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Brought to you by Berzerker Con. Go Berzerk-er.

I can't wait to see all our fave people

at the park today.

The old people playing checkers,

the kids running out all their energy,

that dog couple that's always having flirty spaghetti picnics.

That guy who skates to music only he can hear.

And who can forget Scribbling Salvatore,

Table Town's preeminent caricaturist.

And his rival...

...Annoying Andy,

for those who like their caricatures

with a meaner edge.

- Whoo! - Why would you want that?

Hey! Glarbin, what gives?

Oh. Hi, Kiff, I'm just closing up the park.

Normally, I spend every morning picking up the trash,

but I can't today.

Uh, I have to take my nephew to Berzerker Con.

And Table Town Charter prohibits the park

to be opened without first being cleaned.

Uh, but... but... but hold on, folks.

Glarbin, we will be happy to pick up the trash today.

I knew it.

I'll be back later to check on things.

How wonderful!

One piece of trash down.

Look, Barry, trash!

Wow!

I feel so alive.

Yay!

Oh, shoot.

We got it.

Oh! Bless you, Kiff and Barry.

Bless you.

Kiff! Look at this!

That's one of those 7/24-7 limited edition

Chubbles Wubbington cups,

promoting the underperforming feel-good family film,

We Bought a Loo.

Ooh! They really overestimated how much people

wanted to see Chubbles purchase a public toilet.

Those movie executives.

Oh, the hubris. But obviously not trash.

I can't believe someone would throw this away.

- So wasteful. - What should we do with it?

Let's start a clump for things that aren't trash,

and we'll figure out what to do with them later.

A clump. Excellent idea.

What you got there?

Fork with two missing prongs.

I know it's broken,

but I just don't want to throw it out.

Why not?

Well, it can't be used as a fork per se,

but it could be used as...

a comb for a goatee.

Oh, yeah, I see what you mean.

It might be a stretch, but it's just, uh...

I'm trying to follow my gut here.

Mm! Okay, let's start a new clump.

So, over here will be not trash, original use,

and then this clump will be not trash, repurposed.

Incredible.

- No! - No!

- Yeah! - Yeah!

And what about this?

Uh, let's put that

in the fixable sporting equipment clump.

And clumped and done.

That's all the trash in the park sorted.

- Perfect. We did it. - Yep.

Uh...

okay.

This one may have gotten away from us.

Kiff, more park people are here.

There's no room to play softball.

Where will we sit to feed Bird Greg?

Is this a stupid street hangout kind of place?

What do we do now? Well, we could sit in the street.

I liked having a park.

What do we do? The park is a wreck.

Everyone's gonna be so upset with us.

It's okay, Bar. We'll find a way to explain.

The grandmas and little softballers will understand.

Flirty dog couple just got here, didn't they?

Flirty dog couple just... Yeah.

Crud.

Kiff, Barry, I thought you two were cleaning up the park.

We were! We just had to sort through the trash first.

People waste a lot of good stuff, Joyce.

We can't just toss it.

Well, you ruined the park.

I am not feeding her spaghetti on a clump of trash.

Oh, man.

- Oh, what do we do now? - Could we sit in the street?

The street's got no ambience.

We gotta think of a solution fast before Glarbin gets back!

And spaghetti does not keep well!

Spaghetti keeps fine!

I liked having a park.

So, we can't throw the clumps out,

but we also can't keep them here. Uh...

Kinda looks like a roller coaster.

That's it.

We'll turn the clumps into a roller coaster,

- so nothing will be wasted. - Yes, that makes sense.

Uh, attention, everyone.

I know we're all unhappy about the clump situation,

but I have a perfect solution.

We turn the clumps into a roller coaster.

What a great idea, Kiff.

Come on, everyone, let's get started.

Oh. Okay, great.

Nice work, everyone.

Thanks for building that so quickly.

Thank you. I've never built anything before.

I'm proud of myself for trying.

What happened to my beautiful park?

Glarbin, we can explain.

Uh, we had to sort the trash into clumps.

People were throwing away perfectly good broken forks.

Yeah.

You made such a mess!

Table Town Park will have to close for at least a week

to clean this up.

- No! - Oh, man.

Hey!

What's all this trash doing here in the park?

No one brought anything to the dump today.

Now, I'm out of a job?

Wait a second.

What does the dump look like without trash?

Well, it's beautiful.

Green rolling hills, very relaxing.

Nature truly is healing.

Then why not make the dump the new park

and the old park can be the new dump?

That...

isn't the worst idea.

I guess I could use a change of scenery.

What a day. Glad everything worked out.

Yeah. I just wish all that good stuff we found

didn't have to end up in the dump.

Yeah. Hey, what's going on over there?

Hey, Kiff and Barry, check out our new

'Not Trash' section. It was inspired by you two.

Barry, look!

Oh!

Nature truly is healing.

Brought to you by Grentsil's Snappable Pencils.

Unleash your rage on the page.

Good morning, Table Town School.

Today is a very special day. That's right.

It's the last day to submit your entries

for the TTS Story Writing Contest.

Please do so by 4:00 p.m.

The winner will get their story published.

Well, printed, and handed out in school.

Careful now, I'm waxing.

Kiff, I'm sorry, but you are actually not eligible

to participate in the contest because you've exceeded

the amount of extra credit any one student

can reasonably earn in any given academic year,

so just...

- Yeah, that checks out. - Yeah.

Hey, Trevor. You filling out an entry form?

I've been cooking up a delicious story

that I think could win this thing.

Only problem is,

I can't figure out how to end it.

Well, hey, we like stories.

We could help you talk it out if you want.

Really? Oh gosh, that'd be helpful.

Oh yeah.

- 'Once there was a hero named T - Man.

He had it all, including one big problem.

