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| − | + | {{qf|[[Bart]]}} I dreamt it was the last day of school! | |
| − | + | {{qf|[[Homer]]}} Well, it is! | |
| − | + | {{qf|Bart}} How do I know this isn't some beautiful dream, too? | |
| − | + | :''[Homer whacks Bart on the head with a newspaper.]'' | |
| − | + | {{qf|Bart}} Ow! You know, a pinch is more traditional. | |
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| − | + | {{qf|[[Marge]]}} Homer, you do remember your promise to the children? | |
| − | + | {{qf|Homer}} Sure do. When you're 18, you're out the door! | |
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| − | + | {{qf|Homer}} Son, if you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now quiet! They're about to announce the lottery numbers. | |
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| − | + | {{qf|[[Miss Hoover]]}} Here are your final report cards. I have nothing left to say to any of you, so if nobody minds, let's just quietly run out the clock. | |
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| − | + | {{qf|Bart}} Mrs. Krabappel, if I don't get at least a 'C' average, I can't go to Kamp Krusty! | |
| − | + | {{qf|[[Mrs. Krabappel]]}} Have a 'D'-lightful summer. | |
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| − | + | {{qf|Teacher}} ''[when the bells ring]'' Wait a minute! You didn't learn how World War II ended! | |
| − | + | :''[The class waits expectantly.]'' | |
| − | + | {{qf|Teacher}} We won! | |
| − | + | {{qf|Class}} ''[running out of the building cheering]'' Yay! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! | |
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| − | + | {{qf|[[Lisa]]}} So Bart, will you be joining me in the bucolic splendour of {{ap|Kamp Krusty|location}}? | |
| − | + | {{qf|Bart}} You bet. Check out this hand: All aces. | |
| − | ''' | + | {{qf|Lisa}} ''[laughs]'' A plus! Oh, Bart, why didn't you at least forge ''plausible'' grades? |
| − | + | {{qf|Bart}} Oh... | |
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| − | '''Bart''' | + | {{qf|Bart}} Well, Dad, here's my report card. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. |
| − | + | {{qf|Homer}} 'A+'!? You don't think much of me, do you, boy? | |
| − | + | {{qf|Bart}} No, sir. | |
| + | {{qf|Homer}} You know a 'D' turns into a 'B' so easily. You just got greedy. | ||
| + | {{qf|Bart}} So I won't get to go to camp? | ||
| + | {{qf|Homer}} Now, Bart, we made this deal because I thought it would help you get good grades. And you didn't. But why should you pay for my mistake? | ||
| + | {{qf|Bart}} You mean I can go? | ||
| + | {{qf|Homer}} Yeah. I didn't want you hangin' around all summer anyway. | ||
| + | {{qf|Bart}} Oh, Dad! You're the best father a boy could ever have. | ||
| + | {{qf|Homer}} Thanks, son. Now, you've got little hands ... could you reach under the mower and pull out that skate? | ||
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| − | ''' | + | {{qf|Bart}} Hey, hands off my pickle! |
| + | {{qf|Homer}} I don't see your name on it, boy! | ||
| + | {{qf|Bart}} No, but-- ''[licks the pickle]'' | ||
| + | {{qf|Homer}} Oh, yeah? ''[dunks the pickle in his milk]'' Checkmate! | ||
| + | {{qf|Bart}} Always thinking two moves ahead. | ||
| + | {{qf|Marge}} It's our last family dinner for six weeks. But I promised myself I wouldn't cry. | ||
| + | :''[The others ignore her and continue to eat.]'' | ||
| + | {{qf|Marge}} ''[crying]'' Oh, I'm going to miss this. | ||
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| − | + | {{qf|Marge}} Lisa, watch out for poison ivy. Remember, leaves of three, let it be. | |
| − | + | {{qf|Homer}} Leaves of four, eat some more! ''[Laughs]'' | |
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| − | '''Bart | + | :''[The bus departs for Kamp Krusty with the kids on board.]'' |
| − | + | {{qf|Bart}} Don't look in my closet! In fact, stay out of my room all together. | |
| − | + | {{qf|Lisa}} If the pets die, don't replace them, I'll know! | |
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| − | + | {{qf|[[Mr. Black]]}} I'll take any questions you might have ... you? And then, um... one more. | |
