Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Do I tip you or...

Oh, yeah. I didn't do school so good.

I was pretty nice, too.

Ashes floating around the world, being free,

Pesky Russians.

Or, who knows, maybe someone interesting

Uh, Ms. Jacobson, could you explain math again to me

Not even the basics, like deciding what I get?

And walking. And walking.

Uh, I don't think so.

Anyway, please disregard the evaluation

actually kind of an okay teacher?

Okay, fine, I guess I'll just be alone for eternity.

- and you get an A. - Hold on,

Ooh, there's a big puddle in her way.

and I realized that it's not her fault the erasers are bad.

so it's off your plate and then you can poop in peace.

I mean, who knows if my intercom evaluation even counted?

Crap. I don't want Ms. LaBonz to see my evaluation now.

Start a rumor, hope it spreads in there?

Mm. Then tell us what you think of our ideas for news segments.

You played ball, Ms. LaBonz.

Is "Antichrist" hyphenated?

We've just been too busy.

Principal Spoors heard your evaluation.

- Uh, yeah, pretty dotted. - Uh, s-sure, we've loosely...

In a few minutes, I'll sit down with each teacher one-on-one

but it's harder to eat lunch sitting on the table.

I've even tied a piece of yarn from my wrist to the handle

- Awful! - Principal's...

Oh, wait, I am. (laughs)

♪ So much harder to forget than you ♪

- Why would it be anonymous? - Work with me, Rudy.

So, if you want your ashes spread somewhere crazy

My real review is that,

probably aren't that rich and powerful.

Confused. Thank you.

Unless their lunch is sad, like a smushed sandwich or something.

That just felt, wow, like it got personal.

'cause it's scorching.

I may have been hacked.

Plus, see all these poor saps waiting?

- That rat. - (groans)

Yes, it's Teacher Evaluation Day.

Your diorama was a cotton ball in a white shoebox.