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Well how about you get changed

and hand in your notice?

I would love to

hire you, Mr. Frost,

but I'm afraid we

already have a janitor.

Oh?

I'm happy to keep your resume

on file if anything comes up.

Oh, excuse me.

Yes?

What do you mean he quit?

A job opportunity up North?

What does that

even mean?

Never mind...

Thank you.

Um, it appears,

we have an opening.

I hope you have room

for my assistant.

We don't have money

in our budget.

Mr. Elfman works

for free.

You're hired,

both of you.

Joy to the world.

Ahh,

Mrs. Claymore.

Jeannie.

Mr. Frost?

Kris.

Nice to meet you.

And you.

Rough morning, huh?

Typical morning when dealing

with junior high schoolers.

Ah, it can't be

all that bad?

Have you ever worked

at a school before?

First day.

Wait 'til you meet

Farley Morgan,

you will rue the day you

took Mr. Johnson's place.

Thank you

for the warning.

My associate tells me that Mr. Johnson

was renting a room from you?

Yes, was is right. He's

moving out this afternoon.

Is it big enough

for two?

It's a room

above the garage.

There's only room

for one bed,

but it does have

a sofa that pulls out.

Perfect.

Ha, ha. It's hardly perfect.

It's cozy.

Would you like to come

over and have a look?

No need. My associate and

I sorely need a roof

over our heads,

we'll take it.

That's wonderful. Ha, ha!

Wow, I didn't know what

I was going to do when

Mr. Johnson left.

To be honest, I need the rent

money to make ends meet.

Somebody must be

watching over me today.

Somebody must.

I'll see you

after school.

Okay.

Thank you.

Good to

meet you, Kris.

And you.

Come in!

I just wanted to know what you

decided about Farley and Steven.

I gave them

a warning.

A warning... I think

a month's detention

would have been

more appropriate.

They promised not to

do it again.

And you

believe that?

There were other

factors to consider.

I get it, Farley threatened

to call his father.

And he hasn't made his yearly

contribution to the school yet, right?

The boy lost his mother

three years ago.

I know that, and believe me I

have bent over backwards to

cut him all sorts of slack.

But he's getting worse.

Somebody has to

say no to him.

It's just matter of time

before he hurts somebody,

or himself,

with all these pranks.

I promise you. The next time he

acts out, I'll deal with it.

Promise?

I ran into Jeannie Claymore.

She's a very nice lady.

Look at this stuff.

It's pathetic.

Oh, it's fine.

This is supposed to bring Christmas spirit?

I can't do it.

Sure you can.

An artist is only

as good as his tools.

Give me something to work with,

tinsel, bubble lights...

Cranberries and popcorn

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