(In the cafeteria.)

Dane: *has a puppet*

Danes puppet: Hey, Playtime. What do you say I ditched this chumphon and you and me get out of here.

Play: *giggling*

Prize: and do you see another table open?

Bully: *gets up* Hey Dane,

Danes puppet and Dane: *look up*

Bully: Nice doll, does it come with a dress?

Danes puppet: Hey bully, nice head, does it come with a neck?

(Earlier, in the halls.)

Bully: *shaking Arts up and down for her notebooks*

Arts: P-Put me d-d-down!

Bully: Come on, you know your gonna give me one of your notebooks!

Arts: Y-You're crushing m-m-my ribs!

Bully: Come on, Artsy.

Prize: Put her down, bully.

Bully: Cmon, we're just having some fun-

Arts: No i-I'm not...

(Later in the cafeteria where we started.)

Dane: Dane jr. (the puppet)! I'm really sorry I can't control him some times.

Bully: Hey, Dane, how bout I kick your BUTT?!

Dane: It's not me, it's him!

(Earlier back in the halls. Jesus the time jumps in this are weird-)

Arts: P-Put me down!

Prize: She said put her down! *runs over the bully's foot*

Bully: OW! That hurt you Tin Can! *puts Arts down*

Prize: Yeah that was supposed to hurt you jerk! *pushes into him, not meaning to give a hug*

Principal: *comes along*

Bully: Hey! Leave me alone!

Principal: *sees and breaks them up* Guys, we don't hit people here at the Here Schoolhouse.

Bully: Yeah! What's your problem?!

(Later back in the cafeteria. These jumps are getting me off.)

Bully: oh okay, right, gotcha. Well how bout this: How about, I kick YOUR butt, and HE can talk about it. Does that sound good to you?

(Earlier in the halls again.)

Bully: I think he's high,man, he went CRAZY on me!

Prize: He wouldn't put her down!

Bully: We were just messing around. *tries to secretly steals Art's notebook*

Arts: *sees and backs off* H-Hey!

Principal: Alright, that's it. The two of you can work it out, this afternoon, in detention.

Bully: What?!

(Later in the cafeteria. This is the last one I promise.)

Sweeps: *comes along* *in sweeps language* Ey, ey, ey, ey!Knock it off! Why'nt you go pick on some' yer own size? There's joes bus in th' parkin lot.

Dane, Play, and Prize: *look at each other*

Bully: *mockingly laughs, points at Dane, and leaves*

(Nevermind I made a mistake this is the last jump. This is Earlier in the halls for the last time.)

Bully: TIN-CAN!!! *stomps off*

Prize: Mr. Principal, I was just trying to help the lovely Arts and Crafters

Principal: *looks at Arts* She looks like she can take care of herself.

Arts: *does the "I can't take care of myself" face*

(End. Sorry for the confusing time-jumps. the source is weirdly edited.)