Don't any of you want to buy one of these off my stick?
OK, for the tenth time, nobody wants to eat food
that you jammed the stick through.
Oh, I'll buy a sweet potato from your stick.
What? Sweet potatoes? These are yams!
I'm sorry. I'll take a yam.
No, I'm not selling yam to somebody
that doesn't know her yam from her sweet potato.
You guys want some bagels?
- No thanks. - Buck a piece.
We don't want any bagels.
I sell you the whole stick... $5.00
Bye.
Come on, you and Sam have been friends forever.
I know, but people change.
Um-hmm.
That's what happened with me and my friend, Eddie Robinson.
He got hit by a bus. Now, he Deady Robinson
Talk about change!
Try a muffin.
He told us about his dead friend. Then gave me a muffin.
- Just buy a bell pepper. - No!
- $4.50 - T-Bo!
All right, we called Principal Franklin
and he should be here any second.
So when he gets here, I want you guys--
You want buy a doughnut?
No, we're having a meeting.
Why'd you stick the doughnuts on that way?
What are you saying?
Well, they're doughnuts. They have a hole right in the middle.
But you put the stick through the sides.
Man... this is embarrassing.
He's here!
So what's this about?
We want Briggs and Howard out!
Yeah!
And we want you back as our principal!
- Um-hmm. - Yeah!
Would you be my girlfriend for just one hour
- to prove to my mom-- - Shawn!
Look, kids, I'm flattered that you all miss me,
but Superintendent Goreman made it very clear.
I know, but he's gonna be at school tomorrow--
And we're trying to come up with some kinda plan that'll--
Guys, I'm not interested in playing games.
Anyway, Goreman's not the kind of man who changes his mind.
You wanna buy a doughnut?
I fixed 'em.
Who likes turkey breasts?
Dude, would ya get outta--
Gimme two.
OK, I cleaned the juicer ports.
What?!
You told me to clean the juicer ports.
No, I said to read the juice reports.
W-- what is a juice report?
It's part of the fruit newsletter.
Uh.
I'm sorry.
Oh, come on, Carly.
So your room burned down. Look at the bright side.
What's the bright side?!
Anyway... here's a basket of tacos and here's a stick.
Put the tacos on the stick, then walk around, try to sell 'em!
You can't put tacos on a stick, they'll break.
Try it.
See? It's impossible.
All right, I'm ready to be made over.
And I brought some baked artichokes... on a stick.
Thanks, T-Bo.
Just lay 'em on the table right there.
Cool. Cool.
Come on, Teebs.
Freddie and Gibby are upstairs.
We gotta get you lookin' purdy for Mrs. Benson.
I'm already wearin' my fancy underpants.
Don't make me sick.
Would the gentleman care for a pickle?
Uh, no, I don't want a pickle.
Why? You afraid of pickles?
Scared to take a walk on the pickle side of town?
No, I just think that pickles and smoothies
don't really go together.
Oh, well, pardon me for thinking
that all foods and beverages could get along.