Bruno & Boots: Go Jump in the Pool Page #2

Things you mustn't forget

I'm coming for you!

Coming!

Losers!

Sir, you know, we're all very

eager to resume our studies,

so maybe we should

drive away as fast as possible.

Quite right.

Everybody on the bus?

Whoop!

Mr. Walton. Ms. Burton.

Nice of you to join us.

Oh, no sweat,

Headmaster Sturgeon.

Don't mind me.

You can just drop me off

at Scrimmage's.

Can we?

Oh, how lucky for us.

Did you have a good time

at the swim meet today?

Are you kidding me, sir?

Today has been...

fizz-tastic.

Right, boys? Right?

At least some of them

are taking it well.

Swimming is so stupid.

They did what?!

Yes, 20 liters of Fizz-All

dumped in the pool.

Stolen from our infirmary.

Bad sportsmanship, William.

Really, Hartley?

As bad as your boys

knocking our swim team

captain into the pool?

Nevertheless, I do hope

there'll be some consequences

before our next swim meet. The

stress is killing my stomach.

I don't mind telling you.

I'll handle my boys, Hartley,

and as for your stomach...

why don't you have

a sip of your pool?

Hmm?

Oh, you hung up.

I guess I'm going to get

the last word.

Word!

Headmaster Sturgeon.

Mr. Sturgeon?

This is Eugenia Scrimmage,

from across the road.

Bob Hartley

from the York Boys' Academy

tells me that

one of my young women

was involved

in an aggressive activity

intended to cause distress

and/or offence to others.

You mean a prank?

Well, what you call a prank

I call a desperate cry for help

for students who have

no outlet for creativity

and emotional growth.

"Prank" is shorter.

I'm inviting my students

to form a sharing circle

to discuss their feelings that

led to these "pranks."

Your boys are welcome.

Ms. Scrimmage,

the only thing my boys need

to share is an understanding

of what happens

when they break the rules.

My rules. But...

thank you for your concern.

Hello?

Hello?

Ms. Davis?

Bruno and Boots?

If you please.

Yep.

That's a non-regulation

shirt, Spencer. Two demerits.

Bruno and Boots

to the headmaster's office.

Thank you.

Pierce! Running in the halls.

Three demerits. And you,

with the non-regulation

eraser up your nose.

One demerit.

Walton. You and your

roommate must report to--

What was that?

What's what, George

Wexford-Smythe III?

That's George

Wexford-Smythe the Third.

I'm not a movie sequel.

Really? Because I heard

every one of you

is worse than the last.

Yeah.

That's a pathetic excuse

for a punchline. Five demerits.

Oh, yeah, keep laughing.

Because clearly you're

not in enough trouble.

All right.

Got my eye on you, Bruno!

I see everything!

But, guys,

all my friends are here!

I have great classes.

I'm trying my best!

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