Minor Details Page #5
One Of Emily's Pranks.
Yeah. That's It.
Why Are You Looking So Guilty,
Brad?
Me? I'm Not.
Riley:
Yeah.
Hey, Aren't You One Of The Only
Students Who Didn't Get Sick?
So? I Have A Strong Stomach
Lining.
I Get It From My Grandpa's Side
Of The Family.
Are You Trying To Pin
The Blame On Me?
For All We Know,
You Put The Note Up.
I Got Sick, Remember?
With The Other Sick Kids,
And I Helped Her Mop Up Her
Office.
Yeah, Brad.
I Didn't Do It. Honest.
Excuse Me, Please.
I Need To See That Note.
Do You Really Think
Someone's Trying To Poison Us?
I'm Going To Call My Parents.
I Want To Go Home.
This Is Just Somebody's Idea
Of A Little Joke.
And That's All.
Now, Off To Class,
And Get Rid Of That.
For Evidence.
This Is The Last Time
I'm Helping You With The Lab
Dishes.
It's Really Gross, I Know.
I'm Sorry.
But I Really Need The Extra
Credit.
I'm Worried About
My Last Homework Assignment,
But I'll Make It Up To You, I
Promise.
Professor Plume:
Just Another Day Or So, And
My Mission Will Be Accomplished.
The Students?
Oh, No.
They Don't Suspect A Thing.
Why Would They?
About Certain Things
They Can Be A Bit Clueless.
[ Door Squeaks ]
Oh! I'll Call You Back!
Why Were You Listening
To My Conversation?
Oh. We Weren't. We Just Came In
To Clean Lab Dishes.
Professor Plume:
Oh.
Did You Hear Anything That I
Said?
Live.
Please Live.
Taylor:
He's Watching Us.
Paige:
I Know.
He Knows We Know.
I Know.
Say It,
But I'm Actually Getting Reallyk
Of Candy Bars.
Not Me.
I Could Eat Them Forever.
It's Professor Plume,
Just Like We Thought It Was!
Yeah! And He Knows We Know.
What?
We Heard Him Talking On His Phoe
About Some Big Plans
And How None Of The Students
Knew
And How In A Few Days
Accomplished.
What Mission?
I Don't Know, But You Should
Have Seen The Look On His Face.
It Was Evil.
So, What Are We Going To Do?
There's Only One Thing We Can
Do.
What's That?
We'll Tell Him That The Gig Is
Up,
And We'll Call The Police
If He Doesn't Confess.
Yeah, And Then He'll Murder Us
And Turn Us Into That Green Glop
He Has In His Classroom.
What If That Green Glop
Is The Juice Of Former Students?
Oh, Gross!
All Right, We Have Two Choices:
We Tell The Principal,
Or We Confront Plume.
Okay, Then, We'll Confront
Plume.
After Chemistry, Agreed?
Agreed.
Agreed. But You Guys
Are Doing The Talking.
Okay.
Riley.
Yes, Sir.
I Am Pleased To Announce
That You Are The Only Student
Who Received An A On Last Week's
Homework Assignment.
Thank You, Professor Plume.
On That Homework Assignment.
Bravo.
I'm Dead Meat.
How Did You Get An A?
I Pulled A Few Strings.
What Kind Of Strings?
Ew! George?
Professor Plume:
Put Your Books Away, Please.
Please Be Ready
For An Announcement,
A Very Important Announcement.
I Had Hoped To Keep My Plans
Secret For A Little While
Longer,
But I'm Afraid
That's Now No Longer Possible.
Now, With The Permission
Of Principal Littman,
I Have Submitted A Number Of Nas
From The Students In This Class
To Compete
And I Am Pleased To Announce Tht
Those Students Have Been
Accepted.
Sean, Ethan, And Vanessa,
George, Riley, And Paige.
I Thought You Said
You Were Doing Bad In This
Class.
