01x03 - The Substitute // Model Behavior

[bunniefuu]

♪ 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.

Psst! Angela, where ya think Brinks is?

How should I know, Johnny Abatti,

my dim best friend.

I've got bigger things to worry about,

like not picking my Rainforest project because

who can think of anything when you have to have

breakfast at my house.

Mom! They took all the fruit again and didn't leave me

any milk either.

[GURGLES]

Did someone say 'milk'?

[LAUGHS]

Heheh, heheh, good one! Heheh, heheh.

Attention students in Room Nine.

Your teacher, Mrs. Brinks is ill and will not be coming

in today.

[CHEER]

Dispense with the revelry.

Your substitute teacher will be in shortly.

Um, what are we supposed to do with our homework?

Heh, heh. Whatever we want!

How im-ma-ture.

Hm!

Good idea, Johnny Abatti.

See Angela, I'm putting gum on it for extra weight.

Like a stealth b*mber.

[GULP]

Uh, oh.

Anyone here named Angela?

That's Angela right there.

Thanks, Johnny!

Howdy kids.

Guess I'm your sub.

Geraldine Klump's the name, but you can call me Geri.

Excuse me, Miss Klump, but as class monitor...

I feel it is my duty to inform you of today's

academic agenda as the regretfully ailing

Mrs. Brinks would have wanted.

Is that so?

Well, I'm the one who's teaching today,

deary, so don't trouble yourself.

It's no trouble for me, Miss Klump.

I'm fully prepared to go over last night's

homework assignment.

I'm also prepared, unlike some students,

to announce the topic of my Rainforest project -

"The Scandalous Shortage of Crocodile".

Well, now that's a topic a girl could sink her teeth into.

What's your angle, hun?

I plan to focus on the shortage of crocodile

in handbags, heels and other fashion accoutrements

due to the hideous international trade ban

protecting those disgusting reptiles.

Young lady, that's not a project,

that's a peck full of poppycock!

[GASPS]

She's a teacher?

I know!

I'll do a project about rainforest food

from the rainforest.

I already called dibs on it, Angela Anaconda.

I'm especially excited about my chapter on Amazon Crunch,

a delicious, high protein snack that is available

at your local grocers.

You could always do cannibals?

I'll have the Crepe Nanette with a side of mashed Derek

and some 'Mark'eroni and cheese.

Tempting, but I'll pass.

[SPITS]

Can I have it for the necklace I'm making?

I want it to be just like the ones the headhunters wear.

♪[trumpet music]

Say, uh, Angela.

This seat taken?

Are you talking to me?

Never forget a face full of freckles.

Yoo-hoo, Miss Klump!

There's plenty of room at the popular kids' table!

Fine right here, Missy. Thanks.

[knock knock] Holy Cow!

A gal could lose a tooth eating this.

Know where I can get any pizza around here?

Excuse me, Miss Klump but perhaps you'd like to have

some of my kappa-maki, which is Japanese for cucumber roll?

Klump: Ah, no thanks, Janet.

It's NANette.

My name is Nanette.

Sorry kid, first day.

Whew!

I've been around headhunters made me feel less jumpy

than those three.

[GIGGLE]

You been around headhunters for real?

Yeah, once or twice.

Ahh, nice bunch of guys, but I wouldn't recommend them

for a haircut.

Hey!

Me and Johnny have a tree house that we made that

looks just like this!

Klump: Well then THERE'S your project.

Hey, yeah!

Hey! Who took my popsicle stick collection?

I better tell Dad to invent some glue that only sticks

to where you want it to stick to, right King?

Down, Girl! Down!

♪[bright piano music]

[COOING]

Whoops!

Okay, good one!

[COOING HAPPILY]

♪[bright piano music]

Now all I need is straw for the roof.

Thanks, Scamper.

I owe you one.

Good morning, Miss Klump.

I brought you these beautiful flowers and had

our private chef, Alfredo, prepare this basket of

gourmet delicacies especially for you.

I do hope you like paté, which is French for paté.

Sorry toots, but I'm strictly vegetarian,

and I haven't been able to look at a gladiola since

Great Aunt Augusta passed.

Thanks anyway, Annette.

It's Nanette, my name is Nanette!

Hello Mr. Brinks.

Is MRS. Brinks in?

Oooooo!

To think - someone ate all those popsicles.

Be careful, it's still wet.

Hey, I'm stuck.

I told you not to touch it.

Nuh-uhh, you said it's still wet.

What is all the fuss is about?

Angela's tree house made out of popsicle sticks.

Pretty impressive, huh?

You call that impressive?

Angela's house of germs from popsicles that have been in

peoples mouths?

Ewwww, gross.

Let's get out of here before we catch some dreadful

disease.

Coming John?

Nooo!!!

Now look what you did.

You ruined my endangered crocodile shoes!

Ugh. Disgusting.

My stilt house that I worked on and worked on.

And now it looks like I didn't do my project.

Don't worry, Angela.

Geri will let you fix it. Remember?

It's not like Mrs. Brinks.

Angela Anaconda!

This is your seventh t*rd this month!

