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[Miss Deer Teacher] Today, we're learning about
the digestive system, with this!
We're going to stuff it with hot dogs and fizzy drinks,
and see what happens.
Oh, Barry.
Barry, today might be the best day of our educational lives!
Never did I imagine that we would witness what goes on,
- on the inside. - [magical tinkling]
Now where did I put those 50 hot dogs?
[class murmuring and giggling]
[musical jingling]
Oh, snickerdoodle, I left them in my truck!
Fifty hot burps coming right up! [laughs]
[class laughing]
Think this is my first rodeo?
Everyone listen up!
I gotta duck out for a hot minute,
but if anyone is out of their seats when I return, anyone.
You'll go straight to detention and miss this insane demo.
No exceptions.
[class cheers]
[rowdy rock music]
[student whooping]
[intestines rustling]
What? But, Miss Deer Teacher's gonna be back any second.
[trash can clangs]
[student laughs]
Now let's just take our seats, everyone.
Everyone calm down.
[class clamoring]
No one's listening.
Oh, they've slipped into silly moods!
Oh, c'mon, not today.
Squirrel attack!
[trash can clanging]
[Kiff grunting]
[Kiff chomping]
[Kiff grunting]
[Kiff growling]
[ball popping]
Oh, yeah, I did it. Oh, yeah, I--
Kiff Chatterley?
[suspenseful music]
[box thudding]
I'm very disappointed!
Guess Kiff's getting detention.
Oh, well, I--
You did say.
I did.
[sighing] Kiff, please report to in-school detention.
- But-- - [Miss Deer Teacher] No buts!
Butts. [snickers]
Miss Deer Teacher, this injustice will not stand!
If Kiff goes down, we all do!
Right?
No-- Not, not right?
[dramatic music]
Well, Kiff, I'll see you on the inside.
[door slams]
[dramatic music]
[juice box crunching]
- Oh, hello - The name's L--
- [scraping] - E.
OK well I'm Bar--
E.
It's nice to meet ya!
L.E. seems nice.
Gotta get back to class, we can't miss another second
of Miss Deer Teacher's sweet, sweet, teachins.
Who's in charge here?
[clears throat]
Kiff Chatterley?
In detention?
[sighing] Sweepy Steve, there's been a terrible mistake.
Oh my, let me consult the detention manual.
Hmm, let's see here.
Hm, terrible mistake, terrible mistake, turn to--
Oh, page 231. OK here we go, here we go!
OK, so now I'm supposed to say--
"Get back in your seat right now
and sit quietly for the duration of detention!"
Ah!
Bye, everybody! Kiff and I don't belong here,
so we're leaving-- And we're good to go?
OK, uh... hello again, everybody.
We're not going anywhere.
Hi, Hi.
So, what'd you do to get in 'ere?
Like, Gareth's in 'ere cos he gleeked on a teacher.
Accidentally.
Miss Minty was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
And I stole every eraser outta Mister RiPeppa's class.
Every eraser?
Even the ones off the number 2 pencils. [laughing]
Now everybody's making mistakes, not just, me.
Yeah, so what, Amira? I did an epic burp on a school bus.
That got you detention?
No, but then I spray-painted
"I burped on this bus," on the bus.
It was-- It was just so epic!
Hmm.
Whoa, you've missed a ton of critical instruction,
you should be in class, all of you.
We are in class.
A real class, not just four walls.
C'mon, there's good stuff going on out there.
I mean in MDT's class alone.
Intestines! Hotdogs!
Questions! Answers!
Well, I give knuckle sandwiches
to kids who don't answer my questions.
So once again, what did you do to get in 'ere?
Oh, I--
I got up out of my seat.
Show us.
[chair scraping]
[all] Ooh.
Hm toasty. [snickers]
This is crazy.
We can't miss the best class of our lives
because we're stuck in here.
We're getting out.
[Mav] Getting out?
Oh-ho-ho, that's what all the newbies say.
