In Caterva Jubilo

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"In Caterva Jubilo" is the episode of Pencil 2.O, having aired on in the season. In this episode, .

December 15, 2005

Main office

• Blocky: Okay, here's the plan: we wait for a distraction that Julie will have to leave the room for, and then we start to take over the intercom.
• Flower: Which Julie, boss? There are three of them.
• Eraser: Yeah, and all three of them are secretary.
• Blocky: If you don't mind keeping this operation a secret, there'll've been ary of you left to be alive by the day's done! So just shut up.
• [ Flower · Eraser ]: Sorry, boss.

[Enter Headmistress Golf Ball. She doesn't notice the Gang at the hiding spot.]

• Golf Ball: And now, my ladies, a word with you.

[The Julies chatter amongst themselves quietly, exeundæ.]

• Blocky: Now, Gang, now!

[Scissors and Knife lock the doors as Trophy pushes a heavy box lest any teachers arrive.]

• Blocky: [on the intercom] Goooooooooood morning, stupid students, and we're the Gang of 8, who have just hijacked the Intercom system, here with my bros Eraser, Snowball, Flower and Pen.
• Pen: Um, maybe you shouldn't say my name in front of where it can be spoken!
• Flower: I'm a girl.
• Blocky: You fuⴿing goody-goody son of a dead biⵞ, just fuⴿing let me talk for once! And I call all of you bro, so just deal with it.
• Snowball: Mean not to kill thy rant, but we're on air.
• Blocky: Shiⵝ! I tell you a plan, and you're supposed to go with it! God, how much I hate you so fuⴿing much!
• Flower: We love you too, boss.
• Blocky: Damn it, you people ruined my totally awesome rant!

Headmistress's office

• Golf Ball: You all have been receiving reports about many students' being absent, is this correct?
• Julie B.: Yes, ma'am.
• Julie W.: We believe that it's because of that outbreak of can't-go-to-school-itis.
• Golf Ball: Yeah … that was all I have to say to you. Carry on with your jobs!
• Julie N.: It was an honour to be recognised by such an awarding and well-rounded individual!
• Golf Ball: Oh … why, thank you! I feel a tiny bit better today.

[The Julies try to open the door, but it's been locked and the small door window has been covered by paper.]

• Golf Ball: Door not opening?
• Julie B.: That's queer.
• Julie N.: We don't use words like that, Julie B!
• Julie B.: I mean, this is weird! This door was unlocked earlier!
• Julie W.: Wait … check out that sheet on the door … "Prank paper, property of the Gang of 8".
• Julie N.: Shall I call security?
• Julie B.: I don't see why not!

Main office

• Blocky: And now, a poem by our own, Flower. Carefully listen, though, because she is really quiet.

[Moment of silence.]

• Flower: I LIKE TO SLEEP IN CLASS I LIKE TO SLEEP IN CLASS I LIKE TO SLEEP IN CLASS I LIKE TO SLEEP IN CLASS I LIKE TO SLEEP IN CLASS I LIKE TO SLEEP IN CLASS FUⴿ ALL THE TEACHERS!
• Blocky: And there you have it! Pen, would you like to add a few words?
• Pen: Er … well—
• Blocky, Eraser, Flower: ADD A FEW WORDS!
• Pen: Hi.

[All of a sudden, enter US Dollar.]

• U.S. Dollar: Stop! In the name of love! … See what I did there? Oh, wait, you guys are probably too young.
• Flower: Actually, I was 20 when that song was released.

[USD adjusts his glasses.]

• U.S. Dollar: Hold on! The Gang of 8? How many arrests can I make in a week for you guys? You know the drill, you're coming with me.

[They all get arrested and taken to the on-campus jail.]

Lunch

• Match: Hey guys! Let's, like, talk about boys.
• Pencil: No, let's, like, not.

[Enter Pen and Eraser.]

• Pencil: Omg! Bubble, 'ide me!

[She hides behind Bubble.]

• Bubble: I'm clear; that'll do nothing.
• Eraser: Hey, Match.
• Pen: Hey, Pencil.
• Eraser: Hey, Bubble.
• Pen: Hey, Pencil.
• Eraser: Oy, you said that twice.
• Pen: [slapping Eraser] Say that again and I'll—I mean, sorry I had to do that in front of you girls.
• Match: Whatever.
• Bubble: Hoiy, what you guys did todoy was totally not cool.
• Match: Yeah, some people, like, like to listen to morning announcements!
• Pencil: Y' only listen ter'e acos o' thet 'ot-voiced announcer.
• Eraser: Hate to burst your bubble, but that's just one of the Julies with a voice modifier.
• Match: Omg, what?
• Bubble: So who let you guys out of joil?
• Eraser: Officer Dollar said that we two did the least swearing, so he let us go!
• Pen: Besides, how did you even know about that?
• Match: It's on Rumours Daily!
• Pencil: Aye, she paid School Newspaper two lakh in bobs to write th' bes' rumours o' this week.
• Bubble: To be honest, I think it was roight of Dollar to arrest you guys.
• [ Pen · Eraser ]: Hey, that's not nice!
• Pen: And yet so true!
• Eraser: What? How? That was one of the greatest pranks of this month.
• Pen: I know, but …
• Match: Hey, can you, like, take this somewhere else?
• Pencil: Aye, whilst'ee bore us with yer borin' guy talk, we'll try an' bore'ee with our girl talk.
• Bubble: So, let's talk about boys!
• Pencil: Aye, let's do thet!
• [ Pen · Eraser ]: Bye!

The Schreibers' place

• Pen: No, of course I don't want to leave!
• Eraser: Then good!
• Pen: It still seems pretty weird that on my university applications I'll have to put "member of a prankster gang" in the extracurriculars.
• Eraser: Oh … hey, Dad! You're home early.
• Aristotelis: Yeah, I let myself leave.

[Awkward silence.]

• Pen: Aren't you going to ask how our day was?
• Aristotelis: What for? Your school newspaper just arrived.
• Match: I was let out early!
• Aristotelis: Why would you kids take over the school intercom just to swear, do bad poetry, and make some kids cry?
• Pen: What?
• Match: It says so on page 4! Like, Penc-penc and I saw a bunch of people, like, start leaving class to cry because of you guys!
• Eraser: It wasn't just us, y'know.
• Aristotelis: That's not the point right now. By being arrested and taking over the announcement, you gave our family a bad reputation. I wanted to move into this country to give ourselves a better life, but you two just have to ruin it.
• Pen: [sigh] Oh, I wouldn't have done it if it had made so many people cry! Why do I feel so guilty right now?
• Eraser: Making people cry is our job! If you're just noticing that it's such a bad thing right now, then you're just not doing your job right.

[Eraser runs upstairs.]

• Pen: Eraser! We have to talk!

[He runs upstairs to him. Enter Katarzyna, who has been intently listening.]

• Katarzyna: Oh, I know how bad you feel. Honestly.
• Aristotelis: Také?
• Katarzyna: I've also got a few words for you.
• Aristotelis: Oh, what are they? Hopefully they'll cheer you up.
• Katarzyna: Well … they're your sons.

[She laughs as she exits.]