Jack Page #2

No, no. No, no, don't get that.

I saw-- I saw your butt.

- Yeah, you did.|- Sorry.

Let's see.

- What do you hear?|- Nothing. It's okay.

- How about the toes?|- The toes are okay. I can feel that.

- Here?|- I can feel that.|- How about that?

- That's o-- That's--|- Yeah? That's much better?

Oh, go--

- Now--|- That feels good now.

- I told you about those laces, champ.|- Yeah.

- Hmm?|- Yeah.|- Okay.|- You did. Sorry.

- So, where were we?|- History.

History. Okay.

So, by the time he was 18...

the young Alexander|had already conquered|most of the Greek city states...

and some feel that|he had learned everything...

from his tutor, Aristotle.

Jack.

- Jack.|- Hmm?

- What did I just say?|- Aristotle.

- Where's Aristotle?|- Book.

- Where's Jack?|- Outside.

I think what you have|set up here is wonderful.

I'm not trying to take|anything away from that.

I know you're not.

But to say that Jack should start|going to public school is crazy.

Yeah, but because|a person is different...

you can't make|an outcast of him.

But we'll talk to the principal.

The principal will prepare|the students.

Mr Woodruff,|he's got a 5:00 shadow.

I don't think he can fit in.|I wish he could.

But nobody said|it would be easy.

Jack's developed defence mechanisms just|like any child with a shortcoming does.

I appreciate what|you're trying to do...

but Brian and l,|we've seen how people react.

We've been through this before.

I just don't want Jack...

to have to face that.

Look at his eyes.

His child's eyes.

Look at his eyes|when he sees other children.

His life moves faster than ours,|and he wants to lead a full life...

and I don't think you|ought to let it pass him by.

It's not fair.

- Marco.|- Polo.

I've found you now.

- Got ya!|- Gotta touch me!

Would you two|knock it off up there!

"You better knock it off up there!"

- Marco.|- Polo.

Gotcha! You're it!

Oh, honey. Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

You know, if something's wrong,|Jackie, you can tell me.

Mr Woodruff mentioned|something today.

What, honey? Huh?

You can tell me.

Mom, am I a giant?

No, of course not!

- Where did you hear that?|- Is that why I don't go to school?

Honey, I've told you.|It's lots of things.

What things?

We'll talk about this, okay?

When?

-Well, not right now. It's time for bed.|-Time for bed.

- Brush your teeth. Put down the lid.|- Brush your teeth. Put down the lid.

Good night, Mom.

Woodruff doesn't know|what he's talking about.

If he doesn't know what|he's talking about, then why|are we paying him all this money...

to tutor Jack?

I blame him, filling Jack's head|with all these ideas of going to school.

Imagine that.

A teacher wanting a kid|to go to school, hmm?

Where do they get such ideas?

That's how we do it?

Just throw him into school?

- Mm-hmm.|- You know how children are.

They make fun of|the fat kid and...

the kid who wears glasses.

What do you think they're gonna do|to a six-foot, hairy kid?

Mom, Dad.

Jackie? You okay, honey?

- Something wrong?|- Oh, I'm okay.

Just can't sleep.|I had a scary dream.

Can I sleep in here?

Uh, yeah. Of course, buddy.

Stimpy too?

- Sure.|- Okay.

Oh. Hey. Easy.

Okay.

Hey, come on. Come on.|Come on. Come on.

- Jackie. Go to sleep.|- Okay.

- Good night, Mom.|- Good night, sweetie.

Good night, Dad.

You sure he's ready for school?

Jackie'll be fine.

It's the rest of the world|I'm worried about.

Taking a look at traffic|approaching the Bay Bridge, not too bad.

The metering lights have been|switched on at the toll plaza.

The wait begins right about|the Oakland army base right now.

Marin County is under fog,|but the driving's at the speed limit...

down and across the Golden Gate Bridge|as you make your way into the city.

That's traffic.|Back to you, Rick.

Hey, it's Rick the Lip with you|on the "Z" Morning Zoo.

Another beautiful one out there|in the city by the bay.

And guess what.|We're still here.

How about that little wake-up call|that happened this morning at 5:00?

- Only 3.2 on the Richter scale,|but I tell you what...|- 3.2!

it was a big fat 10|on the scared-the-hell-outta-me scale.

- Didn't scare me!|- This man hasn't shaken|so much since I was single.

Hey, hey, you got someplace|to be at 7:00?

- Yeah, Rick, I gotta be at school!|- You're kidding. You're late.

- 7:
05.|- I'm late?|- Get yourself outta bed.

- I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!|- You got a whole day out there|waitin' for ya.

- Go! Yeah!|- I'm livin' it. Let's go!|- I'm livin' it, too, Rick!

- Let's do it, people.|- I'm gettin' to it, Rick!

Misunderstood|Got an--

I hate that song.

- There you go. Easy.|- Dad, let me do this on my own, okay?

- Well, just--|- Watch.|- Okay, okay, okay.

But ta-- Take it easy.|Take it easy.

- And--|- Okay.|- Okay.|- Okay, okay.

- Dad, l-- Dad, Dad.|- Okay. Okay, just--|Okay, hold it. Hold it.

- Let me help you. Oh!|- Ow! Dad!

- Here. Oops. Put this little Kleenex--|- Okay, put that there.

- Ah. Okay.|- Okay. Thank you.

Let me just get|that last little part there.

- Yeah, just finish up...|- Okay.|- and come on down.

- Okay.|- Hurry up.

- You psyched?|- Psyched.|- Okay.

Oh, wow.|Look at all those kids.

- Just remember, you can come|home anytime you want to.|- Uh-huh.

- Okay?|- Yeah.|- Okay.

I'm okay. Thanks, Dad.

Hold it, Jack!

Come here. Let me get this.|Okay. Here we go.

- Come on.|- I pledge allegiance to the flag...

of the United States of America.

- And to the republic--|- Welcome, welcome, welcome.

- One nation, under God--|- Thank you, Mr and Mrs Powell and Jack.

Jack, how nice to see you.

I'm Mr McGee.|I've heard so much about you, Jack.

- Hello, Mr Magoo.|- McGee.

- Oh. McGee.|- Yes.|- Magoo.

Jack, how would you like|to see your classroom? Yes?

- Yes.|- A little louder.

- Yes.|- A little louder, Jack.

Yes!

Follow me.

- Is he deaf?|- It's okay.

- Tell me, Jack.|What do you think of it so far?|- Humongous heck-a-cool.

It is "heck-a-cool"|and a wonderful school.

A fun school, an upbeat school.

And I hope you'll have|the time of your life here.

You'll have some wonderful|teachers and wonderful pupils.

- And you're going to be one of them.|- Wow!

Here's your classroom right here.|Miss Marquez.

One second. Honey,|you want to be buttoned up, don't ya?

- Too tight.|- That too tight? All right.|- Okay.

- Don't give me a snuggie.|- Okay.

Mom, don't. That's gross.|You're embarrassing me.

Listen, honey,|if anybody's mean with you...

you just tell your teacher and someone|will call me and, and I'll kill 'em.

- Karen.|- Now are you ready, Jack?

Yes. Um--

Are there any other questions?

Miss Marquez, excuse me, but your new|student, Jack Powell, has just arrived.

Jack, this is Miss Marquez...

your fifth grade teacher.

Come in, please.

Don't be shy.

Come in, Jack. Come in.

Whoa! No way.

- Jeez, he looks like my dad.|- Except hairier.

Come on. It's okay.

Welcome to our class.|I'm glad you're here.

This place is for fun.

Everybody, this is Jack Powell.

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