Bruno & Boots: The Wizzle War Page #6

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Okay, Elmer, I've got it,

and there's a red light

flashing on the side.

Oh, dear.

Um, this repair

might take

a little longer than expected.

What?

Wait, why aren't you stopping?

'Cause I'm Gordon G. Gunhold,

baby, and this is how I do!

Cowabunga to the extreme!

Maxin' out...

Bruno, I'm running out

of bro speak. Are you out yet?

Definitely not.

We need more time!

Bruno, have you found

the relay wire yet?

Definitely not.

Wizzleware classifies

skateboarding

as a level two distraction.

All right, boys, looks like

all those years at soccer camp

are about to come in handy.

Ah! Oh, Mommy!

Mommy, please!

Oh, this doesn't

feel good at all!

Just breathe,

try to breathe.

Oh geez, wow!

Is that a bone?

Oh man,

somebody call an ambulance!

Wait... Elmer, Elmer,

yeah, I found the wire!

Great! Now plug it

into the auxiliary board

and get out of there!

Uh, that sounds bad.

What's happening?

Oh, that's not good.

You feel it too?

I was right!

We're all gonna die

in an earthquake.

We're all gonna die

in an earthquake!

The seismic pressure

is intensifying.

Something's gonna blow!

Bruno, get out of there now!

W- whoa.

Bruno, hurry up!

You're not Gordon Gunhold,

you're Bruno Walton's

sidekick, Socks!

It's Boots!

And he's the sidekick!

What the doodle

is going on here?

Elmer, do something!

Precisely my intention!

Ugh.

Come on!

Heads up.

We're sorry

for almost killing you.

Heh. Sounds extra bad

out loud, huh?

Let's talk about this

from the beginning, shall we?

Uh, that won't actually

be necessary.

Assess and discipline.

Students identified:

Bruno Walton, Melvin O'Neil.

Sixty demerits.

Well, that about does it,

I guess.

Sir,

this was all an accident.

We may have been dumb,

and we may have acted

irresponsibly, but we...

What's wrong, Walton?

Wizzle warned us

the bands only have

double-digits for a reason.

I- In other words,

a hundred demerits

means you're expelled.

I'm kind of afraid to look.

It's okay.

Just show us.

Oh.

You're close,

but you're gonna be okay.

But you better be

on your best behavior

till I sort out

this contract. Got it?

I'll make sure he is.

That was close.

Too close.

Tell me about it.

I think a solid bronze head

just missed my head.

Dude, no slip

and slide?

It's not worth it.

Sliding down...

Yeah, I guess it's best

to play it safe.

Dude, I need to play it

safer than safe,

cause if I get

one more demerit...

I don't want

to think about it.

Come on, Diane,

Come on!

You can do it.

We're almost there.

Come on!

We did it. Together.

We showed them.

Walton, Peabody,

everyone who ever doubted us.

You...

are a special kind

of stubborn, Cathy Burton.

Are we really done,

or is this what a jogging coma

feels like...

A water balloon?

With a note inside?

It's from Peabody.

"Lapdogs, your next assignment

"will be a water balloon war.

"There will be two teams.

"The red team will consist

of Cathy and Diane,

"and the blue team

will be Miss Peabody

"and her hand-picked platoon

of Scrimmage girls.

"The winning team

gets to sleep in

"and miss next week's

calisthenics class.

"The losing team gets

two extra months

"of combat training

and practice.

All summer."

I can't lose my summer.

I've got engineering camp!

And I've got...

summer!

Well, then...

I guess we have to win this.

More balloons.

If we stand any chance

against Peabody,

we need

all the ammo we can get.

The wetter, the better.

What's the point?

It's you and me alone

against the whole school.

We may as well be up

against the whole world.

You're right,

except for one

itty-bitty detail:

You're not alone.

Miss Scrimmage?

Yes, girls, I'm back

and I'm here to help.

You're gonna help us?

I'm no warrior,

but I finally realized

I know a thing or two

about putting up

a fight in other ways.

That's exactly what we needed,

a secret weapon.

Oh, I'm not

our secret weapon.

Diane is.

Grab a wrench, dear.

It's time to do

what you do best.

Bruno won't be joining us

on this mission.

In fact, he can't even know

it's happening.

So Bruno's 99, it's true?

Yep, and that's why we have

to hit Wizzle at the source.

His audio dongle!

I meant the thing in his ear.

But you said "audio,"

heh, heh.

Wizzle's earpiece

is just a gizmo.

We need to find and erase

the source of all of our misery,

especially Bruno's.

The demerits.

"How would that help?"

Yeah, who cares

if the demerits are erased?

If Wizzle...

We're talking about Wizzle.

He doesn't

have to remember anything,

Wizzleware

remembers it for him.

If there's no evidence

of a demerit,

it doesn't exist.

What if this plan

doesn't work?

It has to.

We could really use

Bruno's help on this.

Hey.

We don't need him.

I'm the Bruno now.

Heh.

Ugh!

Man, is it just me,

or does the WizzleFuel

have a little more

of a plastic-y

aftertaste today?

I can't complain.

Can't risk

the possible demerits.

Wait, where are the guys?

That's a really

nice blouse, Ms. Davis.

Where did you get it?

Paris? New York?

The future?

What do you want?

I'm here to apply for the

out-of-province student bursary.

I'm pretty sure they're

in the file cabinet in the back.

Way back.

You know,

I've been at this job

for quite some time, Wilbur.

Long enough to know

when I'm being tricked

into going into the back

so some twerp

can sneak

something from up here.

Hypothetically.

Um, well, you see...

Now if, hypothetically,

you and your pals

were up to something,

would that something have

anything to do with getting rid

of this Wizzle stinker?

Well, if we were,

we would need to borrow

a copy of

the school blueprints,

including electrical schematics.

Hypothetically.

This is it.

After snooping through

Wizzle's file directory

and following the cables

that came out of his office,

we found where

he stores the demerits,

and it's not good.

Let me guess,

saved in some hard drive

in the middle

of a tech warehouse in Idaho.

Worse.

George Wexford-Smyth III's room.

Isn't his room

more like an office?

Yeah, an office

that doubles as a vault.

I had one idea, but...

maybe we should take the night

and think it over.

Okay.

No.

That's not

what Bruno would do.

We're gonna do the first plan

that popped into my head,

because that is

what Bruno would do.

Chris, we're gonna need

your art supplies.

We'll need suits.

Business suits.

Ladies, our battle

is about to begin.

If there's

one thing I do not want to see

on the battlefield today,

it's mercy.

Because today,

you're no longer lapdogs.

In fact,

I pity the lap

that tries

to get in your way.

You're my team, my army,

and we are the Doberwomen.

First wave,

grab your weapons.

Prepare to march.

Incoming!

I- I'm not ready yet!

No, please, please, please...

Hello, enemy combatants.

Despite our differences,

we welcome you with open arms.

Should you choose

to join our cause,

please proceed to

the deserters' welcome station,

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