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Ms. Mobley: Good morning, children.
Students: Morning, Ms/Mrs. Mobley.
[Stacy rests her chin in her textbook, Bradley snores in his seat and Russell picks his nose.]
[The sound of something sizzling is heard.]
Stacy: Uh oh.
Bradley: What’s that smell?
Russell: What?
Stacy: [chuckles] Don’t tell me you’re being a pet for pet day, Russell?
Russell: Maybe.
Bradley: Germs don’t count.
Stacy: Real mature, Bradley.
Lance: Yeah. Real mature, Scradley. What do you think, Russell? Pounding or wedgie?
Polly: Lance! Mom says you’re supposed to go home right now and clean up your room, or she’s going to throw out your whole army of Mighty Mean action men.
Lance: No way! Pound you later, Scradley.
Bradley: Phew!
Stacy: Thanks, Polly.
Polly: Just doing my part to stem the tide of gratuitous violence consuming society these days.
Lance: We were here first! [to Russell] Go for it!
[Russell sticks his hand under his hat and a flea pops out. It has Russell’s face.]
Students: Ewww!
Ms. Mobley: Well, Russell, that’s an interesting pet. Mmm-hmm. Does he do any tricks?
Russell: Jumps.
[Frank is in first place, Pepperoni in second place, and Pickle in third place. Everyone cheers.]
Russell: [to Stacy] Give me back my flea!
[The iris closes on Russell. End.]