Bruno & Boots: The Wizzle War Page #5

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Big load

coming through.

Hoo, nice work, Wally.

Why can't students be

more like dogs?

Or computers.

The receiver on the uber-sub

in the cottage

seems to be working.

Shall we make some noise?

Noise is my middle name.

Yep.

All right, ahem.

I call this tune

"No Sleep for Mr. Wizzle."

And... we're live.

Wow!

Earthquake! Help!

Didn't anyone else feel that?

Hello?

The uber-sub is working.

He's tired, off-balance,

vulnerable.

I think it's time

Mr. Wizzle was introduced

to Macdonald Hall's

mystery kid.

Heh.

Little cuties.

Get that finger!

You hungry for...

Off task. Off task.

Just one more second.

Come in.

Mr. Wizzle,

Gordon won't be able

to make it to class today.

He had a skateboarding accident

and twisted his ankle.

Thank you.

Uh, Gordon who?

Gunhold.

G. Gordon Gunhold.

Okay, bye now, heh.

Homework.

Mark absent

G. Gordon Gunhold.

Student not found.

Mark absent,

G. Gordon Gunhold.

Student not found.

Hey, did you guys sign

that card for Gordon yet?

Skateboarding accident.

Dude is totally crazy.

Like, who skates

at night, right?

I don't get it.

Totally crazy.

Thanks, guys.

Student not found.

Gunhold.

Student not found.

Gunhold-d-d.

Student not found.

Gunhold.

Student not found.

Gunhold?

Gunhold. Gunhold!

Student. Not. Found.

Earthquake! Help!

"G. Gordon Gunhold

for student coun..."

Student not found.

That's impossible!

Earthquake scientists

have long theorized

about the Great Lakes-

Saint Lawrence fault line.

According to Dr. Schultzenhop

of Mungingham College,

it could be right

in our own backyard.

Backyard?

Come in.

Mr. Wizzle,

Gordon wanted me to see

if you had

any homework for him.

I can see now's a bad time.

My bad.

Mr. Wizzle,

I can't move you to a hotel

over some earthquake that

nobody else has even noticed.

And I sure as sugar

can't check my records

for this Gordie Gumface kid

when all my computer

shows me are Wizzlewarts.

Forget about the earthquakes.

I take pride in Wizzleware's

perfect record system.

If something

isn't in my records,

it doesn't exist.

This boy doesn't show up

in my databases,

but his name is on posters!

Boys in the hall

talk about how fun he is

and how nice he is

to the new kids

and about the time

he landed

that 360 ollie

heel flip on the first try.

I found his name

in an old yearbook

in the library,

but there's no photo!

Look!

Mr. Wizzle,

have you been

getting enough sleep?

Who can sleep

with all these earthquakes?

Forget it!

Oh boy. The hamster in that

poor man's head

has flipped

right out of its wheel.

Dr. Schultzenhop speaking.

Hello, Doctor.

It's Walter Wizzle,

calling with questions

about the Great Lakes-

Saint Lawrence fault line?

Ah, yes.

Tiny but deadly

earthquakes,

easily deadly,

but we have

no idea where it is.

I know!

It runs through my house,

practically under my bed!

Fascinating!

I could get to there...

In, um, 36 months.

Three years?

Science must not be rushed,

you see.

Science is

like a fine cheese.

You ready, E-Rock?

Affirmative.

Earthquake, earthquake!

Earthquake! Earth...

Good morning, sir!

A little

stargazing last night?

What time is it?

Wake up,

we're not in bed anymore!

What on earth is that?

Oh, uh, Scrimmage Academy

has a new guest headmaster too,

Miss Peabody.

Oh, and it is 8:
45.

8:
45?

Oh, sir, do you have time

to sign this card for Gordon?

Not again!

What on earth

do you think you're doing?

I had a feeling

that baba ganoush

was a little bit dodgy.

Oh, you're having

an inner crisis,

but it's not

the intestinal kind.

What are you doing here?

I am here for you.

Peabody is out there,

making your girls miserable,

and you're in here hiding.

I'm not hiding.

Yes, you are!

You're hiding!

From me, angry Scrimmage!

I let go of my anger

years ago.

I am Zen,

with a hint of lavender

and a little bit of eucalyptus.

Is that what that smell is?

Woo! And what is with

the bedazzling?

Not a good look.

Wow, you are not just angry,

you are downright sarcastic.

Oh, very perceptive!

Okay, stop that.

I am here to show you

that there are some things

worth getting angry over!

I have no interest

in having that conversation.

I'm not here for

a conversation!

I'm here to fight!

Ha, ha, ha!

Ow, uh,

get out of my head!

Okay, this is it.

We need to show Peabody

this marching thing is a snap.

Who are we even

trying to impress?

Bruno's not here,

Miss Peabody is unimpressible...

What's the point?

The point is...

just do your best.

And don't fall behind

or make any mistakes.

Here comes Peabody,

Get to your spot,

you can do it, come on...

Attention!

It's time for you lapdogs

to march.

But before we begin,

I have two words of advice.

Impress me.

Company, fall in!

And... march!

Right face!

Forward, march!

To the rear, march!

To the rear, march!

Here comes the big one.

This should be good.

Column, right!

Oh, no!

I'm sorry.

Oh, you have got

to be kidding me.

Well, I had

high hopes for you girls,

but looks like

one of the poodles

let the other pooches down.

I'm sorry, guys.

I didn't order you to speak.

But I do order you to run

around the whole campus,

once...

for every girl

that you let down.

Well, why are you still

standing there?

Oh, zip it.

Pardon me?

Stop picking on Diane.

She worked harder

than anyone else here.

Well, let's get running.

Where do you think

you're going?

Well, you're all about

teamwork, right?

Well, me and Diane...

We're a team.

Well...

When you get back,

it's straight to the brig!

This school doesn't

have a brig, does it?

Wow! You guys...

A plus. Sounds great.

One question.

Why are there

so many of you?

It's totally unnecessary.

It's necessary

for maximum fun.

Besides, if we don't

take this band seriously,

- we'll never make it.

- Exactly.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey, Elmer.

This, uh, red light...

Isn't that

supposed to be green?

The uber-sub isn't picking up

the signal.

No signal, no earthquakes.

But Wizzle's ready

to quit any day now.

We have to fix it.

That would mean

getting back

into Wizzle's basement.

And there's no way

he'd fall

for that Wally trick

a second time.

What if I didn't have

to trick my way in?

Right?

What if we found a way

to trick Wizzle

into rushing out?

You mean, like, a distraction?

I mean the ultimate

distraction.

I think it's time

Mr. Wizzle

finally meets you...

Gordon.

Uh, no.

Yes.

No!

Yes!

- Nice moves.

- Good luck, buddy.

I can't believe

you talked me into this.

Gunhold?

The albatross has left

the lighthouse.

What?

That's my code for:

"Wizzle has left the cottage".

You can't just

improvise code words!

They have to be determined

in advance!

Gunhold?

Gunhold! You're real!

You're really real!

Call me Gordon.

You're coming with me

to the office

so I can put you in the database

because you're real!

You're real!

You can't do that, stop.

Stop...

Why aren't you stopping?

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