| − | + | {{qf|[[Milhouse]]}} Can we call you Uncle Blackie? | |
| − | + | {{qf|Mr. Black}} No. Last question. | |
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| − | [ | + | :''[The kids sit around a campfire of burning tires while the camp counselors (the school bullies) supervise.]'' |
| − | + | {{qf|Bart}} Don't we get to roast marshmallows? | |
| − | + | {{qf|[[Dolph]]}} Shut up and eat your pine cone! | |
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| − | [ | + | :''[At the dock, Lisa hesitates to get into a battered-looking canoe bobbing around in rough waves.]'' |
| − | + | {{qf|Lisa}} Uh ... Are you sure that's safe? | |
| − | + | {{qf|[[Kearney]]}} Well, it ain't gettin' any safer! | |
| − | + | :''[The canoe breaks apart and sinks.]'' | |
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| − | [ | + | :''[At dinnertime.]'' |
| − | + | {{qf|Lisa}} You're serving us gruel? | |
| − | + | {{qf|Dolph}} Not quite. This is Krusty Brand '''Imitation''' Gruel. Nine out of ten orphans can't tell the difference! | |
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| − | + | {{qf|Lisa}} I feel like I'm gonna die, Bart. | |
| − | + | {{qf|Bart}} We're all gonna die, Lis'. | |
| − | + | {{qf|Lisa}} I meant soon. | |
| − | + | {{qf|Bart}} So did I. | |
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| − | + | {{qf|Lisa}} ''[writing home]'' Dear Mom and Dad, I no longer fear hell, because I've been to Kamp Krusty. | |
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| − | ''' | + | {{qf|Marge}} ''[reading Lisa's letter]'' She complains now, but when we go to pick her up, she won't want to leave. |
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| − | ''' | + | {{qf|Mr. Black}} Well, kids, I promised you a little treat in lieu of dinner, and here it is. The man who took an abandoned mule tannery, and turned it into a summer wonderland: Mr. Krusty the Clown! |
| − | + | :''[Instead of the real Krusty, it's a disheveled and crudely disguised Barney Gumble.]'' | |
| − | ''' | + | {{qf|Mr. Black}} Now, I must tell you kids Krusty has laryngitis and a bad back, so he won't be saying anything or doing anything. |
| + | {{qf|Milhouse}} Krusty looks fat! | ||
| + | {{qf|Lisa}} He's really having trouble keeping his balance! | ||
| + | {{qf|[[Ralph]]}} He's still funny, but not ha-ha funny! | ||
| + | {{qf|Bart}} ''[angry]'' That's not Krusty the Clown!! | ||
| + | :''[The other kids gasp.]'' | ||
| + | {{qf|Mr. Black}} Well, what do you think? I slapped a clown suit on some wino? ''[laughs nervously]'' | ||
| + | {{qf|[[Barney]]}} Yeah, Bart, I am so Crunchy the Clown! ''[belches]'' | ||
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| − | '''Bart'' | + | {{qf|Bart}} All right, that's it! I've been scorched by Krusty before. I got a rapid heartbeat from his Krusty brand vitamins, my Krusty Kalculator didn't have a 7 or an 8, and Krusty's autobiography was self-serving with many glaring omissions. But this time, he's gone too far! WE WANT KRUSTY! |
| + | :''[The other kids join in and chant with Bart.]'' | ||
| + | {{qf|Bart and Kids}} WE WANT KRUSTY! WE WANT KRUSTY! | ||
| + | {{qf|Barney}} Yeah! We want Crunchy! We want Crunchy! | ||
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| − | + | :''[A full-scale revolt breaks out, and Bart frees the fat-camp kids.]'' | |
| + | {{qf|Bart}} My chunky brothers! Gorge yourselves at the trough of freedom! | ||
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| − | + | :''[On TV, Kent Brockman reports about the chaos at Kamp Krusty.]'' | |
| + | {{qf|[[Kent Brockman]]}} Ladies and Gentlemen, I have been to [[Vietnam]], [[Iraq]] and [[Afghanistan]], and I can say without hyperbole that this is a million times worse than all of them put together. A group of school-aged Spartacuses have taken the camp by force. Three counselors are missing and presumed scared. | ||
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| − | ''' | + | :''[Kent is about to interview the rebel leader ...]'' |
| − | + | {{qf|Homer}} ''[watching the report about Kamp Krusty on the news]'' Don't be the boy, don't be the boy... | |
