| 8:00 AM - At the school entrance Chris waddles into the building in a spiffy tuxedo, wearing sunglasses even though it's 40 degrees outside, and cloudy to boot. Kate bounces up to him in her Princess Kangaroo costume. Chris: Princess Kangaroo? Kate: Yea, she's a distant relative of the famous Kaptain Kangaroo. He's a dream-boat. Chris: Of course. Wait, dream boat? Kate: And who are you supposed to be, James Bond? Or Jimmy B.? Chris: No, I'm the Dark Penguin. Kate: Riiiiightt. 9:00 AM - Senior Lounge James is there, wearing a beak, a sombrero, and a khaki shirt and shorts. Rob, covered in feathers, walks in. Rob: I am el jefe pato! James: Uh-huh, sure you are. Rob: At least I'm something, what the hell are you? Jace: Well, I did a half-assed job on three different costumes, so I wore them all. I'm Pajaro, the Mexican-Bird Crocodile Hunter. So I sorta did an ass-and-a-half. Rob: That's really sad. Wil (Outside): I can't believe they missed that double-entendre. Oooh, I wish I was a senior. Curtis comes in. Curt: Hey, guys, I have snacks for everyone, since it's Halloween. Rob: Oh, great, what? Curt: Some cookies. James: Excellent, their carbo-goodness and unhealthily-blatant foreshadowing will revitalize me. James and Rob eat some. Rob: What kind of cookies are they? Mmm. Curt: They're Milton cookies. James: Milt...on? Curt: Yes. Cookies. The cookie with the curious taste of fish copulation. James and Rob run to the bathroom and spew. Wil (Muffled, outside): Sex-flavored jelly beans! It's the same damned joke! Curt: Oh well, more for me. 10:00 AM - The class that has freshmen Jon (Kylo, a freshman), is sitting at his desk. Kyle, (kirby dude, a freshman), comes in, sees him, and cracks up laughing. Jon is wearing a blond wig, and a dress. Jon: Yes, hello, my name is Bom Betty. Kyle (laughing): But�but�why? Jon: I like my costume. I think it's nice. Kyle: Yes, but why the... wig... Jon:I like being female. Kyle: Do you now... Alisha enters, wearing less clothing than usual. She's half-naked in October. Alisha: I'm Gwen Stefani. Kyle: Of course you are, deary. Shall I call the men in coats to bring you to a nice soft room? Jake2 comes in, wearing normal clothes. Jon: Who are you supposed to be? Jake2: Myself. Alisha: That's kinda boring. Jake2: Yea, but I'm in a costume every other day of the year, I figure today I'll be myself. Jordan and Brandon enter (yes, they're now Freshmen, happy, Kate?). Jordan is dressed up as an exclamation point. Brandon is a snob. I (James. I don't know what he means here) mean, he's dressed up as a snob. Nick comes in behind them, knocking them into their desks. Brandon: How dare you run into me! Nick: Sorry, I was just chasing a fairy. Jordan: What? Nick: Look, she's right over there. Jordan turns around. Jordan: That's Daisy, not a fairy. Nick: Oh, well, now I have more incentive to catch her. Wil (In Hall): It's the damned jelly-bean joke. THEY TASTE LIKE SEX! It doesn't make sense on purpose! Jordan, get the hell out of my speach bubble. 11:00 AM - Math II Jake rushes in. Amanda: Nice Gundam costume, Jake. Jake: Yeah... costume� it's a costume. Mrs. Veasey: Jake, how many times do I have to tell you, not to bring a deadly weapon to class without explaining the physics behind its interface? Jake: But it's my coooostume. Mrs.Veasey: Alright, but one errant missile and I'll have my husband suspend you. He is whipped like a s... like a misbehaving son, you know. Mark sits down, slinging his hobo-bindle tossed casually over his shoulder. Mrs. Veasey: Sir, you do not belong here, please leave. Mark: But, Mrs. Veasey, it's me, Mark. Mrs. V: I'll hear no excuses, get out, now. Mark: But� Mrs. V: Don't make me hit you with a broom. Or scream, I can do that well. Or I'll sic Rosy O'Donnel on you. She chases Mark out of the room. Mark shuffles off ashamed. 12:00 PM - In the cafeteria Mr. Polas: Everyone, gather 'round, it's storytime. Wil: Yea, Mr. Polas is going to tell us a scary story. Polas: No, actually, Chris here is going to do it. Chris: Ready? Wooooooooo� Okay, one time, on a dark and stormy night�I was at my computer, and all of a sudden�MY COMPUTER WAS POSSESSED! The mouse was moving on it's own, and windows were popping open and closed all the time. I was frightened. Random person: Your story sucks. Chris: But it's true. It's TRUUUUUE! Wil: Aww, Mr. P. I wanna hear the lunch-box story. I never really understood it all those other times you told it. Something about makeup. Mr. Polas: Oh Wil, you're incorrigible. Wil: So what're you dressed up as, anyway? Mr. Polas: I'm the central bastion of all universal knowledge. Wil: You're just wearing a fake mustache. Mr. Polas: Actually, I shaved the lower part of my goatee and it's a real mustache. 1:00 PM - Junior Lounge\Death Star Trash Compactor Wil: I hate the Junior Lounge. Wil munches on his sandwich he uncharacteristically brought. Dianoga: Are you going to finish that? Wil: You know, I haven't really thought about it. I might, and I might not. It's a really good question. Gluttonous bastard. A far-off droning noise can be heard. Wil: Oh great. This again. I'll see you later. Wil jumps out of the lounge through a newly-blasted hole in the floor. 2:30 PM � Dismissal Wil: Damn. I'm the only one who's spoken in like two scenes. I'd better get the hell out of here. Mr. Veasey (over the PA): Don't forget about the Masquerade coming up this weekend. Cutest masked couple who end up with switched dates because of their costumes gets a free A. Just kidding. But they do get revered. |
| Episode 8 � Special Halloween Edition |
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