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bulletin" reporter,

Milton, our former

practitioner, nurse Nancy,

will not be with us,

as her ankle monitor

will not allow her within

200 feet of any school.

In her place, I am pleased

to introduce nurse Zelda.

Isn't she just foreign?

Next, a man whom words

simply cannot describe,

coach Franklin Dombrowski.

Thank you.

Oh, hey.

Very inspirational.

We look forward

to developing you

all into responsible,

mature young adults.

Settle down.

People, settle.

Settle.

And in order to start things

off on the right foot,

the school is sponsoring a

kickoff dance this Friday.

And left two, three, four.

Right, two, three, four.

Left, two, three, four.

Right, two, three, four.

Left, two, three, four.

Right, two, three, four.

Left two, three, four.

Right, two, three, four.

Left, two, three, four.

Right, two, three, four.

Left, two, three, four.

Right, two, three, four.

And that's our

class for the day.

I'll see you guys

net week, all right?

- Awesome class, Kelly.

- Thank you.

- See you at the dance tomorrow.

- I'll see you.

Can't wait.

Has anyone ever told you what

a sensual instructor you are?

So strong, so tight,

so many muscles?

You make my heart race even

when we're not exercising.

That's good, I guess.

So I hear your band will be

playing at the dance tomorrow?

Yeah. We've been

practicing all summer.

It's gonna be great.

Will you have any

time for dancing?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, in between songs.

It'll be fun.

Well, I'll be sure to

save a dance for you,

and much, much more.

Mm, mm, mm, mm.

Spider bait.

Yeah, well, she's

gonna to starve to death.

Hey, no comprendo, Ace.

What are you waiting on?

Board that ship

before she sets sail.

Ditto, can keep a secret?

What? The king of conceal?

They would poke my eyes out

with toothpicks before I

would give you up, man.

Spill it.

Lisa and I are, uh,

we're more than friends.

More?

Yeah.

How much more?

We're in love.

Oh, dude!

You cannot touch her.

- She is the preacher's daughter.

- I know.

He's gonna get god to cast

down a lightning bolt on you.

I know.

Look, we've been secretly

dating, all right?

She's on the strictly

restricted list.

Do not open to 18.

Estimated time of arrival?

- Eight months, six days.

- Ah.

That could explain the lack of

interest in candy and company.

Ouch. Oh.

I'd have trouble

keeping that secret.

You have trouble keeping

your underwear a secret.

Oh.

All right.

We're going to play hit and run.

When candy comes onto you, I'll

pinch hit while you run away.

You're all heart, ditto.

Absolutely, bud.

What are friends for?

Ooh, ooh.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Ooh.

Ever since she walked by,

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