Bruno & Boots: This Can't Be Happening at Macdonald Hall Page #4

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Oh...

Uh, I think what Boots

meant to say was, uh, "Oh?"

Let's begin with how

incompatible you both seem to be

with virtually

every other boy in dorm 1.

Yeah, it's a real shame.

I feel like I could room

with anyone, but I don't know,

I guess the other guys just...

don't feel the

same way about me.

Yeah... ditto.

Hm. It's almost as if the only

people you two can live with

are... the two of you.

Almost, sir.

Except for one little wrinkle.

The plan to separate you is

working. Boots' marks are up 6%.

Really? That's great!

But 6% is not that much.

It's enough for me to think

- that separating you was

- a good idea.

- I'm tempted

- to keep it that way for good.

But that's not part

of the plan. I mean, uh...

I mean... no...

Not like we have a plan.

Or I had a plan.

What plan?

Well, regardless,

there's another little wrinkle

that's going to affect the way

we all live for a while.

Something happened at

Scrimmage's last night.

Oh... I mean,

oh?

Yeah, massive skunk damage. Some

kind of skunk mating frenzy.

- Carpets have to be ripped out,

- wood replaced...

- The air quality alone means

- it's going to be

- Uninhabitable

- for months.

I guess you already

know that we...

- Would have no choice

- but to invite

Our neighbors here

in their time of need.

P... pardon?

Say what now?

- Attention,

- Macdonald Hall students,

This is

Headmaster Sturgeon.

Macdonald Hall's mission is

to ensure each of you grow up

to be functioning adults,

and also understand

that change,

however difficult,

can also be a good thing,

especially when it means

being a good citizen

and a good neighbor.

There will be some new

faces in this school,

and possibly for the rest

of the year,

because Macdonald Hall is now

the new temporary home

of Scrimmage Academy.

Please welcome our guests,

while giving them

- what little space

- we can offer.

- Although their classes

- and living quarters

Will remain separate, we'll all

be under the same roof.

Maybe we should take our

chances with the skunks.

It smells like

grandpas in here.

Come on, Diane.

So let's all rise

to the challenge of this

temporary change, shall we,

and embrace the opportunity

to grow and to learn.

Thank you.

Wow.

So what does this mean?

Uh, it means that space

is now very limited,

so no more room changes.

Compatibility is a luxury

we can no longer afford.

But our... our room!

Your room is now...

Ah!

Scrimmage's Therapeutic

Bubble Wrap Room.

Apparently, popping

bubbles is a keystone

of her curriculum.

I'm sorry, boys,

- you won't be living together

- anytime soon,

- Not until things

- are back to normal. Clear?

Yes, sir. This

certainly brings everything

into perspective.

Oh, does it now?

Hello! Make way! Hello!

Coming through! Oh, watch out!

Oh, hello!

Eugenia... I mean Ms. Scrimmage,

what are you doing here?

Hello, office mate.

May I just say

that your generosity

is an inspiration,

and quite unexpected. Oh!

So much possibility in here.

All of this... gone.

Uh, you're moving

into my office?

Well, as headmistress, I need

a nexus of concentration,

and if the boys and girls

can share the school,

surely you and I

can share one room.

How would you say that the

energy flows best in this room...

This way, or this way?

Wouldn't you be much happier

in a... oh, I don't know,

a field or a lovely tree?

Ha! No, I would not.

I am not an orangutan.

It's not even

my spirit animal.

Well, we'll let you, uh,

rise to the challenge

and embrace opportunities.

I cannot work without my wind

chimes.

These will change

your life, William.

- So wait, you're

- telling us that you spent

the last month making our lives

a waking nightmare

from which there was

no escape, just so you two

could be roomies again?

But now you want our help to

do the same thing to the girls?

Maybe we owe you guys

an apology.

- Mm-hmm.

- Maybe!

- And Boots

- is working on that

- Right now, okay,

- but the bottom line is,

The longer the girls stay,

the more Macdonald Hall changes.

They have got to go.

- And the girls

- Could not agree more.

Don't touch me.

Wait, really?

Well, I don't know

what you guys are serving

in the buffeteria,

but it isn't food.

- And I don't know

- what buffeteria means,

But it isn't a real word.

- And one of your teachers

- scolded Diane

- for digging a hole

- in the schoolyard.

I was just trying to bury

my metaphorical inhibitions.

- Plus-and I mean this

- in the nicest way possible...

I've smelled fast food dumpsters

that stink less than you alls.

That's true.

That one's fair, actually.

The gong is ready to go.

- Oh no, we don't need that

- anymore, Wilbur.

I actually already have a plan.

Operation Fake Prank War.

That's...

that's brilliant.

If Sturgeon

and Scrimmage think

the boys and the girls can't get

along, they'll separate us.

- Scrimmage will find us somewhere

- else to stay

- While the school

- gets de-skunked.

A motel, a trailer park,

a ditch... anything would be

an improvement. No offense.

Guys,

do I have to remind you?

Bruno's plans don't

always go as...

planned.

He's right.

Sometimes they go better.

Alright, let's go!

Yeah!

- Okay, let's just remember

- the ground rules.

- That's right,

- where there are no rules,

- Only losers and winners.

- No!

That this is

a fake prank war

for Sturgeon's benefit.

We don't want to hurt anyone.

Right?

Right.

That too.

Ready...

Break!

She said I'm starting

A war today

I said you're already

On your way

I know trouble

Homerun, back where

You started from

Shotgun, sing me

Another song

Moron

Keep your seatbelt on

Bye, Walton!

Watch your back, girls.

All wrapped up

And ready to go

Eyes on the sun

And feet the snow

There isn't a place

Where we can't go

Oh-oh-oh

Select my targets,

am my newest invention,

the "Viscositizer", and...

Minimal malfunct... whoa!

Well, the liquid works.

And I know what

The future holds

Seen her on the center boards

Coming

Whether you're ready or not

Really?

All wrapped up

And ready to go

Eyes on the sun

And feet the snow

There isn't a place

Where we can't go

Oh-oh-oh

Okay, new plan, new plan.

Prank hard.

That is a prank war.

A game no one wins.

Maybe it's all in good fun.

Oh, that's not fun, Eugenia.

What on earth is that noise?

It's my wet noise generator.

It's just the thing to use

in times of stress.

Just the thing to give me

a splitting headache.

- Oh, that means

- I should turn it up.

Ugh.

All wrapped up

And ready to go

Eyes on the sun

And feet the snow

There isn't a place

Where we can't go

Oh-oh-oh

Walton!

Catch me!

No way this is gonna

get out of hand, right?

Well, define

"out of hand".

It always tries

To knock me dead

All wrapped up

And ready to go

Eyes on the sun

And feet the snow

There isn't a place

Where we can't go

Oh-oh-oh

All wrapped up

And ready to go

Eyes on the sun

Alright, second time's

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