01x14 - Rough Times Tables // Works of Art

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♪ My name is Angela

♪ Hey, hello!

♪ Welcome to my very own show ♪

♪ I'll introduce my friends to you ♪

Oh no! It's Ninnypoo!

♪ Shoobee-doobee-doo wap-waa.

♪ My name is Angela

♪ And you are not

♪ Nanette Manoir is a stuck up jerk face snot ♪

And now to today's story, starring me.

And NOT starring Nannete Manoir.

Very good, Josephine - you may now join the others

in Art Class.

Today, Mrs. Brinks could probably win the 'Worst

Teacher in the World Award' on account of today she is

making everyone write out all their times tables

before they can go to Art Class.

But because I have been studying math with my best

friend Gina Lash--smartest in the class,

this is a problem that is not a problem for me.

Yes, I'm done!

Hey Josephine, wait up!

Yes! Huh?

What are you looking at, Angela Anaconda?

Nothing.

Nothing but a Ninnie-pooh who is finally being worse

at something I am better at!

Gee, Angela, sorry you didn't get much time to work

on your mask in art class.

Yeah - but that's a really terrific nose.

I'm not worried about finishing my mask Gordy,

on account of at least I finished my times tables

before there wasn't even any art class left!

I'm not worried either because math is only

important to people who have to count their pennies

every day just to buy milk.

[LAUGHING]

Class, it is my solemn duty as your beloved teacher

to announce that in two days, the government mandated

multiplication test shall be given.

[GROAN]

Excusez-moi, Mrs. Brinks, but wouldn't two weeks be better

-- for those, unlike myself,

who may need more time to prepare?

Why, Nanette, isn't it just like you to always be

thinking of others -- so typical of the upper classes.

But unfortunately, the date cannot be moved, dear.

School regulations.

Sorry, Ninnie-Poo.

I don't understand it!

Angela Anaconda simply cannot be smarter than me

in anything!

How did she possibly finish those times tables

before I did?

Wait, what's this?

Ah-ha!

So that's her secret!

Three times four is twelve -- I already know all of

these times ten, Gina Lash!

Maybe so, Angela, but repetition is the key

to memorization!

Remember, numbers are our friends,

once you get to know them.

But I beat Nanette Manure in the quiz today and I've

already missed a week's worth of television

and tetherball.

If numbers are my friends, I think they'd want me to have

some fun.

But times tables are fun.

I know, let's try using fruit instead of flashcards!

How about we try using Jiggly-fruit?

I think I hear one calling my name.

Bonjour, Gina Lash.

How would you like it if you could have all the cinnamon

swirls you can eat for free?!

Free cinnamon swirls?

What's the catch?

All you have to do to earn my bountiful generosity is

tutor me in mathematiques.

Well, Nanette -- I must admit your offer sounds

delicious, but my allegiance is to my best friend,

Angela Anaconda, who needs my tutoring services as well.

Hold on, Gina Lash, let me get this straight --

Nanette wants to give you cinnamon swirls for showing her

flash cards over and over again during every recess

and after school?

That is uncharacteristically correct, Angela.

I believe people deserve to be paid for their work,

unlike some people!

Yeah, and with cinnamon swirls too.

Sounds like an opportunity too good to pass up,

Gina Lash.

Well, okay then, as long as it's okay with Angela,

we'll start right after lunch.

And don't forget the cinnamon swirls!

Okay, Nanette - try this one.

Five times seven.

What do you think?

I don't know.

You're my tutor, Gina Lash - aren't you supposed to just

give me the answers?

Actually, Nanette -- no.

I'm supposed to help you figure out the answers

for yourself.

You mean I'm paying you and I'm supposed

to do the work, too?

Oh, alright.

Whoooo-hoo!

Nice shot, Angela!

Now this is more like it!

Playing tetherball, and having fun - and not having

to think about mathematics!

But Angela, what if you forget your multiplication

tables and Nanette learns them?

Never happen, Gordorino.

It took me a whole week to learn,

and Ninnie's only got two days!

And besides, I've got it all up here.

