Slappy and the Stinkers

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Can I go?

- Right on schedule.

- What about Mr Brinway?

Maybe we should really pee

just to make it look good.

He's busy singing. Besides,

he doesn't even know we're gone.

You just let all the Stinkers

leave at the same time!

- I hate it when you call them Stinkers.

- That's what they are!

We sail the ocean blue...

There's no way they all had to

relieve themselves at the same time.

When you gotta go, you gotta go.

Spencer, Max.

Got a little job for you.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

If Roy catches us in here, we're dead.

And we're stealing his tools.

He'll kill us twice.

Witz, we're on a tight schedule.

Are you in or are you out?

Well, I'm...in. Definitely in.

Good.

'Cause you're gonna be our test pilot.

I'm out! I'm out!

- All right, Witz, you're the man!

- The man's out. I'm out.

Domino, quit that,

I'm getting a headache. Ow! Ow!

- Mr Brinway, we saw them.

- Not now, this is my number!

- The Stinkers are up to something.

- What?

- They stole Roy's leaf blower.

- What are they doing with that?

- Will you sit still?

- Sorry.

I'm about to go where no kid

has ever gone before.

Make sure his helmet's on tight.

He could land on his head.

My head? Sonny, why me?

You should be happy. You'll be

the first kid to fly in a desk chair.

Did you say "die in a desk chair"?

Finished.

- What did you do that for?

- "S" is for Stinkers.

Mr Brinway calls us that. Why not

let him know we're coming?

Ready for take-off.

If something goes wrong,

hit the eject button.

I rigged the chair with a parachute.

- Parachute? I'm outta here!

- Just close your eyes. It'll be fun.

Everybody, stand clear!

Boy, this is just like Apollo 13.

Me and my pops saw it six times.

Five, four, three,

- two, one.

- Tell my mother I loved her.

Houston, we got a problem.

Loaf, how do we stop it?

Catch it and turn off the leaf blower.

What's it doing?

This isn't so bad.

I feel like I'm still on the ground.

Witz, run like The Fugitive!

- Hi, Roy.

- Hey, what up?

I knew you weren't peeing!

Halt!

Sorry, Mr Brinway.

Is it too late to go now?

- Get inside this minute!

- Yes, sir, Mr Brinway.

Wow!

It shaved his butt.

Hit the deck, Mr Brinway.

Look at that. Mr Brinway runs

just like Scooby-Doo.

Hop on, Mr Brinway.

- Hop on!

- What is that thing?

I don't know, but it's headed

for your new Jag.

- No! Not the XJS!

- Don't worry.

No! No!

Please, take me.

Don't take the Jag.

- Thank you, thank you.

- You can get out now, Mr Brinway.

Oh...the edger's still on.

It's off now, you can come out now,

Mr Brinway.

Sneaking out of opera appreciation,

stealing a leaf blower,

ruining my favourite seersucker suit,

causing several thousand dollars of

car-body damage, and more important,

disrupting the entire summer

enrichment programme here.

Your actions are an egregious assault

on the Dartmoor name.

You leave me no choice.

You're all expelled!

Mr Brinway, may I speak to you

for a moment, please?

- Sonny, what are we gonna do?

- He's just trying to scare us.

He's doing a great job of it.

I just wet my pants.

- I...

- Don't waste your breath, Harriet.

- Once I make up my mind.

- It's like a well-made hospital bed.

Once it's made up,

you can bounce a krone off it.

- The board of trustees' meeting...

- What about it?

Sonny and Lucy and Allen

are all on scholarship.

I don't think the board would like it

if you threw them out on the street.

What if the press were to get

hold of it? It could get really ugly.

The board would fire you.

People would point and laugh at you.

Some may even throw rocks.

You'd have to move to another town...

OK, OK.

I get the picture.

Children, perhaps

I was being a little bit hasty.

I'm very disappointed in you.

But I'm willing

to give you all one more chance.

As of now, you're on double probation.

If any of you steps out of line,

just once, you're all history!

Roy!

I found your desk chair

under the bougainvillea.

- It must've rolled out of your office.

- Rolled out?

Probably had too much oil

on the wheels. Happens all the time.

- Happens all the time, my foot!

- Did you disconnect the ejection seat?

Of course I did.

I guess I didn't.

Ouch!

- How are you feeling?

- I'm fine, if I don't move my head.

Attention, Dartmoor children!

Remember, the enriching aquarium

field trip is tomorrow afternoon.

Return your signed parental consent

forms, or you're not going!

There'll be no exceptions!

Sure is exciting about the field trip

tomorrow, isn't it?

Although I am allergic to shellfish.

I get hives and ugly rashes.

Sometimes I can't even breathe.

- How's it feel on probation, loser?

- I'm not a loser, I'm a test pilot!

All you Stinkers are losers, farthead.

Yeah, farthead. You shouldn't be

here at Dartmoor.

You should be in the cemetery.

You're right.

I think I'll go dig myself a hole.

What a cheap, dorky backpack.

Oops. I guess it wasn't closed.

Look at this!

- Pick it up.

- Why don't you make him?

How about we kick your butt so high

you'll be wiping your face

when you go to the toilet?

Yeah, Stinkers rule,

others drool, fool!

Hey, isn't that Mr Brinway over there?

Hi, Mr Brinway!

Hit me and you'll break probation,

butt-brains.

Yeah, butt-brains.

Hey, my backpack!

I'm gonna kill you!

- I'm gonna kill you!

- I wonder how that happened.

Oh, wow.

Harriet, look. Ouch!

It's Spencer Dane Senior

picking up Spencer Dane Junior.

I must have that man on my board.

That way, I can convince him to

donate for the Shakespeare festival.

Mr Dane!

Mr Dane.

Mr Dane.

We'll talk later. You look great!

Roy, get rid of that disgusting

beverage and drive with two hands.

Consider it gone.

Everybody's a critic.

- Loaf, heave it back at him.

- No, that's just what they want.

Yeah, they'll tell Mr Brinway

and we'll all get expelled.

We just can't sit here and take this.

We gotta do something.

How about we beat the crap out of 'em?

Sonny, tell her no!

Does anybody else

feel like throwing up?

- Don't blow chunks on me.

- I got an idea.

What are you doing here?

Sorry, I get bus-sick.

The Springville Aquarium proudly

presents Mysteries of the Oceans.

Somebody had carrots.

They still stink.

You're absolutely right.

By the way, Spencer, have you asked

your father about joining the board?

- I forgot.

- Of course you did. I understand.

You're a busy little man.

You got the money?

You got the merchandise?

Meet out back in the holding area

in 20 minutes.

Octopus? Hey, no way.

Here, pus, pus, pus!

Here, pus, pus, pus. Come here.

Hey, come here, come here.

Come play with Uncle Roy.

OK, I want my keys back.

Hey, I'm not kidding. I'm serious.

No! No!

Excuse me, ma'am, but where

do you keep your killer whales?

Sorry, dear,

we don't have any killer whales.

Oh, that's too bad. Let's go back.

What's the most awesomest thing

you've got?

The most awesomest thing we got?

Well...there's Slappy.

- Sure ain't no killer whale.

- Look how bummed out he is.

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