Class of Nuke 'Em High

'Attention! Attention!

We have a situation on sub-level 3.

'A situation on sub-level 3.

'All personnel, please report

to emergency stations.

'All personnel,

report to emergency stations.'

What are we gonna do, sir?

What are we gonna do?

Danger?

There's no danger, governor.

We have the situation well in hand.

How bad was the leakage?

Radioactive water is leaking

from sub-level 3.

- It could contaminate the whole town.

- That's not so bad.

Block off the area,

scrub it down, just to be safe.

But sir, if we could just shut down

for 48 hours...

Shut down? They'll investigate us.

The EPA, the NRC...

Not to mention the PTA on my ass

for the next six years. Are you insane?

- But sir, I think that...

- I don't give a wet fart what you think.

This plant stays open.

~ If you think so much of him ~

~ Why don't you run back to him? ~

~ When I hear you call his name ~

~ It just doesn't feel the same ~

~ If you need more than I can give ~

~ If you need something

that I can't deliver ~

~ Turn around before it's too late ~

~ Believers shouldn't hesitate ~

~ I had my chance - I couldn't see ~

~ Oh, oh, oh, oh,

emotional refugee... ~

Shut up!

Where's Eddie Harold?

Oh, he told me to tell you he was sick.

Well? Do you know

what's wrong with him?

Yeah, he's sick of this class.

You wouldn't be laughing so hard

if you knew what kind of grades you made

from those papers

you handed in yesterday.

The only person who put any effort

into his project is Dewey...

...to whom I gave an A+.

'Can I have

your attention, please.'

This is a routine

nuclear emergency evacuation drill.

In case of an accident

at the nearby nuclear power plant,

'we have to be able to evacuate

the school quickly and efficiently.

'So, teachers, line up your students

next to the door,

'until a hall manager

can escort them out to the bus.'

All right, class, line up by the door.

So, how are things going with Chrissy,

if you know what I mean?

Hey, Dewey,

get your hands off of me, OK?

- So, how are things going, man?

- What are you talking about?

I mean, are you ever

gonna get in her pants?

Dewey! Dewey!

Will you get your hands off of me!

Fight, fight, fight...

Dewey, I hope

it wasn't something I said.

Dewey, Dewey, get off!

Fight, fight, fight...

Hold it!

Dewey's dead!

Well... that's one way

to evacuate the building.

~ Nuke 'Em High ~

~ Nuke 'Em High ~

~ Nuke 'Em High ~

~ Nuke 'Em High... ~

Warren, look!

What are they doing?

I don't know. I guess

they must be taking radiation levels.

It's better to be safe than sorry,

especially after what happened

with Dewey.

~ Outside of the classroom walls ~

~ The geiger-counter tells it all ~

~ Can't see or feel,

smell or taste ~

~ The remnants of nuclear waste ~

~ I just really want to know... ~

Look, it's Paley.

Is there a connection

between the suicide

of the Tromaville high school student

yesterday and this plant?

Don't be ridiculous.

Excuse me, please.

~ What's going on ~

~ At Nuke 'Em High? ~

~ What's going on at

Nuke 'Em High? ~

So far we have found no connection

between an unfortunate student

and this facility.

In fact, we have uncovered

that the victim had not one,

but two microwave ovens,

which we believe

to be a contributing factor.

- Hi, Warren.

- Hey, Chrissy. How was the bio test?

Ugh! I got frog guts all over my shirt.

Eugh!

Hey, Warren! How's it hangin'?

Eddie, come here.

Unless you want Cathy here

to see your ears ripped off,

I suggest you make with the hockey-stick

and get the f*ck out of here, all right?

Hey, don't worry!

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