But, Mrs. Brinks.

It's only Monday the fifth?!

Oh, no- Mrs. Brinks!

It's "oh yes, Mrs. Brinks" to you, Miss.

Thanks, I might add, to the curative powers of

Nanette Manoir's superb paté.

It was my pleasure, Mrs. Brinks.

Too bad the joyous occasion of your return has been

marred by all this gluey debris everywhere.

It's not gluey debris.

It's my Rainforest project.

Very funny, young lady.

Now clean up this mess immediately!

[SIGH]

Can I use Ninny-Poo's mop head for a mop?

So, Ninniwatha of the Dimwits is feeding her

beloved Mrs. Brinks - AGAIN.

Allow me, Angela of the Amazon,

to officially welcome you to the Rain Forest.

Uh-oh.

Did someone say RAIN?

The drum is our friend it tells my little native pals

to seek higher ground in times of

torrential downpours.

But I almost forgot.

Little Nin and Mrs. Brinks don't speak drum.

They're too busy trying to speak French,

which they don't know either.

"Angela, Angela save us!"

you will tell me.

"This raging river is ruining our crocodile

cha-cha heels!"

One thing I neglected to tell you my soggy former

teacher and her wet pet, when you're in the Amazon,

it helps to have friends in high places.

Aaaaaaahayaaaaa!

There you go, Angela.

Whose name I remember on account of she has

lots of freckles like me.

Heeelllppp!!!

Never fear, Geri is here!

Whoops, dang, here we're trying to send you banana

leaf rescue rockets to save you,

and we end up knocking you right into the raging river.

Isn't that just a darn shame, huh, Angela?

Now their only hope is, if the crocodiles whose

relatives they have used for shoes,

decide to help them or not.

[SCREAM]

Oh, no!

Our friends are in danger!

Jolly good. Much obliged.

Angelaaaa!!!!

Have you gone completely hooey?

Huh? -Look what you've done.

When you've finished here you can take yourself

straight to the Principal's office, Miss.

[GROWL]

The principal will see you now.

Ohhh.

Geri!

What're you doing here?

Substitute principal! He must have come down

with the same thing as Brinks.

Personally, I think they got it from eating

those mini subs.

So, whatcha in for, hon?

Mrs. Brinks didn't like my project, or what's left of it.

I think you're supposed to punish me.

Punishment is an unfortunate construct of

western civilization, hun.

I don't believe in it.

But revenge, now there's a whole other thing.

Attention, the class monitor and teacher of Room nine

will report to the supply room immediately to begin

the annual inventory of paperclips,

rubber bands, and vacuum cleaner bags.

All other children in Mrs. Brinks' class please report

to the playground.

Um, except January and Karlene,

who can go help their friend, Croquette.

[LAUGH]

Somebody named Geri order a pizza?

[laughing]

Today is Library Day - the day our class goes to the

library so each of us can pick out our own book.

Whoaa!

How 'bout watching where you walk, Angela Anaconda?

Now there's a novel idea.

"Dare To Be A Goddess."

Excuse me, that's obviously mine.

And since I'm certain there are no books on brain

replacement therapy in the "Beauty and Glamour"section,

may I suggest you vamoose, which is French for,

"clear the aisle, I'm using it as a runway."

A runway?

Like for airplanes?

Try for models.

As in fashion models -- those glamorous people other

people only wish they could be.

I wish I could be you, Nanette.

Notice how my head and shoulders are perfectly aligned?

Natural beauty without good posture is like a diamond

without the proper platinum setting.

I wish I could be you even more.

It was my idea, January.

[bell rings]

So, you want to come over?

We got a new flavour of multi-national coffee?

I can't Gina Lash.

I'm working.

My mom got her very first sculpturing job,

and she hired me to be her official Sculpture Assistant!

Sounds impressive!

Child labour laws notwithstanding, that is.

You can say that again, Gina Lash.

If it weren't my own life, I'd be jealous.

[horn honks]

If Nanette keeps that up, her head's going to get flat.

Anyway, who would ever want Ninnie-Wart for a model?

Especially when there are classic shapes like ours

to choose from.

Well, have a good weekend, Angela Anaconda.

You too Gina Lash!

Mom! I'm home!

Hi sweetheart.

Hi mom, when do we start?

As soon as you want.

Our model just arrived.

Hello Angela.

Nanette?!

What are you doing here?!

I'm here for my modeling session, what else?

You mean you're making a statue of HER??

That's right.

I've been hired by the Manoirs!

And your mother tells me YOU'RE going to be

my little assistant?

Here's the air purifier you requested, Nanette.

Hmm. Let's see. Yes.

Why Mrs. Anaconda, I never would have guessed from

knowing your daughter that you'd be such a talented art-eest.

That's French for "artist."

Thank you for that most interesting lesson, Nanette.

Now I will do everything in my power to forget it.

Oh, Angela dear.

You know I'm not supposed to move,

so be a doll and fetch me another glass of water,

would you?

Does she really need to be here, mom?

Of course she does, she's my model.

Oh Angela!

[GROANS] Oh, this stinks!

