Written By: Joseph Purdy
Music By: Jim Lang
Directed By: Dan Povenmire
Cast, as CreditedEdit
|Arnold||Phillip Van Dyke|
|Francesca Marie Smith|
|Gerald||Jamil W. Smith|
|Mr. Simmons||Dan Butler|
|Stinky||Christopher P. Walberg|
|Phoebe||Anndi L. McAfee|
|Sheena||Francesca Marie Smith|
|Principal Wartz||David Wohl|
|Lieutenant Major Goose||John Garry II|
(It is a sunny morning at P.S. 118. The morning bell rings, but instead of Ms. Slovak coming into the class to teach, Principal Wartz comes in to make an announcement.)
Now class, I have a very imporatant announcement. Your teacher, Ms. Slovak, has left the teaching profession to pursue her dream to be a professional golfer. Hence, she will no longer be your teacher.
(The class gets up and cheers loudly.Wartz erases Ms. Slovak's name from the board.)
I expect all of you to be couteous, kind, and cooperative toward your new teacher. Mr. Simmons.
(Wartz writes Mr. Simmons on the board. Mr. Simmons enters the classroom.)
(Unenthusiastically) Hello Mr. Simmons
I bet you all have your own, individual way of saying..hello!
(The class sighs)
When I say "Hello class", everyone respond in your own individual way..Hello class!
(The class is completley silent.)
Well, that's one way to respond by not responding, Silence often speaks volumes.
Ah, music to my ears.
(Principal Wartz walks over to the door, opens it and walks out of the classrom.)
Okay, first, I'd like to play with the structure of this classroom. Let's break free and move the desks into one big circle.
(The camera fades out. When it fades back in, the desks are arranged in on big circle in the middle of the room. Mr. Simmons is standing in the middle teaching.)
I love getting to know a new class, so I thought we could break the ice by doing a communications exercise. This, (The class sighs. Mr.Simmons reaches down and picks up a crown.) is the Truth Crown.
(The class looks amazed.)
Whoever is wearing it has to look across the circle, and tell that person one thing they like about him or her.
(Mr. Simmons puts the crown on Helga.)
One thing you like about...(Helga looks across the circle and sees Arnold.)
(She is nervous and surprised that Arnold is across the circle. Arnold looks across the circle smiling at her.)
Th..The truth about Arnold?... Ugh.. Well
(Arnold continues smiling. Helga slams her hands on her desk.)
I don't like his stupid football head!
(The whole class starts laughing.)
No,no,no..no that wasn't the idea of this exercise.
(Mr. Simmons puts his face to his palm.)
(It is after school of the same day. Most of the kids from the class are hanging out in the school playground by the monkey bars.)
Form desks into a circle,wear a truth crown, what is this some kind of a wacky cult?
(Curly hangs down from the monky bars in front of Helga)
We have to get this guy!
(Helga folds her arms)
All the usual tricks?
All the usual tricks!
(Helga arranges some of the kids in a circle as if she was a football coach calling a play.)
Okay, drop pencils at 11:30, switch names, random coughing. Curly! You fake violent illness.
Stinky, you pretend not to understand English!
(Helga puts her fist in the middle of the circle.)
Everyone know the drill?
(All of the kids put their hands on top of Helga's.)
Let's get him.
(The kids all cheer loudly)
(It is the next morning in class. Mr. Simmons is starting another lecture. He is standing in the center of the circle.)
Class, I want to start by telling you my two main beliefs about teaching. (Helga pretends to yawn and points at the clock to let the class know that it is time to start playing pranks.) Number 1, in my class, each person is a unique individual. (The class gets their pencils ready to drop them all at the same time.) And the things they do, good or bad, they do because that's who they are
(The class drops their pencils)
Ah, the pencil dropping ploy.Oh it takes me back to when I was a kid.
Could you repeat that, for I don't understand English?
(Helga laughs, Mr. Simmons walks over to her.)
What's your name?
Helga and Harold
Now have you two switched names in order to confuse me?
Slow down, I'm confused.
No..now I'm glad to see the tradition of messing with the teachers head is alive and well.
(The whole class begins coughing.)
Okay, I'm not going to get upset by all of this coughing, because that is who I am. And I accept that you all have to do your coughing prank because that's who you are. My second teaching rule. My students should never stop asking why? Why Why? All through your life you should never stop questioning. Because that is how you learn.
(Bangs on his desk making fun of Mr. Simmons)
WHY! WHY! WHY! (Laughs)
This guys a real throw pillow.
(Mr. Simmons takes a poetry book out of his bookbag)
Now, I thought we would take up where you left off on your poetry lesson.
