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Maybe the world is blind or just a little unkind.

Don't know.

Seems you can't be sure of anything anymore.

Although you...

Do you know the expression, oh, my tired bones?

Yes. Well, my bones aren't just tired.

They're in a coma.

Odd day.

You don't know the half of it.

I'm a woman who's loved children all her life.

But if I have to walk those girls and their friends to and from school one

day, they're going to end up spots on the pavement.

to be the work of Scotty Lottabucci.

He's the worst child in the group.

Do you know he shaves cats?

Oh, God, no. Nobody's that cruel.

Henry, look what Scotty Lottabucci gave me.

What is it? Cat fur.

Scotty's the rottenest boy in the history of the school.

Yeah, one day he puts... on the teacher's chair. When she stood up, her

dress ripped off.

I think I like Scotty better than Margo.

Yeah, she's so stuck up.

Hello, I'm Margo, and I'm beautiful, and you're a peasant.

Then there's Alan. What a nerd.

I think he's kind of cute.

But he's mindless, Cherry.

You can be cute and mindless. In fact...

That and a boy.

Wait a minute.

Scotty, Margo, Alan, they sound like horrible people. Why do you want to walk

with them to school?

Because they're our best friends.

Oh.

Hey, Froggy.

Do I go play swamp?

Sure.

I don't think I approve Punky's association with that Lottaboochee

That boy could wind up in jail.

Lord, I hope I don't have to walk him there.

Mrs. Johnson, you have difficulty escorting those children to school for

simple reasons.

You have no organization or discipline.

Is that so?

It is.

The children know you're a self -touch, and they act accordingly.

Is that so?

It is.

Well, ooh -boo -dee -doo.

Eloquently put.

Having been in the Merchant Marine, I know the importance of organization and

discipline.

Is that so?

It is. Well, I'd like to see you handle the job.

Believe me, I'm tempted.

Well, then, why don't you do it? Why don't you walk the children to school

tomorrow? All right.

I will.

You'll be sorry.

You'll eat those words. You better eat them right now, because you're going to

need all the energy you can get.

Brewster Punky?

Yeah. Brewster Brandon?

Johnson Cherry?

Here. Kramer Margot?

Yes, sir.

Notabuchi Scotty?

Young man, insubordination will not be tolerated. Either shape up or ship out.

Anderson Allen?

I'm here.

Okay.

you will march to school the Warnemont way, which means no bickering, no

dawdling, no nonsense of any kind.

Is that understood?

Yes,

sir, Mr. Warnemont, sir.

Yes, sir, Mr.

Warnemont, sir. I can't hear you.

Yes, sir, Mr.

Warnemont, sir.

That's better.

On your feet.

One step forward.

Someone's yard.

I've been better.

I know it's been kind of a rough morning, but it won't be this bad after

when you walk back home.

Walk you home?

No problem.

Good.

I couldn't help but notice your pants.

Maybe you need a new dry cleaner.

I did have a little problem with Scotty Lottabucci on the way home. I don't know

what possessed that boy to try to shave a German shepherd.

I feel lucky to be alive.

Anzio was a picnic compared to this.

You may want to keep this as a souvenir.

Mr. Johnson, there's something I should say to you.

Yesterday, I carried on and on about how you lack discipline and organization,

and I intimated that when I took over, I would have no problem controlling

the children.

Well, I was wrong.

Now, I have something I'd like to say to you.

What's that?

I told you so.

got to tell you the good news. Me and the kids took a vote. We want you to

us to school every day.

Maybe the world is blind or just a little unkind.

don't know but you

to read.

Henry.

What is it, Punky?

I'm bored out of my skull.

If you don't come up with something for me to do, you're never going to finish

that book.

Well, now, when I was little and bored enough to annoy grown -ups,

I used to do something really fun.

Like what?

I used to go fishing.

Boring.

Okay. Fishing is one of life's greatest pleasures.

Boring.

Have I ever told you about Big Al?

Who's Big Al?

Only the largest, fastest, smartest fish God ever gave gills.

I've been after him for the last ten years.

Last year, I almost had him.

It was a hazy summer day.

I had the lake all to myself.

I put a big, fat nightcrawler onto my favorite hook and cast it perfectly

a sunken log.

As soon as it hit, the surface of the water began to boil.

I had a fish.

Was it Big Al?

You bet, you sweet sneakers.

I fought that fish for half an hour, just as I thought I had him. Big Al swam

right up next to me.

shook the hook out of his mouth, spat in my eye, and took off.

Fish spit?

Gosh. Can we go fishing today?

Oh, no.

You don't want to go fishing.

It's boring.

Please, Henry.

Well,

All right.

Yippee!

I'll call my friend. No.

But they can go with us.

Forget it.

You children have two choices.

Either you carry your own gear or you carry me.

Children, I want you to behold.

Isn't it beautiful?

Isn't it serene?

Yeah.

Why are we whispering?

Now listen.

It's important that we approach the lake slowly and cautiously and

quietly.

things straight.

I'm here to pull fish out of this lake, not children.

Anyone caught swimming, either voluntarily or accidentally, will have

Warniamont to answer to.

Does that go for hatch?

of you have gone fishing, so I think I should inform you that fish will not

a hook without a worm.

Oh.

I want each of you to pick out a nice, juicy nightcrawler.

Hey, worm.

I don't want to stab you. I'll just set you on the hook. You promise to hang on?

Harvey, just shove the hook through it.

Isn't it fun?

Aren't you children glad you came?

Yes, sir.

We got you.

We got you. You're scaring the fish.

Are you kidding?

We haven't seen a fish in five miserable hours.

I want to go home.

Yeah, we already get out of here. Come on, let's go. Just a minute, you guys.

Henry gave up his whole Saturday to bring us out here.

He bought us lunch and worms.

You just had a fish, and you're not being very nice to him. You're acting

bunch of bratty little babies.

Who are you calling a baby?

You! I was just asking.

Now, I'll get the backdrop for them. Catch one for Henry.

Thank you for saying that, Punky.

You're welcome.

How soon can we get out of here?

What? Look, I saw them for a while.

I've got to tell you something.

My heart wasn't in it.

Are you saying you don't like fishing?

Let's put it this way.

I'd rather go to the dentist.

Oh, I'm sorry, Punky.

I do love fishing.

And I'd hoped you'd like it, too.

I'll tell you what I love, Henry.

You. And I know you love me.

That's right.

Just because people love each other doesn't mean they like the same thing.

Like, remember the Saturday at the roller rink? I had a great time. You

Well, it would have been all right had that large lady not bounced me right

the popcorn stand.

Tell you what.

Let's go home, put our thinking caps on, and maybe we'll find something we'd

like to do together.

Great idea, Henry.

Thanks. Come on, children. Pick up your gear. We're going home.

Yay!

Henry.

Yes, Bucky?

My line is snagged.

That's snagged.

Here. I'll make it loose for you.

Bucky, you've got a fish.

Here.

It looks like you've got a big one there.

He's like a whale.

Just relax.

Let it run if he wants to.

Keep the tip of your rod up.

Pull back and reel in. Pull back and reel in.

John Funky, I'm proud of you. Thanks, Henry.

Well, what do you think of fishing now?

There's only one thing to say. I'm hooked.