[GRUNT]

All right, class - in preparation for the upcoming

test, we're going to start today off with a review

of our nines tables.

Now, can anyone tell me what nine times five is?

Sixty-two!

I think not, Miss Anaconda!

Uh, Nanette?

I believe the answer you're looking for is fifty-four!

Oh, very close, Nanette.

The answer is forty-five, but fifty-four is the answer

to nine times six - which was going to be my

next question! Congratulations!

Why thank you, Mrs. Brinks.

I'm certain I'll be fully prepared by tomorrow's test.

Well, class - seeing as how some of you have shown such

heroic improvement, I have decided that all of your

past math quizzes will not count one smidgen!

Instead, I will base your entire math grade on the

results of this one test.

What a wonderful idea, Mrs. Brinks!

Thank you, Nanette.

It's just my way of rewarding those of you who do well.

As for those of you who don't, you will be sentenced to

three weeks of remedial math class, during which recess!

Uh-oh.

Hey Gina, don't forget - you're supposed to come over

for dinner tonight.

We're having your favourite: Hamhocks Hawaiian!

Hamhocks Hawaiian?!

And you know what?

You can bring your flashcards!

Gosh, Angela, I'd love to, but -

Hello Gina Lash.

I'll be expecting you at three-thirty sharp.

And I've arranged a working dinner.

I have a feeling we'll be going late.

Oh, well, I um.

Remember - those six cinnamon swirls you ate this

morning were non-negotiable!

Sorry Angela - but I'll come over as soon as I'm finished

with Nanette.

Yes - I'm sure you will.

Now let's see, six cinnamon swirls,

that's six times one, three times two,

two times three, and one times six.

Gee, uh Nanette, I should really get going.

What a shame.

The chocolate soufflé will only take another

twenty minutes.

Ch-ch-chocolate soufflé?

Mmmm.

Sixty-two!

Ahhh!

[GROAN]

Time to go!

[bell rings] Pizza!

Yes!

Good one! -You rule!

Ahhh!

Hi Angela.

Where's Gina Lash?

Gina is in the car, but I'm afraid she's feeling trés

malade, which is French for

"potentially sick on her own shoes."

Ooooh, oooooh.

Hi Gina Lash.

Ready for 'Hamhocks Hawaiian'?

Oooooh, No - no more!

I don't even want to think about food!

Gina?

I've never seen you like this.

Nanette: She's obviously very sick.

I suggest I take her right home.

Yeah.

But don't worry about me.

I'm always ever so happy to help!

Step on it, Alfredo!

But, but what about helping me for the test?

Thank you, Mrs. Brinks.

I'm ever so looking forward to this test!

After all, numbers are our friends!

Oh, so now that Ninnie-Wart has stolen my best friend

and tutor, I guess she thinks she's so smart!

"Save me! Save me!"

you will cry.

"These numbers are ever so not friendly,

and I don't know what to do!"

Have no fear, nin-com-nothing -

Angela The Mathe-magician is here!

And now that these numbers really are your friends,

they want to teach you a lesson.

If one Jiggly-fruit lands on Nanette's head.

And then Nin who is so very good at math multiplies

that jiggly fruit by a hundred.

How many jiggly fruits will land on Ninnie's head?

What's your final answer, oh blubbering un-French one?

"Help me! Help me,

oh Angela who would have been so much smarter

than me if I hadn't stolen her tutor!"

I am sorry, Nanette, but I am afraid "help me"

is not the right answer.

Maybe you're just not sharp enough.

Oh dear, Ninnie Poo, don't you like the pointy look?

Perhaps it is not French enough for you.

Maybe this mask will help.

AHHHHHH!!!

Ta-Da! Nan-hocks Hawaiian!

[LAUGHS]

[LAUGHTER]

Mrs. Brinks: Pencils down! The exam is now over.

But I, I didn't even start!

Well, Nanette, it appears that you've done a lovely

job on this test.

Why thank you, Mrs. Brinks.

And I must also thank Gina Lash,

who was an "inspir-a-see-on",

which is French for "helping me and not her best friend."