(The class sighs)
I know a poem (Harold stands up) There once was a man from Nantucket (Mr. Simmons cuts him off.)
That's fine, have a seat. You see the poetry I like is, experimental. Doesn't have the rhyme kind of stuff. Like this famous poem by Walter Charles Walter. The poem is called, They Were Delicious
(Mr. Simmons begins reciting the poem)
"I have eaten the tomatoes, that were on the window sill (Harold steals Mr. Simmons' lunch and starts eating it.)
Were you saving them for a special occasion, I apologize, they were delicious. (Harold finishes the sandwich)
So juicy, so red"
That's not a poem it's just a long sentence!
Now why don't each of you take out a piece of paper and write a poem that comes from, well, you.
Aww. Forget it! (He waves his hand at Mr. Simmons)
Who needs poetry? your touchy feely teaching method is bogus!
(The entire class begins banging on their desk rhythmically and chanting BOGUS! BOGUS! over and over again.)
They can taunt me, they can play tricks on me, they can laugh at me but nothing can hurt me because I am stronger than all of them. Plus I have my favorite sandwich, turkey and tomato on watercrust to look forward to.
(Mr. Simmons walks over to his lunchbag and becomes confused when he cannot find his lunch.)
Wh..Wheres my lunch? Has anyone seen the brown bag that was....
(Mr. Simmons turns towards Harold who is crumbling up the bag the sandwich came in. Mr. Simmons is distraught.)
This is inhuman!
(Mr. Simmons grabs his head)
You broke him.
You could have asked for some sandwich. I would have given you half.
(The class continues laughing at Mr. Simmons dilemma.)
Now, I'm happy to stay here if you're going to attempt to be a class of students. I ju..I just may leave if you continue acting like a mob of wild animals!
Let's continue to act like a mob of wild animals!
(The whole class gets up and runs out of the classroom toppling chairs and desks in the process. Only Arnold stays for a brief second at the doorway, feeling sorry that he has helped torture this poor man. He then leaves with the rest of the class out the main school doors.)
Well we did it! We won't be seeing that gronola boy Simmons in these parts ever again.
We broke that teacher like he was an old hickory stick.
(Gerald comes sliding down the stair rail)
Yeah, and tomorrow we'll get another sap!
(The kids all walk away)
(It is 8 o' clock the next morning as the school bell rings. Mr. Simmons is no longer the class teacher. Principal Wartz is once again in the room to make an announcement.)
I think I have the right solution to this class's discipline problem. Your new permanent teacher is...Mr. Goose! (The entire class laughs at the name Goose)
Actually, I should say..Lieutenant Major Goose.
(The door opens and a huge muscular man dressed in an army outfit enters. The whole class gasps. Goose walks behind the front desk and stands facing the class with his arms behind his back.)
I'll have complete control over this unit by 0 ten hundred hours!
(It is later that day, Goose is lecturing the class. He is walking back and forth behind the teachers desk. The desks are arranged back into rows.)
You will all act as one unit! Unless I address you by name
(Goose slams his hands on the teachers desk.)
IS THAT CLEAR!
(Curly decided to play a prank on Goose by dropping a pencil off of the side of his desk, smiling the whole time. Goose walks back to where he is sitting)
Who deployed that pencil! That was a calculated act! SINCE THE FOREIGN OBJECT IS UNDER YOUR DESK I ASSUME YOU ARE THE ENEMY!! WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
(Slams his hands on Curly's desk)
YOUR HAIR'S NOR CURLY BOY! WHAT'S YOUR REAL NAME!
(Goose takes a pause) CURLY! GO STAND IN THAT CORNER FACING INWARD!
(Curly gets up to go to his corner. Helga laughs at Curly.)
You've earned yourself a corner little lady.
(Harold laughs at Helga)
And so have you pally! MOVE MOVE MOVE!
(All of the children go to their corners. Goose points to Stinky.)
You! The remaining corner NOW!
(Stinky goes to his corner.)
Now, any questions? Good!
(Goose picks up a teaching stick, there are 8s times tables written on the board. He begins lecturing)
Let's try it again!
(Goose moves his stick across the times tables as the class recites them. The class is forced to stand up.)
Eight times three is twenty-four, Eight times four is Thirty-two.
I can't hear you!
Eight times three is twenty-four, eight times four is thirty-two. eight times...
(The camera fades out.)
(It is the afternoon of that day. The class is hanging out in the schoolyard by the monkey bars.)
This Goose is not a good man. Not a good man at all!
He seems utterly sadistic.
