outside of the cafeteria.
He’ll know where they are.
Just gotta remind the teachers that today is test day.
You’ve been paying attention every other week, right?
You could still pass.
It’s all going to be OK!
Are you still talking to me?
No! I’m, like, hyping myself up.
Oh. OK.
You guys, today is the--
[air horn blares] [party music]
Hazel!
[chuckles]
Surprise!
Happy four-day friend-iversary!
What are you doing?
We have testing today!
Testing, shmesting!
You sound like that party-pooping
stinky head Krentz!
But if I don’t pass,
then I have to retake fifth grade!
Yay!
We can hang out for a whole nother year!
What are you--no!
Where are the test sheets?
all: ♪ Do the Dimmy Shimmy, do the Dimmy Shimmy ♪
♪ Do the Dimmy Shimmy, do the Dimmy Shimmy ♪
[growls]
Oh, no!
Those are the test sheets!
[screams] [horse whinnies]
[all crying]
[grunts] [screams]
What’s going on with the teachers?
Why are they acting like that?
Well, we had to decrease their maturity
in the magic math to make them compatible friends for you.
It looks like we forgot to set a minimum maturity
on the equation.
What? The equation has a series
of complex fairy-ables.
So ever since I made this wish,
my teachers have been getting less and less mature?
Yeah, so Mr. Guzman now has the maturity
of a fourth grader, Mrs. Mack is in third grade,
and Mrs. Velasquez is in pre-K.
Well, she must have been pretty immature to start with.
[goat bleats]
But why did you have to make them less mature at all?
The whole point was that I’m mature for my age.
You are mature for your age, squirt.
But you’re not as mature as a full-grown adult.
What would you and your teachers even talk about?
Traffic? Licking stamps? Lunch trays?
Ugh. I guess not.
But if you had to make the teachers less mature,
that means I could have just been friends
with the other students in the first place?
That would have been easier, yes.
A lot less math involved in that.
Oh.
I wish the teachers were back to normal.
both: Done and done!
Great news!
Even though I don’t remember doing any practice tests
with you and all your tests were covered in horse spit,
you all passed.
[air horn blaring] [all cheering]
[horse whinnies]
Yay. That was really great.
[sighs]
[upbeat music]
Right back where we started.
Ooh, I have an idea.
You can wish that you had friends your own age.
Or she can just walk in there and introduce herself.
Uh, I think today, I’ll just focus
on eating lunch in the cafeteria
around the other kids.
I can work up to introducing myself.
Sounds good to us.
[children chattering]
Hi there.
I saw you doing all that cool stuff with the teachers.
What did you bring for lunch?
My grandmother packed me com gà roti.
I like your sweater. What’s your name?
I’m Jasmine. We’re in the same class.
What’s your book about?
My name is Hazel, and my book is about mushrooms.
Do you know why mushrooms have so many friends?
- What? - Because they’re such fun-gis!
[both laugh]
And you’re my best friend, new paperweight.
[laughs]
[dramatic musical flourish]
[growling]
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
♪ Billionfold ♪