Angela Anaconda - what is this?

You didn't answer a single question!

I know.

Well, it certainly seems like you'll be staying in

for the next three weeks of recess!

Great.

And so begins my three long weeks of

no- fun remedial math.

Gina Lash! What are you doing here in remedial math?

You had the best score out of everybody!

That's right, Angela.

And because I got the best score,

I volunteered to be your tutor for the next three weeks!

Really?

Yep. I couldn't let you keep all the fun of studying math

to yourself!

For the next three weeks, it's just you and me!

Wow Gina Lash - three weeks with you?

I couldn't ask for a better punishment!

How can I ever repay you?

Let's discuss it over a platter of leftover Hamhocks

Hawaiian, shall we?

[WHISTLING]

So now we are drawing and Mrs. Brinks says she is our

model du jour.

A classic beauty must possess high cheek bones

and a regal profile.

Looks like a classic beauty must have strong fingers too

and many chins.

Good heavens! That's ghastly!

But it's you, Mrs. Brinks.

Me?!

That is not me, Miss Anaconda,

that is an abomination!

I suggest you fix it at once!

Excusez-moi, Mrs. Brinks, but don't you think you're

being too hard on Angela?

Huh?

With all due respect, Angela obviously doesn't have the

artistic talent to capture your aristocratic essence,

unlike some people in class, n'est-ce pas?

Yes, Nanette dear.

I see your point.

Now this, boys and girls, is perfection!

Not just the art, but the artiste!

So what I'd like to know is, how can someone who is so

perfect, be so perfectly ANNNOYING?

Yes, it doesn't seem fair that you weren't even given

a chance to fix your drawing- not that you needed to.

Gordy's right.

Your picture has a certain "impressionistic" quality.

Thanks Gina Lash, but I'm beginning to think that

"fixing it" is just what my picture needs.

Ooof!

Ooooh!

[LAUGHING]

Angela Anaconda, I think you have captured

the real Mrs. Brinks.

Ha ha. Yeah, you should show it to her.

Um, maybe that would not be in your best interests.

Hmmmm, go about your business!

Yep, you captured the real Mrs. Brinks.

Ooo, oh!

Ouch!

Mmmmmm, grrrrr.

Are you all right, Mrs. Brinks?

Of course, I'm alright, don't be ridiculous!

I'm just feeling a bit nippy,

that's all, and thought I'd wear this to keep me warm.

Vikings had to survive very cold climates, you know.

Ow! [bell rings]

Just leave your tests on your desks.

I'll gather and grade them later.

Class dismissed!

Run along, run along.

This sure has not been the best of days.

I know.

I was last in the lunch line and only got leftovers.

But not tomorrow.

Tomorrow they're serving Cheezy Weenies,

and I plan to arrive early.

Well at least one good thing happened.

Ha ha. That great picture Angela drew of Brinks.

Hey, yeah, can we see it again?

My math test!

Oh no!

That means I handed in my picture!

I thought it looked different.

I have to go back and get it back!

And before Mrs. Brinks sees it, too,

or you can bet I will be in big trouble.

You mean go back to school after school-

without a teacher making you??

We can take a pit stop at the cafeteria!

For a sampling of tomorrow's Cheezy-Weenies?

And on account of there won't be a line,

you'll be first in line!

It's stuck.

This helmet must be causing me to hallucinate!

Perhaps I have a jar of bear grease in my desk.

So now I am thinking maybe we should try the front door?

Wait, listen, do you hear that?

I don't hear nuthin'.

What, I didn't do nuthin'.

For sneakers, your shoes are not very good at sneaking,

Johnny Abatti.

[WHISTLING]

Hey, where's Gina Lash?

Gina Lash, what are you doing?

I'm making good on your promise, Angela Anaconda.

Tomorrow's entree today!

But they're frozen!

Better frozen than nuthin'.

Better nothing, than us getting caught.

Let's get out of here.

Now c'mon!

Mrs. Brinks: Oh please, you've got to help me

get my head together.

