"Le Voyage dans la Poubelle" is the second part of the twenty-eighth episode of Pencil 2.O, having aired on 26 August 2016 in the second season. In this episode, Match accidentally throws out something that will be important to the plot. Meanwhile, Pencil and Pen attend a night college.
- Match: Omg, Penc-penc, you should have seen what they've done to our posters.
- Pencil: [on the other side] Wot's'e?
- Match: So you know those new Grade 8 history books your sister got— [Eraser runs by]
- Eraser: Micka macka wooka …
- Match: —after, like, textbook registration?
- Pencil: I'm readin'e right now.
- Match: Omg, you're so like a nerd.
- Pencil: Wot?
- Match: Nothing. [Eraser runs by]
- Eraser: Hurgen splurgen urgen …
- Match: Anyways, like, did you see page 329?
- Pencil: Not yet, why?
[She goes to the page.]
- Pencil: Omg!
- Match: Right? Like, read the caption.
- Pencil: "When anti-environmentalists gone wrong. Wot y'mus' know's thet it's very importan' to follow all rules an' listen to other …"
[Eraser runs in the background.]
- Eraser: Salaca-doola-menchika—
- Match: Will you stop that?
- Pencil: Why?
- Match: Not you, Penc-penc … sorry, I've got to go yell at a freak. Talk you later!
[They hang up on each other.]
- Match: Eraser, I'm trying to talk on the phone with Pencil! Don't you have, like, anything better to do than sing show tunes from fifty years ago?
- Eraser: Not really. And Match, stop being a pain in the asש, literally.
- Match: I'm just mad that summer's almost ending.
- Eraser: Oh, don't worry. It'll just be for today.
- Match: What are you even doing?
- Eraser: Ho ho, ever since Pen … you know … every year I've found a large ball of dirt that looks sturdy but dis-segregates once even a feather touches it, and planted it in his side of the room, y'know, just to prove how much of a man he really is.
- Match: That's so dumb!
- Eraser: It gets smarterer. I'll tell him that he should whack it with this gavel Blocky and I stole from the Kenyan Supreme Court …
- Match: You're so dumb!
- Eraser: —and when he hits the ball of dirt, heh, it will sploosh all over his side of the room, making my side appear to be less dirty, which, really, I don't care about because I live in my own filth.
- Match: Thank you, Eraser, for giving me a reason why we shouldn't go further in our relationship.
- Eraser: Hey, I'm always open for other girls!
- Match: M-nyeh!
- Eraser: Nyeh!
[Enter Aristotelis from the other room.]
- Aristotelis: Alright, people, I think we should have a family meeting. But first, where's Pen?
- Eraser: He's gone and played BUATA baseball.
- Aristotelis: BUATA baseball?
- Match: It's this new shiת he's doing, like, "Beat-Up-And-Then-Apologise" baseball.
- Aristotelis: And where's your mother?
- Match: She's buying Buddha statues at the mall.
- Aristotelis: My wife is beating up and apologising to statues? I knew I married a thimonhi.
- Eraser: She meant Buddha statues. Y'know, like the Buddha?
- Aristotelis: I hope that's kosher. , I think having only 60% of the people here at the family meeting is good enough for me.
- Eraser: So what's the meeting for, dad?
- Aristotelis: You know the new American family that we've met, right?
- Match: The Boozemans?
- Aristotelis: No, the Bozemans.
- Eraser: Tomayto, tomarto.
- Aristotelis: That's like saying Austria and Australia! Oykh, they're coming over to this house next week.
- Match: Why, it's not like it's a particular holiday.
- Aristotelis: They are our new friends and they are coming over. Now,</math> I understand that you, my only children, offspring of a different universe, bespringten of a …
- Eraser: WE GET IT!
- Aristotelis: [sigh] You all like living in dirt. And by you all, I mean Eraser—
- Eraser: Dad, it's a rite of passage for people who've been men for so short of a time … that happens every year.
- Aristotelis: And that's what we have to do. So from today to next Friday, you will make your rooms as clean as possible.
- Match: But my room is—
- Aristotelis: Dirty as hell? By Friday, I want all of your rooms to be so spotless, with everything that's not supposed to be in its place in its place, d'ya hear? Mum and I will be running inspections of the room just before the
- Eraser: [sigh] Yes, fath— Wait. Are these all Kat's words?
- Aristotelis: Yes.
[Exeunt Aristotelis and Eraser.]
- Match: [thinking of Ari's words] "Everything that's not in its place in its place. Everything that's not in its place in its place …"
[Her eyes widen, leading to the theme song.]
By the Norwegian University of Nairobi
- Pencil: Mum, 'ave I got to go to this night college thing?
- Estigua: Yes. Your counsellor called me personally and requested that you be taking a foreign language to count for credit. Otherwise you can not go to college, which means you can't get a high-paying job which means you can't make money, which means you can not supply me with goods for my future!
- Pencil: Mum, I know e'ery language in the world. Why'n Earth must I take another class fer'e?
- Needle: Nuh-uh! You don't speak Latin.
- Pencil: Well, Latin's dead.
- Nelson: Latin can never die,
- Estigua: And we're here.
[Pencil gets kicked out of the car.]
- Pencil: Wait, don' leave me 'ere!
[The car drives away.]
- Pencil: Nice.
Fifteen minutes later
- Vindström: Salve.
- Pencil: 'Ello.
- Vindström: NO! Absolutely not shall you bellow at me! When you enter a room, I expect a salve from each other, do you hear this miss … F!
- Pencil: Yer a-givin' me a h'F on the firs' day!?
- Vindström: No, I am saying the F-word to myself because professors aren't allowed to scream expletives in anger!
- Pencil: An' apparently thet's the only rule 'ere.
- Vindström: Now that we've got this rude nuisance out of the way, let me introduce myself. My name is Cordelia Africa Vindström, but you can call me Africa.
- Pencil: 'Sthet mean we can call'ee Vindström?
- Vindström: Not in the name of everything you and your darned mind thinks of! If you dare call me Vindström, the name into which I was forced to live out 99.9 years, I will severely punish you by stripping off your recovery licence and forcing you to 99.9 years of eternal torture! I hate the name Vindström, as it represents my ancestors' suffering from millions of decades of colonial rule by the stinky, hog-brained lunatics known as the people of—
- Unknown Voice: Excuse me, but you aren't a very good example of a college professor of Latin. At least the ancient Romans were tolerant of all people no matter what their race or nationality was.
- Vindström: What kind of nonentity are you? No apologies, but I tend not to give a hoot about the people whose tuition goes to me.
- Unknown Voice: Some may call me a drifter.
- Vindström: Take off your disguise.
- Unknown Voice: Some may call me a greaser.
- Vindström: Take off your disguise, NOW!
- Unknown Voice: But I'm just an athlete …
- Vindström: If you don't reveal your identity, I will immediately alert the authorities.
- Unknown Voice: … who plays BUATA-baseball!
[The voice reveals itself—it's Pen.]
- Pencil: Pen?
- Pen: Better than ever!
- Pencil: Wot's'e doin' 'ere?
- Pen: My mother told me that if I did a language this year I could go to college.
- Pencil: Omg, s- same thing, an' 'ere we are!
- Pen: Cool.