Hey, guys, I'm Mrs. Salter.
Ok, so here's the low down juice bar in the back.
Help yourself. Also, there are cards on the desks with your names on them.
Rip Hardcore themed, I love the show,
and he is a personal friend of mine.
Whoa!
See? I told you guys, there's nothing to worry about.
Mrs. Salter?
I can't find my desk.
My name's Lincoln loud.
Oh, OK.
Here you are. Looks like you're in Mr. Bolhofner's class.
[gasping]
No, that can't be right.
I know I requested this class.
For the love of sponge cake!
Say you turned in the form! Say it!
I did! See? There's a check mark!
That's not a check, that's a Flippy's stain!
[moaning]
Mrs. Salter, can't he stay?
I mean, he's already here. Please?
Yeah, we have to stick together.
Yeah, we're just sang a dang song about it.
Oh, I am so sorry, guys, but we're full.
Lincoln is going to have to report to Mr. Bolhofner's class.
Where's that? The trailer?
Here's a juice for the road.
- It's quite a hike. - Oh...
Any behavioral issues, like biting?
Only during full moons.
[howling]
[laughing]
Werewolf joke...
- Potty trained? - Have been for 42 years.
Lynn, stop.
Yes, Lily is potty trained.
Perfect. I think we're set.
I'll go ahead and take Miss Lily now.
Well, champ, put her there.
Wow, Honey, you handled that surprisingly...
[sobbing]
They're all leaving us!
[sobbing]
This is what alone feels like.
What are we going to do with no kids around?
[cheering]
[laughing]
- I gotcha! - Gotcha!
Yeah!
Boo-Boo Bear, I'm finally here! Look, it's my floor. Ee!
[shushing]
But I was just...
Quiet Floor, silence at all times?
I'll literally never survive.
[shushing]
[panting]
[whistle blowing]
No speeding.
Come on, Lynn, this is the worst day of my life,
and we have to make it all the way to Bolhofner's room.
The Hoff? Oh, boy stinks to be you.
All right?, I shouldn't be doing this,
but climb on, this is one time only escort.
- Oh... - Good luck in there, bro.
The Hoff keeps his room scorching hot.
Oh, and watch out for his breath.
Sardines, with a hint of red onions and farts.
[moaning]
[laughing]
Hm, I wondered where I left my pudding cup.
Thanks for finding it for me, Lincoln Lame.
Ugh, Chandler.
[scratching]
Okay, Listen up.
The name's Bolhofner. I didn't spend fifteen years
in the military followed by two months stranded inside an active volcano,
surviving on lizards and promise stone,
to be pushed around by a bunch of chuckle heads.
I could get used to this.
[phone ringing]
It's Lily's preschool. Hello?
What? I could have sworn she was potty trained.
How did we miss this?
I don't know. But now that we've had that sweet taste of alone time, I need more.
I need more, Rita!
Then it's settled. It's potty training time take two.
[giggling]
[all chatting]
Hey, guys. Sorry I'm late. It's a really long walk from Mr. Bolhofner's.
[bell ringing]
Sorry, class!
- See you later, buddy! - Hang in there, buddy!
Sorry bro, I'm gonna have to write you up for loitering in a no stepping zone.
Aw...
[shushing]
wait.[shushing]
[shushing]
Come on, pick up, pick up. Leni! You won't believe--
Wait. Why are you still in your bathrobe?
Didn't school start like five hours ago?
Well, yeah, but I couldn't go.
You never said what to wear.
Now, how about this fit and flare dress?
[crying]
O-M-Gosh, is the dress that bad?
No! I'm stuck on the quiet floor, and everyone hates me!
[shushing]
I'm trying, OK?
- Dang it Chandler, stop kicking! - Oh, a talker, huh?
Well, Mr. Blabber Lips, you'll be spending your lunch with me.
I have to get out of here.