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Act 1[]
(At the Walkerville Space Center)
Ralphie: You and your terrific ideas, Keesha.
Keesha: You have a better idea, Ralphie?
Ralphie: Our mission was to tell the entire universe what air can do.
Arnold: And all we’ve got to put in the space capsule...
Ralphie: Is an empty jar.
Keesha: Uh-uh-uh. Not empty. It’s filled with air. So let’s just give this jar to the space guys to put in the capsule and wait for blastoff.
Ralphie: But, Keesha, it doesn’t even have a top.
Male Announcer: Attention. Attention. All space projects are now being loaded for launch.
Phoebe: Gee, that's really cool.
Male Student: It demonstrates what water can do. Wanna see? The water in clouds makes falling rain and waterfalls and rivers. It can also turn waterwheels--
Carmen lookalike (female student): Hey, and what have you guys made for the Walkerville space capsule?
Keesha: Well, we have this- uh, Actually we, uh- we’re not quite finished with it yet.
Dorothy Ann: Why couldn't our mission be water like Ms. Rivers' class?
Tim: Yeah. At least water does something.
Keesha: (Sighs)
(a volcano project is shown)
Arnold: Wow! That's fantastic!
Female student: It's called, "Everything you've always wanted to know about rocks." Neat, huh?
Ralphie: Solid!
Phoebe: It's great!
Arnold: Really amazing!
(Keesha sighs)
Female student: What's your project?
Carlos: We're stuck with air, and that's not fair. Hey, We could write a poem.
Dorothy Ann and Phoebe: CARLOS!
Keesha: You guys better go ahead. We, (hesitation) we've got some final touches to make.
(They start walking)
Ralphie: Final touches? We've got nothing to work with! ZIP! Doesn't do anything!
(Enter Professor Frizzle (Ms. Frizzle), and the Bus. The Bus has a rope attached to it, and is flying a paragliding Ms. Frizzle like a kite. The Bus, in autopilot, drives itself along the space center and stops for the class.)
Ms. Frizzle: Yoo-hoo! Good morning, class!
All: Ms. Frizzle!
Ms. Frizzle: Success, class. I found the perfect top for your jar.
(she waves the pickle jar's top, and comes down from the Bus)
Keesha: That's great, Ms. Frizzle, but we're really stuck on air.
Ms. Frizzle: Ha ha! Me too, Keesha. It just blows me away. Woo-hoo!
(the wind carries the Friz and her paraglider far off. The class follows her to a dumpster, where the wind stops. To ensure this doesn't happen again, the Friz takes her glider off.)
All: Ms. Frizzle!
Ms. Frizzle: Just think, years from now on a small planet by a distant star, some curious extraterrestrial will open the Walkerville Space Capsule and discovers the wonders of air. All thanks to you, class.
Keesha: But we don't know what to make that shows what air can do... when air can't do anything.
(she shows Ms. Frizzle the pickle jar)
Ms. Frizzle: Oh, really? (takes jar from Keesha) Well, as my old roommate, Aerial View, used to say, (impersonating Aerial View) "Nothing clears your head like a little fresh air."
Ralphie: Huh?
Ms. Frizzle: To the Bus! (puts jar on dumpster)
(They board the Bus)
Arnold: But, Ms. Frizzle, we can't go on the field trip. We'll miss the launch. (he gets in the Bus) Besides, I'm hungry.
Ms. Frizzle: No problem, Arnold. It's not launch time yet. Ha ha ha ha! But, here's a Sea Wheaties to tie you over. Seatbelts, class!
(Ms. Frizzle opens the glovebox and gives Arnold a bag of Sea Wheaties, brand-name seaweed/carrot crackers.)
Keesha: (whom Arnold sits next to) I don't know, Arnold. Maybe I should have stayed home today.
Arnold: You too?
Ms. Frizzle: Air it out, Liz.
(Liz starts the Bus, and the transformation sequence plays. They enter the jar, which is on top of the dumpster.)
Tim: Where are we?
Keesha: I wish I knew.
Dorothy Ann: I’m not sure, But, I...
Wanda: I think we’re inside the pickle jar.
(A blue jay looks at the class from the top of the jar. Then it leaves.)
Carlos: Talk about a jarring experience.
Kids: Carlos!
Ralphie: Now what? How are we going to get our air project on the Space Capsule?
Keesha: There must be some mistake, Ms. Frizzle.
Ms. Frizzle: Mistake? As in air-ror (error)?
Phoebe: As in "giant"!
(A woman screws the top on the jar. The students, Bus, Liz, and Ms. Frizzle start to shake from within.)
Wanda: Hey! Don't leave us inside this jar!
All: Come back!
Dorothy Ann: She can't hear us. We're too tiny.
Keesha: What are we gonna do now?
