Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

a really idiotic melody to go with dumb words?
Uh, Tina, why-why don't you show me what you have?
I've got it, too, I think.
let's give them what they want. One, two, seven, eight!
Remember, students may use the music room
Za-oom!
- if it was going somewhere, but it was. - Kind of.
School pictures.
Maybe what matters is how I am in the present,
♪ You're a school ♪
I'm gonna hit it. ♪ Schoo... ♪
♪ These were the names of all the kids at Wagstaff... ♪
in locker order, 'cause who's not gonna clap
- Smith? - Who?
This is a happy face with glasses
Hi! Ah! Red, stop hogging!
So are we good?
Tina, I think we found an applausable solution.
Lin, he's insulting us.
Ha! Male-pattern baldness.
Oh...
Lot of turds today, but our song is still the stupidest.
when I was on pain medication after oral surgery.
It's not my song. It's Mr. Frond's.
Hey, tell us about your songwriting, Tina.
so we're killing it.
the school song isn't "cool" and then something
-♪ Walking the halls, doing it all ♪ -♪ Windmill ♪
I think it is. Get sunscreen.
I just remembered the words.
Uh, absolutely. Here you go.
It's Pesto's stupid awning. It's reflecting the sun at us.
Uh, hey, Tammy, I noticed that your song with the names
Taking mine back.
Yeah, but we wrote on it "Still Open."
It's how we take out the Death Star.
That's it.
I'm yawning at your awning.
She's hitting it.
Come on out, Jimmy.
Okay, our new school song is,
- Chicago. - Do not tell him Chicago.
it's really heating up, it's really heating up.
right? Like the bottom of a hamster cage but on a window?
Like, more than usual?