On second thought, make that a glass of milk.

It's important for us models to maintain strong cheekbones.

Oh and Angela, this time, a clean glass.

I'll get King to wash it for you.

Ahh! Mom! Come quick!

Something's wrong with Baby Lulu!

Jiminy Christmas!

It's probably some really horrible disease that's

really contagious.

Maybe we should call the Manoirs and tell Nanette not

to come over.

Oh, it's just Fruity Flakes.

But, but mom!

MOM, I THINK KING'S GOT FLEAS!

AND WITH NANETTE AND HER SENSITIVE SKIN COMING OVER,

I THINK IT'S GOING TO BE -

a problem.

No problem at all.

Out you go, girl.

But, mom!

Oh no, she's here!

Tootles, mother. Thanks ever so.

Posture perfect, Precious.

And don't forget to-

Oh dear heavens, I broke a nail!

I'm sorry, Nanette Manoir, but something unexpected's

come up, and it looks as though my mother -

Oh look, it's my mom.

Oh hello, Nanette.

Come in, before you get fleas.

Thank you, Angela.

And please, try not to wrinkle my belongings.

"And please try not to wrinkle my belongings."

So in an effort to remain as still as possible,

I've brought over this little bell that I can ring

every time I need you to bring me something.

For instance.

Fetch me a cold glass of orange juice,

and please, no pulp.

And don't forget a clean glass!

Oh Angela, you know I'm not supposed to move,

so can you please come and scratch my nose.

After you've washed your hands.

How can someone call herself a model when her parents are

paying for her to be one?!

That's what I'd like to know!

Nanette: Did you use soap?!

[SPITS] Yeah!

I can't go back in there, Dad.

Nanette's taken over the whole house!

Come on Angelwings, you know how much this commission

means to your mother.

I know.

What's this, some kind of necklace?

It's a mobile retriever.

Kind of like Baby Lulu's nursery monitor,

but for pets.

If a dog gets loose from its master,

all you have to do is call it back with this.

Sort of a Doggie Talkie!

Good one, Angelwings, and nothing soothes a pet quite

like the calm, reassuring sound of its Master's voice.

Nanette: Oh Angela! I'm ready for my ice cream!

Here Angela, here girl!

Ohhhh.

At least there's still one place that Nanoodle can't get to.

My bedroom!

[GASPS] What are you doing here?!

Taking a break.

You have no idea how exhausting it is just

standing there being beautiful.

But, this is MY ROOM!

Then I assume this is your diary.

Angela: Where did you find this?!

Just lying around.

In the closet, behind a bureau,

in a box, under lock and key.

You really should be more careful.

And by the way, if those are the highlights of your life,

I suggest you try your hand at fiction.

Why don't YOU try your hand at minding your own

business, Nanette Manure, who thinks she is a model

but ISN'T.

How-di-do, Nincom-Ninnie-Pooh!?

Welcome to my studio.

So you are going to be a model.

The first thing you will want to do is practice your posture.

Allow me.

Here, since my private diaries that are filled with

so many famous, grown-up things I have done are over

your head -- let's put them OVER YOUR HEAD!

Vanity thy name must definitely be Nanity.

All this practicing to be the perfect model has made

you more bent over than before.

"Angela, Angela! Pick me up!"

you will beg me.

"Help me to be posture perfect like a REAL model,

even though I am definitely not one."

Fear not, oh slouching one.

I have just the stuff to keep you standing straight and tall.

This Plaster of Paree, which is FRENCH like you are not,

will keep you stiff as a board while I mold you into

a beautiful statue.

Oh no!

Now none of those fine French fashions will fit you,

Giant Nin!

I guess I'll just have to use my skills as an

Assistant Sculptor to whittle you down to size.

Woops!

Guess I was so busy getting you things,

I didn't learn as much about sculpting as you probably

would have liked, Nano-Ninnie.

But don't fret, tiny unFrench one.

[WHISTLES]

Your pompous parents' town car could sure use an

attractive hood ornament.

Enjoy the ride, but careful!

We happen to be driving through a swarm of yucky bugs!

Oh, Ninnie-dear, Queen of Clean,

we can't possibly leave you splattered with dead

mosquito carcasses all over your delicate complexion.

We'll have you good as new before you can say

"please don't wrinkle my belongings.

What's that, Ninnie-Wart?

Speak up, I can't hear you!

Angela, did you hear me sweetie?

Will you please see who that is?

Okay mom.

Oh. How quaint.

Hola!

And please, try not to wrinkle our belongings.

Welcome!

And now for the moment you've all been waiting for.

Well?

Oh.

It simply won't do.

It's beautiful of course, it's our Nanette.

But it really should be bigger.

It will look ridiculous in our capacious foyer -

which is French for vestibule.

Perhaps we should just let them keep it.

It's not too small for their house.

[GASPS]

What a charitable idea, princess.

"Which is French for vestibule."

Oh well, there's no accounting for taste.

Any idea where we should put it?

Leave it to me.

I know just the place.

Well, what do you think?

Let's ask the expert.

Here girl!

[laughing]

Good one, King!

♪