Last day ofschool sale,
boys and girls.
Getyour celebratory
contraband right here.
Shaving cream, T.P., goofy string,
maps ofthe teachers’ houses.
I’ll take one ofthem maps,
Hustler Kid.
Hey, Diggers, let’s party.
Can’t now. Gotta finish filling up
our holes before the end ofthe day.
Won’t be able to dig ’em up nextyear
ifwe don’t fill ’em now.
[ Spitting ]
Hey ! Big kids bury me !
Oops.
I, King Bob, in my last official
act before entering middle school,
hereby anoint this boy here
King Freddie the Second.
Mayyou boss around
all ofthe kids with fairness.
The king has graduated !
Long live the king !
- [ Cheering ]
- ¯¯ [ ‘‘Hail to the Chief’ ]
Elbow up !
Eyes forward !
You call that kazoo playing ?
- Ah, ceremony.
- I’m, like, moved, AshleyA.
Saywhatyou want about their
personal lives, Ashley Q
The royals have such style.
Keep ’em comin’ !
Let’s go !
Ms. Finster, the kids are practically
mad with last-day-of-school fever !

Ofcourse they are, Randall.
They’re animals living by pure instinct.
I’ve got a list
ofinfractions a mile long:
The Diggers
hit a water main,
- the kindergarteners
are feasting on paste,
- Never mind, Randall.
Hustler Kid is, uh--
Did you say ‘‘never mind’’ ?
That’s right, Randall. What I’ve
got here is bigger, much bigger.
All this year I’ve been holding
back on the ice cream, hiding it
from all those little savages.
Just look at it, Randall.
I’m counting 1 00, maybe 200 cases ofit.
What areyou going to do
with all those ice creams ?
Sell ’em back to the district,
ofcourse.
Think ofall the chalk
and erasers we can get.
But, Ms. Finster,
I’ve got dirt on everybody.
Well, everybody except
Detweiler and his pals.
Come to think ofit,
I haven’t seen those guys anywhere.
Ah, forget about ’em, Randall.
There’s nothing T.J. Detweiler and his
hooligan friends can do to stop me now.
Well, that should do it.
There’s enough here for everyone.
Good. Then it’s party time.
Kids ofthe playground !