Recess: School's Out

[ Kazoos ]

Hey, hows it going, Frank ?

Not so good. I cant seem to get

this photon channelerworking.

Well, youd better

figure it out.

- The colonel wants to show

the system to the top brass next month.

- I know, I know.

[ Men Shouting ]

-[LoudBang]

- What was that ?

- Whats that sound out there ?

- [ Alarm Blaring ]

Its a break-in !

Erase the access code !

X-Y-4--

[ Gasps ]

[ Both Groan ]

[Alarm Continues

Blaring, Stops]

All clear.

Neatly done, Fernlick.

- Its, uh, Fenwick, sir.

- Oh.

- Are they dead ?

- No, sir. Merely unconscious.

Good, good.

You know how I hate violence.

Mmm. Nice shine.

-Uh, what next, sir ?

-Well, obviously, we establish our base.

- And where will that be ?

- The last place on Earth theyd look.

A place called...

3rd Street School.

Last day ofschool sale,

boys and girls.

Getyour celebratory

contraband right here.

Shaving cream, T.P., goofy string,

maps ofthe teachers houses.

Ill take one ofthem maps,

Hustler Kid.

Hey, Diggers, lets party.

Cant now. Gotta finish filling up

our holes before the end ofthe day.

Wont be able to dig em up nextyear

ifwe dont fill em now.

[ Spitting ]

Hey ! Big kids bury me !

Oops.

I, King Bob, in my last official

act before entering middle school,

hereby anoint this boy here

King Freddie the Second.

Mayyou boss around

all ofthe kids with fairness.

The king has graduated !

Long live the king !

- [ Cheering ]

- [ Hail to the Chief ]

Elbow up !

Eyes forward !

You call that kazoo playing ?

- Ah, ceremony.

- Im, like, moved, AshleyA.

Saywhatyou want about their

personal lives, Ashley Q

The royals have such style.

Keep em comin !

Lets go !

Ms. Finster, the kids are practically

mad with last-day-of-school fever !

Ofcourse they are, Randall.

Theyre animals living by pure instinct.

Ive got a list

ofinfractions a mile long:

The Diggers

hit a water main,

- the kindergarteners

are feasting on paste,

- Never mind, Randall.

Hustler Kid is, uh--

Did you say never mind ?

Thats right, Randall. What Ive

got here is bigger, much bigger.

All this year Ive been holding

back on the ice cream, hiding it

from all those little savages.

Just look at it, Randall.

Im counting 1 00, maybe 200 cases ofit.

What areyou going to do

with all those ice creams ?

Sell em back to the district,

ofcourse.

Think ofall the chalk

and erasers we can get.

But, Ms. Finster,

Ive got dirt on everybody.

Well, everybody except

Detweiler and his pals.

Come to think ofit,

I havent seen those guys anywhere.

Ah, forget about em, Randall.

Theres nothing T.J. Detweiler and his

hooligan friends can do to stop me now.

Well, that should do it.

Theres enough here for everyone.

Good. Then its party time.

Kids ofthe playground !

I giveyou ice cream !

Pull !

[ Cheering ]

- Ice cream !

- Choco-pops !

- Fudge bars !

Fudgsicle !

My ice cream !

Stop it !

Stop it, I say !

You little monsters

are in trouble now !

-Just waitll Principal Prickly

finds out about this !

-Attention, students !

- This is Principal Prickly talking.

- Ooh, that was fast.

Some ofyou may have noticed

ice cream on the playground.

I willnotstandforthis. This

ice creamshouldbe eatenimmediately.

Huh ?

[ Cheering ]

In addition, I wantyou all to ignore

Ms. Finster, no matterwhat she says...

about ice cream

or anything else.

- [ Cheering Continues ]

- [ Muttering ] This cant be happening.

Furthermore, I want to inform you

all that I have a fat, saggy butt...

which I like to scratch

every hour on the hour.

Also, I want to apologize

to all ofyou...

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