This dreadful Viking helmet has been stuck

on my head all day!

Do something!

Nurse: I'm trying, Mrs. Brinks.

I wonder if perhaps now would be a good time for you

to get your drawing back, Angela Anaconda?

Good thinking, Gina Lash.

[SHRIEKS!]

My wig!

That nurse is a quack!

[SIGH]

[WHISTLING]

Gordy Rhinehart, what are you doing here?

I'm doing my voluntary after-school filing.

You mean you stayed after school when there's no school

without a teacher making you?

Not everybody has high security clearance.

Well Gordy, since on account of your high security

clearance, why don't you look out in the hallway

and see if the coast is clear?

Okay. But don't touch anything.

The Principal dusts for fingerprints.

Hmmm, not even a breath mint.

Oh h*! Weeeeeeeee! Ha Ha!

Uh-oh.

The coast is--AAHHH!!!

What's this for?

Testing, one, two, three.

This completes the test.

It might be a good time to, uh, uh, leave.

There goes my high security clearance!

Perhaps a can opener will get this helmet off.

[WHISTLING]

Yoo hoo, Mr. Custodian!

A little assistance!

I have a menial task for you!

Yeeeeeow!

Hey, what's going on in there?!

Who knows, Johnny Abatti.

Eeeee!

Ooooo, what a relief!

Oh, you clumsy oaf!

Look what you've done!

You have broken a cherished imitation family heirloom!

I demand you fix it immediately!

[GRUMBLING]

At least I can think now.

Nanette Manoir.

A plus!

Josephine Praline.

Tsk, tsk tsk. Oh, look at this answer!

Wrong, wrong, WROOOONG!

How are we going to get Mrs. Brinks out of the room?

What if Mrs. Brinks got a phone call?

Then she'd have to leave.

They don't call you Gina Lash smartest in class for nothing.

What a woman!

[SIGHS]

Johnny Abatti, F, F, F!

Gordy: Mrs. Brinks, you have a phone call.

Um, um ow, in the Principal's Office, now,

oh yeah, please?

You owe me, Johnny Abatti!

Where's my picture?!

Oh no, it's not here!

Which means Mrs. Brinks must have it and if she has it

today you can bet she will be dealing with me tomorrow!

Guilty!

Mrs. Brinks will say, of drawing a drawing

which is abominable!

If only my art could get me out of the mess it got me into

and maybe even take me away to where people will

appreciate me for the true artist that I truly am!

Not counting Ninnie-Poo who will come and spoil my

beautiful new portrait of Mrs. Brinks!

"Stop it, stop it!"

Mademoiselle Manure will yell.

You're ruining my artistic masterpiece!

I'm sorry Little Nin, but maybe it is YOU who doesn't

have an eye for art or for how to paint a classic beauty!

Voila! I will say when I am done.

Only you will not know what that means because it is

real French like you are not!

"Please, oh Great Angela, more creative than me,

you will beg.

"Teach me the secrets to your artistic genius."

If you insist, I will tell her.

Au revoir, Na-Nincompoop.

I'd love to stay and chat but a rich Frenchman wants

to buy all my paintings.

[speaking French]

And Mrs. Brinks will say

"why yes, I AM a classic after all,"

on account of thanks to me her face will live on forever!

Don't go away mad because now I am the most famous

artist in the world.

Just go away!

[LAUGHS]

Janitor: This what you're looking for?

Ah!

Found it when I was cleaning the classrooms.

Please, Mr. Janitor sir.

May I have my drawing back on account of

I'll be dead if I don't?

Hmmm, well, seeing as I'm what you'd call a patron

of the arts, I can appreciate what something like this

must mean to you.

Here.

Oh, and by the way, I took the liberty of grading it.

I'd say you captured the real Mrs. Brinks.

[CHUCKLE]

My turn!

I'll trade you a dart for a Cheezy- Weenie!

Okay!

But I'm allergic to dairy products.

[SIGH]

Well, for all the agony my art brought me,

seeing it appreciated by others makes it all worthwhile.

♪♪