Two, actually.

The two problems' names were Wiff and Larry.'

'Day after day, the dopey, stinky Wiff and Larry

got praised by everyone in town...

for basically just fixing problems

they caused in the first place...

The awesome and handsome T-Man

went totally unappreciated...

For the first time in his incredible life,

T-Man didn't know what to do.'

So, yeah, that's what I have so far.

Just need the perfect ending. What do you think?

I love it!

Yeah! It's definitely, um...

Uh, Barry, mm, could I speak to you for a second?

What do we do? I mean, I don't want to squish

the kid's creativity by criticizing,

but I'm feeling pretty offended here.

By what?

Seriously? Wiff and Larry?

Kiff and Barry?

Aw!

I don't think there's any connection there...

No, there is, I can tell now. Oh my gosh.

I was too consumed by the story to notice.

Why would Trevor write such nasty characters based on us?

You know, maybe it's a cry for help.

Trevor must be going through

some kind of crisis...

...and he's taking it out on us

through the weapon of storytelling.

How dastardly.

Trevor clearly needs to feel like a hero.

If we can resolve that need for him IRL,

maybe he'll stop writing such nasty things

about 'Wiff' and 'Larry.'

Yeah, and then he'll end the story with Wiff and Larry

turning out to be fun-loving sweeties like us.

- Secret plan? - Secret plan.

- Hey! - Mm.

Thanks to the Ternino Boys Choir for their generous donation

of this fabulous new poster of famous Table Townians.

I'll just hang it up here.

Hmm!

Oh! Quick! Somebody catch MDT!

Somebody close to her!

Oh no!

Miss Deer Teacher is about to fall!

She'll crush me!

Whoa. Oh... Oh... Oh my!

Never stand on a rolly chair, kids!

Oh, down I go!

Kiff! Kiff! Kiff! Kiff! Kiff! Kiff! Kiff! Kiff!

This'll definitely work.

Who would be so callous as to let piping hot chili

flood the cafeteria?

Oh! Here he comes! Quick!

Oh no! The chili!

Did you say chili?

Oh, well, that's death for notebook paper.

Chili flood!

I got it!

Barry! Barry! Barry! Barry! Barry! Barry! Barry!

He is not making this easy.

Hey, Trev. Uh, so I'm just gonna put your notebook

in this waterproof bag for a minute, okay?

Now, hold this cup of water while I tell you a random fact.

Water can put out a vinegar and baking soda explosion.

Did you know that? Okay.

Huh?

Everybody, look!

Barry and I accidentally over-vinegared

this baking soda volcano!

It's gonna blow and destroy our classroom!

This is it!

You know what?

I've actually never seen one of these babies in action.

Think I'll just let it play out.

Kiff and Barry! Kiff and Barry! Kiff and Barry!

'Wiff and Larry,' the crowd cheered,

as T-Man once again went totally uncheered for.

Wiff and Larry were eviler and stinkier

than T-Man had realized.

He could barely stand to look at them, let alone smell them.

Oh, it's good. I know it's good. But how to end it?

So, what's, uh, next in Operation Make Trevor Look Good?

You know what? To heck with helping that guy.

He's being a bad friend.

Let him write whatever angsty story he wants.

Uh... Oh.

Oh.

What are we thinking about?

We're gonna write our own story and enter it

in the contest under your name.

A story about how Wiff and Larry are awesome

and how all they do is try and help T-Man,

but he's too boneheaded to notice.

Yeah, why not?

Well, feeling better?

No. It wasn't the outlet for rage I was hoping for.

Plus, am I crazy or does my story kind of stink?

Stink? No. Stink is... No.

Nuts! It's harder than it looks.

Trevor might be a jerk, but the kid writes

a darn engaging story.

Help! Help!

The brakes on my janitor cart stopped working

and now it's rolling out of control

down the freshly-waxed halls!

Oh no! What's in your cart?

Filthy mop water, open cans of paint,

special notebook paper destroying chemicals!

Kiff, at the end of the hall...

The story submissions table!

All the stories will be destroyed,

and P.S. might get his little toes stubbed on the cart.

Sweepy, how long do we have until the cart reaches the school entrance?

I'd say a minute, tops.

We gotta find Trevor now! Let's short cut through the bathrooms.

I'll explain on the way!

Whoa!

I know that sound. The janitor cart!

Ah! I knew you'd try and sabotage me, Wiff!

The hedgehog stopped it!

Trevor just saved everyone's story submissions!

And my little toes!

Trevor! Trevor! Trevor! Trevor!

Oh! Wait.

You... You did all that

just to make me feel like a hero?

Even after I wrote all those things?

Of course we did.

We love you, Trev.

Aw!

Well, I know how to end my story.

Cool! Okay, so it turns out

Wiff and Larry were fun-loving sweeties all along,

and T-Man admits he has his own issues

And then the three of them go have a...

picnic.

It's nice. I mean, yeah, great.

You have to change it back.

Yes, yes.

What? Why?

You've got to make those stinky crumb bums

Wiff and Larry get their comeuppance.

It's the only satisfying way to end your story.

Well, okay, if you say so.

It's a Grentsil’s, but that one was from excitement, not rage.

Grabbing some normal pencils now.

We're on the clock, people!

Three, two, one.

Dramatic. Nice.

Once again, we want to congratulate Trevor...

...for his winning story, T-Man Vanquishes the Stinkos.

What a title.

Be sure to pick up your free copy.

Read it again and again.

Leave no subtext unanalyzed.

Maybe no one will make the connection.

Oh, hello. Hi... Uh...

It's just a... It's just a... an afternoon.

Great question.

Who knows where inspiration comes from?

People have been calling me a literary hero.

I don't know if I'd go that far, but, uh...