What are we gonna do Arnold?
I wish we could get Mr. Simmons back.
Oh please! Mr. Simmons, that touchy feely geek!
At least he listened to us when we spoke.
He's innovative, responsible and bright.
He taught us to ask why. Now that's an innovative brand of education.
(Harold walks over to the kids on the monkey bars.)
If only you guys hadn't been so mean to him.
You ate his sandwich and broke his spirit you moron!
(Helga steps into Harold' face)
Listen, I've got a plan.
(The camera fades out. When it comes back in, the kids have taken the bus to Mr. Simmons house to speak with him. Mr. Simmons is sitting outside tending his garden.)
(Leaning over the yard rail)
Listen teach, bottom line, we want you back.
Well I'm afraid that's not enough of a reason for me Helga....or should I say Harold. Good afternoon.
(Mr. Simmons stands up and walks inside his house. He sighs while doing so)
I wish we could just show Mr. Simmons that we can learn, and we're not just a pack of raving lunatics.
Come'on guys, we've got work to do!
(The kids all rush down the street.)
(It is later that afternoon, the class is backing pleading for Mr. Simmons to come out and speak with them. Harold yells "We got presents" and Mr. Simmons finally agrees to come outside.Mr. Simmons is sitting on his bench and the kids are all situated in a circle in front of him.)
So why don't we start out with a free form poem?
(Sid takes out a pair of bongos and starts drumming rhythmically. Gerald recites his poem. He clears his throat first.)
"I've seen the best minds of my generation, served up fastballs at the blacktop. Somebody yells, CAR!, and they scatter like so many leaves in october wind.
Then the bell rings and their sitting back in their class staring at a pop quiz."
(Everybody claps for Gerald. Stinky puts on a paper crown.)
This is my truth crown. And what I like about you Mr. Simmons is your caring and giving nature.
(Harold walks up to Mr. Simmons with a paper bag.)
Mr. Simmons, I...I made you something.
It's a sandwich.
(Harold gives the sandwich to Mr. Simmons.)
This is very touching.
(Mr. Simmons takes the bag from Harold and looks into it.)
A replacement sandwich. And more importantly it's a Harold Berman sandwich, because right between the turkey and the tomato is a little invisible layer of love.
Friends, your presentations have really moved me and, because of who I am.....I wanna come back and be your teacher.
(All of the kids cheer)
Wait a minute you bunch of chuckle heads! (Helga holds her finger up.) We have one very big obstable...Lieutenant Major Goose.
Well, we'll just have to deploy a strategic strike of our own!
(It is the next morning and the class is back with Lieutenant Major Goose in the class room. The words Math Quiz today are written on the board. Goose is standing behind the teacher's desk.)
Now you little bunch of ragtag fourth graders! I'm determined to make each and every one of you a socially acceptable human being!
(Gerald raises his hand.)
Why are we ragtag?
Why do you have to yell all of the time?
Why are your shoes always so shiny?
Why aren't you still in the army, did you go AWOL or something?
Why did you decide to be a teacher?
(Goose begins to look nervous.)
Why don't you ever ask as what we think?
Why don't you treat us like individuals?
Why are your pants ironed so nicely?
Why don't you teach us anything?
Why do fools fall in love!?
Stop these questions!
And why are you starting to sweat Leiutenant Major?
Why can't you handle all of our questions?
(Goose begins humming an army song.)
Why are you humming that patriotic song?
(Goose collapses to the floor on his knees, bombarded by the classes questions. The entire class begins laughing at Goose. The camera switches to Goose's point of view for a few second, humurously showing the faces of the children almost animal like. After a few seconds, Principal Wartz enters the classroom and breaks Goose out of his trance.)
Why are yo doing this Mr. Goose? Is this part of the lesson plan?
(Goose stands at attention as if he was in the army.)
Sir, may I be relieved of my duties here sir!
Does this mean you're quitting?
(Goose salutes Principal Wartz.)
Sir! Yes, sir!
(Goose runs out of the classroom and down the hall screaming.)
What am I going to do now?
Ah, Principal Wartz. You don't have to look for another teacher. We've found the right one.
(Mr. Simmons walks into the room.)
(The class cheers loudly.)
Now I know we had that scheduled math quiz, but schedules are for Lieutenant Majors.
(Mr. Simmons erases the words "math quiz today" from the board.)
Today, we're going to have some unscheduled learning. And what better way than to take a hike and have an outdoor picnic! What do you say?
(The entire class cheers.)
(The episode ends showing various snapshots of the class at their first trip with Mr. Simmons. They show up on the bulletin board. The camera fades out.)