Nurse Betty, On Intercom:
^Ino! Not Again! Not Again!
^Isomebody!
[ Moans ]
Girl:
I Can't Drink This.You Think You're Going To Die?
I Know I Am.
Girl:
Nurse Betty, I Need More Pepto.
We're All Out.
But I Need It Bad.
I Sent Oscar Out To Get Some.
Like That's Going To Help.
Yeah, Last Time
You Sent Oscar Out,
He Didn't Come Back For Days.
Then When He Finally
Did Come Back,
He Had Forgotten
What You Had Sent Him Out For.
I Want My Mom.
Me Too.
Me Three.
Me. . . Four!
We've Been In This Line
For A Long Time.
Did You Hear The News
That The Cafeteria's Poisoned?
Let's Go.
There Is No Way I'm Keeping You
In This School.
Please.
Ten Students Left Danforth
This Morning.
Principal Littman Is Freaking
Out.
My Mom Wants To Pull Me Out,
Too.
She Can't Do That!
I Won't Let Her.
How Sweet!
If You Leave,
I Won't Have Anyone To Pick On!
-Take It Back!
-Okay! Okay!
Girls:
It's Not Sean.
Okay, Okay. It's Not Sean.
Who's Next?
Both:
Emily.Wow. This Is Not What I
Expected.
You Just Never Really Know A Pen
Until You Break Into Their Room.
Well, Except For Sean.
Yeah, That Was Exactly
What We Expected.
Let's Do This.
Abby:
Can't Find Anything.
Taylor:
Me Neither.I Wish Our Rooms Were This Nice.
What Are You Guys Doing?
This Is My Room.
And You're Looking In My Room.
No Way! You Think It's Me?
I Can't Believe It!
You Actually Think
I'd Do Something Like That?
Remember The Time
Shoes?
And The Ants In My Bed?
Paige:
And The MolassesIn My Conditioner Bottle?
That Was You?
I'm Not Trying To Make Anyone
Sick!
Raise Your Right Hand.
Do You Solemnly Promise
That You Are Totally Innocent?
Uh, Let's Rephrase That.
Okay.
Do You Solemnly Promise
That You Didn't Write That Note?
I Solemnly Promise!
I Believe Her.
You Do?
Yeah. For One Thing,
I Don't Think You're Smart Enouh
To Pull Off Something This Big.
Yes, I Am!
And Another, I Don't Think Evenu
Would Do Something This Low.
Yes, I. . .
No. I Really Wouldn't.
To Say Sorry For Suspecting You,
You Can Sit At Our Table For
One Week.
I Mean, Once We Figure Out Who's
Contaminating The Cafeteria
Food.
Two Weeks.
Don't Push It.
Deal.
''Fly Fishing,
My First Kiss, And Cabbage.
Which Is The Most Graceful?''
[ Thud ]
Paige:
Who Threw It?Can You See Anybody?
There's Nobody Out Here.
What Does It Say?
''Stop Looking For Clues,
Or You'll Be Singing The
Blues!''
Let Me See It.
That's Freaky.
That Means Somebody
Knows About Us.
But The Only Other People Who Kw
About The Notes Besides Us Are--
Ethan, Brad, And Sean.
So, You Guys Think It's Them?
They're The Ones Putting Up Thes
Paige:
Who Else Could It Be?
Everyone Thinks
It's Salmonella Or Something.
Maybe It's A Copycat Crime.
Or It Was Them All Along.
And They're Just Trying
To Scare Us Off.
It Wasn't Ethan!
I Won't Believe It!
There's Only One Way
To Know For Sure.
How?
We Have To Watch Their Every Moe
And Never Let Them Out Of Our
Sight.
I Can Do That.
Why Do We Always Get Water Duty?
I Guess We're Not The Coach's
Pets.
Are.
Coach:
All Right. Good Job, Gir.Come On! Go, Go, Go, Go, Go!
Kick The Ball Higher!
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