Bruno & Boots: The Wizzle War Page #8

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and get rid

of Wizzle and Peabody?

It's one thing to get Wizzle

to change his mind

about the expulsion.

Getting rid of Wizzle

and Peabody altogether

is a whole different thing.

He's right. Getting him

to change his mind

is gonna be impossible.

No.

Traveling faster

than light is impossible.

Me making the basketball team

is impossible.

This is just really,

really, really unlikely.

But what if instead

of changing his mind,

he had a change of heart?

There was this moment

in the woods...

You should've seen

Wizzle's face.

Wizzle has a serious

crush on Peabody.

So, so,

what I was thinking is...

we try to make Wizzle

and Peabody fall in love.

Okay, that's impossible.

You're impossible.

What good would them

falling in love even do?

Are you kidding me?

If we can actually

make the two

fall in love with each other,

they might just,

you know,

run off and get married

and start some school

on the other side

of the world.

But...

How do you make people

fall for each other?

It's not something

that just happens.

It's more likely

to just happen

over a romantic dinner.

Ah, mmm!

That's it!

We just set them up

on the fanciest,

most romantic date ever!

I know just the place.

You do? Where?

This classy little gem

called Manny's Kitchen.

Oh, no.

Seriously?

Uh, ew.

Woo!

Peabody speaking.

Oh, hello, Miss Peabody,

it's Superintendent Snow

calling.

I'd like to meet with you

to discuss the future

of your wonderful program.

Let's meet for dinner.

Yes, ma'am.

I'd be delighted.

Walter C. Wizzle speaking.

Oh, hello, Mr. Wizzle,

it's Superintendent Snow

calling.

I'd like to meet with you

to discuss the future

of your wonderful program.

So is that FaceTime?

Skype? WizzleChat?

What?

In person.

Oh?

Let's meet for dinner.

Sure thing, Miss Snow.

We need this to be

the most romantic dinner

of their lives,

Okay?

When the date starts,

Cathy and Diane

will be in the kitchen

to coordinate through

our earpieces, all right?

Okay.

Okay.

But first, there's a bunch

of heavy band equipment,

so we need to bring it in...

We got it all.

It's not that heavy.

Nothing compared

to our Peabody workout.

If being crazy strong

is wrong,

I don't wanna be right.

Wow.

And we should get

that TV

by their table turned off.

We don't want anything

to distract from romance.

Let's go.

Okay.

Okay, one question.

What happens

if the plan doesn't work?

Aw! He's got the Dog

and Puppy Channel!

So there is

a backup plan?

Yeah.

Heh.

We're gonna start

another earthquake?

Just a little one,

you know?

It's gonna frighten them

right into each other's arms.

Man, you better hope

this date works out.

Yeah, this...

Is this the right place?

Location confirmed.

Monsieur Wizzelle?

Wizzle.

But of course.

We've been expecting you.

Please, right this way.

We will do everything we can

to make this evening

unforgettable.

Oh, uh,

Superintendent Snow

sent word that she is, uh,

how do you say?

Delayed.

But she asked

that you wait for her

along with her other dinner

guest this evening.

Miss Snow sent me

to meet her and you?

Mr. Balloon War Ruiner?

Not a chance.

I'm outta here.

She can't leave.

What do we do?

I don't know!

You can tell Miss Snow

that she can...

Peabody.

Yes, Miss Snow.

I'm at the restaurant now.

Oh, I'm dreadfully sorry

about leaving you with that

devilishly handsome

Mr. Wizzle.

I'll be there

as soon as I can.

Well, I won't be here

when you arrive.

Miss Peabody,

I am your superior

and you are to stay right

where you are until I arrive,

which might

be quite a while, actually.

Do you have

a problem with that?

No, ma'am.

Take as much time

as you need, ma'am.

That's more like it.

Now, enjoy a taco platter

on me.

Ah! Compliments of Madame

Superintendent Snow:

A complimentary

platter de tacos,

featuring les btons

de fish de tacos.

French tacos?

Si.

Okay, guys,

give them a little space.

We will retreat

to allow you to have

a delightful conversation.

Bon apptit.

How do you think

it's going?

Pretty good.

How's my French accent?

It's French?

Thought it was Irish.

Well, I happen to think

that my system is superior.

Sure,

if you wanna teach kids

to sit on their butts

all day.

Well, at least

I don't have them doing

mindless exercise

all day.

Mindless?

Guys, a little help, please?

Well,

that didn't take long.

Come on.

Bet you never exercised...

How is everything?

Wonderful?

More sparkly?

Can you turn on this TV

so I can watch the game?

But of course.

No, don't do it,

don't do it!

Not!

Of course not.

Non, non, non.

Because...

It's time for music!

Oui.

Good evening,

ladies and gentlemen.

Gloria and Walter,

this one's for you.

Well, that's awfully...

nice?

His voice is as beautiful

as you are.

I mean,

not that you're beautiful.

I mean,

not that I noticed.

Look, tacos!

Mmm!

Wow. Good taco.

They're not bad.

I'm sorry I interrupted

your water war thing,

but it was nice to finally

get to meet you.

See you in action.

Well...

I know I can be

a bit of a windbag,

but trust me,

no matter

how I bark and shout,

I really feel that...

Oh, never mind.

Typical tech guy.

Can't take your eyes

off your gadgets.

There. That should do it.

How did you do that?

Oh, no big deal.

I just spoofed

the access board,

flipped some bits,

and voil!

Took control

of a multi-million dollar

broadcast satellite.

You can watch the game now.

That sounds

slightly illegal.

Eight to 10 years in prison.

But, uh, I know

how to cover my tracks.

It's going well.

We should let them be.

Are you kidding me?

If it's going well,

we need to hit them

with the romance

even harder.

No, no!

Bruno. Bruno!

Dessert time!

Is not right now.

Maybe later.

Uh, Superintendent Snow

will not be making it here

after all tonight,

but she has commanded us

to prepare for you

our most roman...

uh, fantastic brownie sundae

just for you two.

Oh, we don't need any.

You hear that?

They don't need it...

But they are getting it.

If you insist.

If he insists. Okay,

but let's keep it quick.

Would you like

some, uh, sprinkles,

some chocolate chips,

mallows la marsh...

How about, uh,

le works?

Ah!

He's very enthusiastic

about desserts.

Bruno, what are you doing?

Boots,

they're getting miffed.

The most important part...

Ah! The whipped crme.

Guys, enough!

You know what they say,

though:
less is more.

Uh, but none is no fun.

Careful with that.

We're just

trying to give you

the best service possible.

Which includes

the whipped crme!

Stop...

You're the worst!

What on earth

is going on here?

Students identified:

Wilbur Hackenschleimer,

Elmer Drimsdale,

Chris Talbot,

Melvin O'Neil, Bruno Walton.

Bruno? Boots?

You're all behind this?

Miss Peabody,

we can explain.

What are you

doing here?

Well, I've had my limit

for awfulness.

I'm leaving.

Me too.

We will get to the bottom

of this on Monday.

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