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When did we ever ruin a class picture?
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Kyle writes a 3,000-word essay to be readmitted to Milkweed, and Fanboy and Chum Chum become the school's Hall Monitors. It's a crazed school ruckus as Kyle tries to get outside and Fanboy and Chum Chum keep holding him up in this wild, school hallway adventure.
Accepting the positions for Hall Monitor[]
"My application to Milkweed is almost complete."
"All that's left is a 3,000 word essay."
"I have to get this just right."
Mr. Mufflin is now accepting applications for the position of Hall Monitor.
"We're looking at you, Suck-Up."
"Thank you, no."
"Did someone say...Hall Monitors?"
"But, you want to know how I knew you needed a Hall Monitor, don't you?"
"We planted a bug on you! That's how!"
"Actually, it's a cat."
Camera 1
Camera 2
Camera 3
"Okay, okay, you got the job, Purple Kid."
"Thank you, sir. You won't be sorry. Chum Chum, we got the job!"
"Does it pay? Because I went a little over budget on camera 4."
Hall Monitors at Work[]
"This is the moment we've been waiting for."
"Remember, this sash isn't just a bold fashion statement..."
"It's a solemn symbol of responsibility and safety."
Duke and Chuggy run out of their classes.
Fankylechum does some Kung Fu.
Lupe and Yo run through the hall.
Lupe falls down and Fankylechum crawls on the lockers.
Yo runs as Francine's homework flies.
Cheech does some skateboarding.
A book knocks Cheech to the ground.
Fankylechum does some more Kung Fu.
Even Chimp Chomp joins the fun.
"EVERYBODY! SLOW DOWN!!!"
"NOW, GIRLS TO THE LEFT--"
"AND BOYS TO THE RIGHT!"
"AND KEEP THAT SKATEBOARD OUTTA SIGHT!"
"Hey, that rhymed."
Kyle finishes his essay[]
Meanwhile...
"Ugh!"
"How can I concentrate..."
"...with all that racket?"
Kyle makes the door slam itself shut.
"And so, in conclusion, if you see fit to re-admit me to Milkweed Academy --"
"Oh, Professor Flan, hello."
"Where is that essay you promised to deliver?"
"Oh, yes...um..."
"The messenger service was out of owls, so I'm sending it via carrier griffin."
"But the one that they sent seemed a little bit...ill-tempered."
"No matter. I was just returning from a raspberry festival."
"Do mind where you're going!"
"I said we should take the tunnel."
Professor Flan decides to pick up the essay in person.
Go, Kyle!
Hall Monitor Hoedown[]
Nancy gives Kyle's arm a twist...
...and spins him around.
Cheech does a do-si-do with Kyle.
Chuggy does, too.
Yo dances, mostly.
Well, swing your lad! Swing your lass! Make sure that you have your pass!
Bow to your gent, bow to your miss. Walk, don't run, that means you, Chris!
"What is going on?"
"We told 'em to slow down..."
"And it became a hoedown!"
Yo throws Kyle to the floor.
"Oh, yeah, and a greased pig contest."
"Catch that greasy sow!"
Ouch.
Kyle with a weird face.
What do you say, Kyle?
Wanna do-si-do?
No, I do-si-don't!
What happened to the essay?
Yikes.
Now, single file, one by one. Get back to class, this sure was fun.
No! I must deliver my essay posthaste!
Kyle finishes another essay[]
Essay #2, coming in.
"What is the big idea keeping me waiting in the sun, hmm?"
"My scalp is starting to brulee."
"Oh, yes, sir. I'll be right out with my essay and some butterscotch sunscreen."
"Perfect. Those ninny Hall Monitors are nowhere in sight."
"Professor Flan, here I come!"
Kyle gets caught[]
115 miles per hour?
Too fast!
"PULL OVER!!!"
"Yes, it's a pullover. Thank you for noticing!"
"I actually prefer cardigans, but Nana knitted this for my birth -"
That groan sounds familiar...
"Whew, where's the fire?"
"Yes, officer, I grant you. I was actually traveling a tad fast, but only because I need to deliver this very importent essay to a giant magic custard who's expiring in the sun."
"Giant magic custard, huh?"
"Sir, have you had any potions or elixers today?"
"What? Maybe one at breakfast, but that was hours ago."
"I ran his bristles, boss. He's got unpaid tickets for parking in a janitor's closet."
"Uh-huh. Sir, I'm gonna have to search your broom-hicle."
"Oooh, well, well, well...looks like we have ourselves a reader."
"Reading."
"Oh-ho-ho! Please, don't arrest me, please, don't arrest me! I just can't go to a prison library again."
"Everyone tries to hide chisels in my pages."
Distracting the Hall Monitors[]
"You know, officers, you really are to be commended."
"I don't know how you monitor all these hallways."
"Especially without one of..."
"THESE?!"
"That's not all you can see!"
"Just have a closer look."
"And you'll see hallways you never dreamed of."
"Closer..."
"Closer!"
"That's it!"
They get sucked into the crystal ball.
"Oh, did I forget to mention it was also a portal to the netherworld of oblivion?"
"My bad."
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Cerberus[]
"My essay!"
"I must deliver my essay!"
"Professor Flan!"
"I've got the --"
STOP!!!
What's that?
A portal?
Close up.
Fanboy and Chum Chum jump out of the portal...
...and knock Kyle to the ground.
"You two? Wha - how?"
"Hey, Kyle, have you ever been to that oblivion place? It's awesome!"
"But if you're here, that means...oh, dear."
Good thing the portal is closed.
But the doggy door was open.
That's it, Kyle. Show it what you've got.
"My essay!"
Kyle should just use his wand.
"Dog-Guardia Levosia..."
"You're taking too long."
"NO!"
The cerberus goes after the wand.
"Hey, no running in the hallway! Come on, Chum Chum."
"Well, that worked out nicely."
"But I have no time to write another essay!"
A small essay is enough[]
"This is what I've been melting all morning for?"
"It's my essay. See?"
"That's me..."
"...and the heart represents my undying devotion..."
"...for everything that is Milkweed."
"I ask you for a 3,000 word essay, and you give me THIS?!?"
"Why, this is -- it's simply -- oh...beautiful."
Huh?
Flan says the essay is elegant.
If Kyle signs the application with his wand, he is ready!
Wait, where's the wand?
Denied![]
Here comes the cerberus...with F&C in tow.
"You...I've had just about all I can take from you. Now, sit! And give!"
He did a trick, now he needs a treat. But...where?
Uh-oh.
"Why are these lovely doggies looking at...why is he slobbering? And him, and him?"
Yuck.
"Kyle Bloodworth-Tomison, Milkweed admittance..."
"DENIED!!!"
Aftermath[]
"Oh, dear. This might set my re-admission process back...a bit."
"Well, Kyle..."
"...there's always a spot for you in the Hall Monitors."
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to befoot my..."
"...extra curriculars."
"Great!"
"You're on spoons."
Ye-haw!
Dance, everyone!
"Well..."
"I do have the teeth for it!"
Groove it Kyle, along with Fanboy and friends!
Hee hee, Kyle's having fun.
The screen irises out, and the episode ends.
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