Bruno & Boots: The Wizzle War Page #7

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where you will be

greeted with a warm smile,

aromatherapy,

and a shiatsu massage.

And no one

will yell at you, ever.

Boots O'Neil and associates,

here to see

George Wexford-Smyth III.

Mr. O'Neil, welcome.

Is it just me,

or is this

place bigger on the inside?

Must be

an optical illusion.

Welcome back, old bean.

It's been far too long.

You're still outsourcing

your hugs, I see.

Well,

it was Mummy's idea.

Welcome to Wexfunds,

old shirts.

You see, when I told Daddy

that I wanted to open up

a branch of his company

right here in Macdonald Hall,

why, he laughed so hard

that caviar

came out of his nose.

He wasn't even eating caviar

at the time.

Oh, well.

Off we go!

Nasty.

Come on, let's go.

So now I'm one of Father's

biggest profit centers,

offering not only investments,

but a wide suite

of management services,

including,

but not limited to,

privacy management,

legal consultation,

and cloud data storage.

Data storage, really?

Yes, old calculator.

Gobs of money

in data storage these days.

Now, we have a business

proposition for you.

A start-up?

I'm intrigued.

Prepare yourself for the

next big thing in home dcor:

giant food art.

Sorry, old charcoal barbecue,

did you just say,

"giant food art"?

You know,

I think that a picture

is worth

a thousand words.

Why don't we

show him what we've got?

This is just a picture

of a hamburger.

Why would anyone

want this?

B- But it's not

just a picture

of a hamburger.

It's a giant picture

of a hamburger.

Look at the detail.

Let's start from the top,

shall we?

Sesame seeds.

Mmm!

At this size,

you can really enjoy them.

You can see their beautiful

glistening texture.

The lettuce is in there,

just encased around the burger,

really just keeping

all that flavor in there...

Try it now.

Oh, I think I know

what's coming.

It's some red onion!

Red onion is coming in there...

Go.

Take this,

I'll stand guard.

Look at the detail,

the red onions comes

and invigorates your taste buds.

You really want

some more burger.

Oof! Mmm!

All right, Elmer,

where does Wizzle

store his demerits?

According to George's records,

Rack eight, drive...

"The Third".

Puppy videos, puppy videos,

puppy videos...

Wow, he really

likes puppy videos...

Wizzleware, Okay!

Ugh.

Set it to diagnostic mode.

Okay, okay, I got it.

What's next? Hurry!

Now you have to input

a 77-digit alphanumeric

code, and yes,

it is case sensitive.

Let's see here.

Capital J, one...

Wait, is that capital J,

lowercase L?

Could be an uppercase I.

Bruno!

Boots!

What are you doing here?

I'm erasing

Wizzle's demerits.

So am I!

I had to take over for you,

so I am leading

the mission.

Dude, good job taking over,

because you're doing exactly

what I'm doing here,

but I was just

gonna use a hammer.

Who are you?

Students identified:

Bruno Walton. Melvin O'Neil.

I'm at a total loss here.

What do I need to do

to get through to you boys?

Maybe I need

to completely rethink

my approach to discipline

here at Macdonald Hall.

Really, sir?

I'm actually

really glad to hear that.

Yeah, me too.

That's it!

Wait, what's it?

Miss Peabody seems

to run a pretty tight ship.

Maybe it's time

I introduced myself.

No, no, no, please,

sir, don't, please.

We have to stop him,

or Macdonald Hall's gonna be

the world's first computerized

military academy.

Let's go, let's go!

What do you mean,

you're all that's left?

Against two girls?

Doberwomen,

prepare to ambush.

Hello? Miss Peabody?

No, Mr. Wizzle,

this is a mistake!

You wanna talk about new

discipline ideas, I mean,

we're your guys.

Yeah, yeah, um,

digging ditches,

wolf wrestling,

dumpster detention?

We can work with that.

I've made up

my mind, boys.

Macdonald Hall

needs to be ruled

with an iron fist.

And somewhere

in these woods is a lady

who has two of them.

Cease fire, cease fire!

Who are you?

We're Bruno and Boots.

This is Mr. Wizzle.

He's leading the pilot program

at Macdonald Hall.

Please don't attack us.

Quiet!

You mean to say

that we wasted

all of our precious ammo

on this?

Unless...

Is this a trap?

No! No!

Nobody's trapping anybody.

Retreat!

Uh-oh. This looks bad.

Hello, Gloria.

Have you met Diane?

I believe she has talents you

haven't fully appreciated.

Fire!

Good job, girls!

Don't stop!

Reload!

Woo-hoo!

We won!

You cheated!

That's right, I saw

your fancy massage tables

and your incense!

And if that

wasn't bad enough,

you had to go

across the street

and get help

from the boys.

Well, you leave me

with no choice

but to extend training

through the whole summer,

and that goes for everyone!

What?

See? An iron fist.

It's time I followed

in her example.

No. I should do this myself.

For multiple infractions,

Boots, 18 demerits.

And Bruno,

I think just one will do.

Here goes.

Yeah.

Hey, I have an idea.

Why don't you call

my parents, right,

and tell them

we got expelled,

and I'll hide in Australia

until this

just all blows over?

It's only fair.

We wouldn't even

be in this situation

if it wasn't for me.

What? What the...?

Were one of those balloons

that hit you frozen?

It's true.

I thought

I could be like you,

but all I did

was just get in the way

of you actually doing it.

The Bruno way should've

saved the day, but...

...it didn't.

Should we get this

over with?

Yeah.

I can't afford a ticket

to Australia anyway.

Hello?

Yeah, okay.

We're on our way.

Come in.

Ah! Hello, boys.

I heard about

the expulsion situation.

It's unfortunate indeed.

However, I did read

a subsection of the agreement

that may be pertinent

in this case.

Sir, are you living here?

No!

Yes.

Why?

Doesn't matter, never mind.

Where did I...?

Aha!

Listen to this.

"Expulsions and their appeals

"are the sole decision

of Wizzleware sysadmin

Walter C. Wizzle."

Huh?

Yeah, huh?

You get an appeal.

You get to ask Wizzle

to reconsider your expulsion.

It is now almost 5:00

on Friday,

so this has to wait

until Monday,

which gives me the entire

weekend to work on this.

Ha!

So we're somewhere between

expelled and not expelled,

hoping that you can find a

loophole that may not even exist

or that

the assistant headmaster

that literally

just expelled us

will suddenly magically

change his mind?

Exactly.

Have a good weekend.

Out, out, out, out!

We've got one last shot

to save our bacon.

That's why I've called

the whole team together.

The whole team.

I don't wanna do this...

I didn't ask.

Boots.

Diane.

Cathy.

Bruno.

Wilbur!

Well, that was fun.

Bye!

Fine.

We wanna

get rid of Peabody

as much as you want

to get rid of Wizzle,

and we could've used

your help ages ago,

but someone

was too stubborn to ask.

Ahem!

Fine,

that someone was me.

Now can we all

just stop talking

and figure out how

to get rid of these jerks

once and for all?

Nice job on

the sidekick, Grant.

She has her moments.

Okay,

can we just get to work

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