Shuffles up to the Prez. Punches him in the gut and heaves him into the encyclopedias. Prez, in a gust of anguish. You're going into the closet. BAP and the Prez lands in the closet.
Tattler escapes out an air-vent.
Miss Flunk take a bottle of ink and stars to polish her muscles. I fear my banjo is missing. The plumbers arrive. They take off their chrome suits. We want you to ask each one of us for our autographs.