Ms. Frizzle: What do we always do? To the bus!
Arnold: Not again.
Keesha: Come on, Arnold!
Arnold: Coming!
(everyone is on the Bus)
Ms. Frizzle: Time to hit the Jar Vacatur, Liz.
(Liz turns on the Jar Vacatur, which malfunctions, sizzles, and shorts out.)
Ms. Frizzle: Whoopsie.
Phoebe: Oh no; the Jar Vacatur has gone kablooey!
Ms. Frizzle: Not to despair, Phoebe, there's more than one way to leave a jar. (She opens the glove compartment and browses through items.)
(She throws out books with lesson plans from past episodes)
Ms. Frizzle: Volcanoes, no, logs, no, the digestive system, no...
(She finds the pickle jar escape manual)
Ms. Frizzle: Oh, here it is: the "how to get out of a pickle jar when you're the size of a snail" escape manual. (reads through it) Aha, mhm....
Wanda: What does it say, what does it say?
Ms. Frizzle: Follow me.
(They leave the Bus)
Ms. Frizzle: It says: "Open compartment 7".
(On the side of the bus without the door, there are compartments numbered 1 through 10. Ms. Frizzle finds the aforementioned compartment, which is the seventh one).
Ms. Frizzle: Five, six, seven. (opens 7)
Ms. Frizzle (she is presented the escape kit): It's the "how to get out of a pickle jar when you're the size of a snail" escape kit!
Keesha: Open it, Ms. Frizzle! Hurry!
Ms. Frizzle: Whatever you say, Keesha. (She opens it, and a pink cloud sprays through a hose. This pink cloud is visible air known as Extraordinaire.)
(The Extraordinaire continues to escape from the hose in the HtGOoaPJWYtSoaS Escape Kit)
Tim: Wow, this is totally cool.
Carlos: Check out the pink cloud.
Tim: Look how it moves, when I wave my hand through it.
Arnold: Yeah, but, what is it?
Ms. Frizzle (reading through the Manual): Checking, checking -- ah -- it's called Extraordinaire, and it's colored pink so we can see it.
Keesha: What else does it say?
Ms. Frizzle: It says: "Use the Extraordinaire to help you escape through the top of the jar."
Phoebe (stares at the closed lid): What happens if we can't escape?
Ralphie: Oh, nothing much. We've just won't able to put anything on the space capsule, we'll miss the blast-off of the century, and we’ll be stuck inside this jar forever.
Keesha: No way! There's plenty of time to figure out how to get out of here.
Male Announcer: Attention, attention. The space capsule will be launched exactly in 10 minutes.
Ralphie, Arnold, Carlos and Phoebe in unison: 10 minutes?!
Keesha: Oh, bad. Oh, bad. Oh, bad, bad, BAD!
Act 2[]
Ralphie: 10 minutes until launch? We can't get out of here in 10 minutes, with nothing of this pink stuff to work with. We won't be out of here for ten years.
Ms. Frizzle: Well, as my cousin Locksmith always says: "If there's a way in, then there must be a way out."
Arnold: You mean it's time to take chances, make mistakes, and see what the Extraordinaire can do?
Ms. Frizzle: Oh, Arnold. I couldn't have said it better myself.
Keesha: Okay, guys. If we have to to use Extraordinaire to escape, We'd better see what it can do before it all disappears. (some Extraordinaire moves around) Hey!
(Extraordinaire continues spreading)
Tim: Man, this stuff moves like crazy.
(Ralphie catches some in his cap)
Ralphie: I got some! (it escapes from his cap after he puts it on)
Keesha: Yeah, but it's getting away. It's still getting away!
Dorothy Ann: According to the escape manual, "Extraordinaire spreads out in all directions."
Wanda: Look! Liz found the way to collect Extraordinaire, In a turkey baster.
Ralphie: We need more than a turkey baster to capture all this stuff.
Ms. Frizzle: Oh, just a thing, A thin stretchy rubber glove. Let's snare some Extraordinaire.
Carlos: Hey, this is fun!
Wanda: Wahoo! We're doing it! We're trapping the Extraordinaire!
Keesha: Quick, see the glove off before the Extraordinaire escapes.
Tim: Anybody ever rubber band, or something we can tie this off with?
Ralphie: No.
Wanda: Uh-uh.
Arnold: Nothing.
Ralphie: TBA
Dorothy Ann: But these are my favorites.
Male Announcer: Attention, Ms. Frizzle's class, We are still waiting for your project. The air project.
Keesha: TBA
Dorothy Ann: TBA
Arnold: TBA
Keesha: Never mind that. Pull tighter!
Ms. Frizzle: TBA
Phoebe: TBA
Ms. Frizzle: TBA
Ralphie: Let me try.
Act 3[]
TBA: TBA
Producer Says[]
[telephone ringing]