But I got news for ya, kid.
[adventurous music]
It's impossible.
What? Those plans had more holes than a piece of Swiss cheese!
[dramatic musical sting]
[fists pounding]
Oh, boy, it's the universal sign for mashed potatoes.
You think you can do better?
I'd like to try... together.
No kid belongs in here, let's make like chips, and dip!
- Whoo! - Oh, yeah? How?
[contemplative music]
[drums crashing]
[chuckling] Ol' Sweepy Steve,
always falling asleep in sunbeams.
[contemplative music]
She's thinking.
By taking into account the sun's position in the sky,
I infer that Sweepy Steve
will fall asleep again in 6 minutes,
when a sunbeam will strike through the second window.
Astronomy.
So what?
Oh, my good lamb,
if you do exactly as I say when the time comes,
I'll have us waltzing outta here.
No dancing in detention! Hmm.
And... now.
Oh no, here we go-- [snores]
Well, wouldja look at that.
She doesn't disappoint, folks.
[eraser squeaking]
[Sweepy Pete mumbling in his sleep]
OK, with these bad boys at our desks instead of us,
it'll look like we're all quietly doing detention
when Sweepy wakes up!
When the final beam hits the last window,
we can be on our merry way without anyone being suspicious.
[snoring] Wha-- Suspicious?
Back in your seats.
[suspicious music]
Well. [groaning]
To avoid any dubious fancies of getting out of here,
[Sweepy Pete groaning]
I'm just gonna position my chair right here. Hmm.
Kiff, that sunbeam is not gonna make contact with Sweeps!
Three pointer!
Don't wanna be a litter bug.
Well, there's your problem, trash can's in the wrong place.
No wai--
[Sweepy Pete snores]
Trigonometry!
So what? He's sleeping right against the door.
We can't get out anyways.
See? There's no escaping detention.
[Sweepy Pete snores]
Time is ticking.
We don't need a door when we have,
a much tinier door!
[all arguing]
We don't even have a ladder.
We don't need to get a ladder.
[grunting]
Yeah!
[chuckling] Ever heard of gym class?
We are a ladder!
[all exclaim]
Our bodies are capable of so much!
Look at us, Cirque de Soufflé over here.
[snoring] Huh? What?
Ah.
[all cheering]
[triumphant music]
[bodies crashing]
[Mav groaning]
[Rosso crashing into the others]
Hey you bumped my wing, ya big pillow.
I can't feel my flippers
[groaning] The walls are closing in!
Being stuck in detention was better
than being stuck in here.
We're jammed in like a buncha hot dogs.
OK, we just need something to propel us out of here,
something like a--
[gasping] Hey, Rosso!
- Yeah? - Do your thing!
[echoing burping]
[Kiff yells]
Physics, baby!
I've got something for ya.
Not a knuckle sandwich!
I've never actually given anyone a knuckle sandwich.
This is more of a knuckle cannoli.
It's a real treat.
You've got smarts, squirrel.
Impressive.
Wait! Where ya gonna go?
It's about time we started thinking about our futures.
See you 'round, Kiff, Barry.
- I never got his name. - Let's go.
Let's go!
Think you can eat this much without dire consequences?
[laughs]
[intestine model straining]
This is it!
[intestine model grumbling]
[grate crashing]
[intestines exploding]
[hot dogs splattering]
[rumbling]
[hot dogs squelching]
Sneaking out?
And then sneaking back in, and all this burping?
Well, you've not only broken out,
you've broken... through.
[gentle music]
[eraser squeaking]
[papier mâché squishing]
...is like a tunnel, which is like a cannoli with no filling.
Well, Kiff Chatterley, it seems you've single-handedly
rehabilitated my baddest of apples.
Oh, wow.
Aw, they're just kids.
And it was four hands, PS, Barry helped.
Oh, wonderful!
Well done, Barry.
[military drumming]
[head thudding]
Back to your seat.
[theme music]