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| − | '' | + | {{qf|Bart}} We want the whole world to know that this was a really crappy camp. ''[covers microphone with his hand]'' Can I say 'crappy' on TV? |
| − | + | {{qf|Kent}} Yes, on this network you can. | |
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| − | '' | + | :''[The real Krusty the Clown arrives at camp, but the kids don't believe it's really him.]'' |
| − | + | {{qf|[[Krusty]]}} I'm no fake! I'm the real Krusty! | |
| − | '''Krusty'' | + | {{qf|Lisa}} Oh, yeah!? Who played your daughter in the short-lived sitcom ''President Clown''? |
| − | + | {{qf|Krusty}} I don't know her name, but she held up a liquor store last year. | |
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| − | + | {{qf|Bart}} Krusty! This camp was a nightmare! They fed us gruel, they forced us to make wallets for export, and one of the campers was eaten by a bear! | |
| + | {{qf|Krusty}} Oh, my God!! | ||
| + | {{qf|Bart}} Well, actually, the bear just ate his hat. | ||
| + | {{qf|Krusty}} Was it a nice hat? | ||
| + | {{qf|Bart}} Oh, yeah. | ||
| + | {{qf|Krusty}} Oh, my God!! | ||
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| − | + | {{qf|Homer}} Marge, am I crazy or is my back getting hairier? | |
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| − | + | {{qf|[[Otto]]}} All right! Three whole months of Spaghetti-O's and daytime TV! | |
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- Bart: I dreamt it was the last day of school!
- Homer: Well, it is!
- Bart: How do I know this isn't some beautiful dream, too?
- [Homer whacks Bart on the head with a newspaper.]
- Bart: Ow! You know, a pinch is more traditional.
- Marge: Homer, you do remember your promise to the children?
- Homer: Sure do. When you're 18, you're out the door!
- Homer: Son, if you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now quiet! They're about to announce the lottery numbers.
- Miss Hoover: Here are your final report cards. I have nothing left to say to any of you, so if nobody minds, let's just quietly run out the clock.
- Bart: Mrs. Krabappel, if I don't get at least a 'C' average, I can't go to Kamp Krusty!
- Mrs. Krabappel: Have a 'D'-lightful summer.
- Teacher: [when the bells ring] Wait a minute! You didn't learn how World War II ended!
- [The class waits expectantly.]
- Teacher: We won!
- Class: [running out of the building cheering] Yay! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!
- Lisa: So Bart, will you be joining me in the bucolic splendour of Kamp Krusty?
- Bart: You bet. Check out this hand: All aces.
- Lisa: [laughs] A plus! Oh, Bart, why didn't you at least forge plausible grades?
- Bart: Oh...
- Bart: Well, Dad, here's my report card. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.
- Homer: 'A+'!? You don't think much of me, do you, boy?
- Bart: No, sir.
- Homer: You know a 'D' turns into a 'B' so easily. You just got greedy.
- Bart: So I won't get to go to camp?
- Homer: Now, Bart, we made this deal because I thought it would help you get good grades. And you didn't. But why should you pay for my mistake?
- Bart: You mean I can go?
- Homer: Yeah. I didn't want you hangin' around all summer anyway.
- Bart: Oh, Dad! You're the best father a boy could ever have.
- Homer: Thanks, son. Now, you've got little hands ... could you reach under the mower and pull out that skate?
- Bart: Hey, hands off my pickle!
- Homer: I don't see your name on it, boy!
- Bart: No, but-- [licks the pickle]
- Homer: Oh, yeah? [dunks the pickle in his milk] Checkmate!
- Bart: Always thinking two moves ahead.
- Marge: It's our last family dinner for six weeks. But I promised myself I wouldn't cry.
- [The others ignore her and continue to eat.]
- Marge: [crying] Oh, I'm going to miss this.
- Marge: Lisa, watch out for poison ivy. Remember, leaves of three, let it be.
- Homer: Leaves of four, eat some more! [Laughs]
- [The bus departs for Kamp Krusty with the kids on board.]
- Bart: Don't look in my closet! In fact, stay out of my room all together.
- Lisa: If the pets die, don't replace them, I'll know!
- Mr. Black: I'll take any questions you might have ... you? And then, um... one more.
- Milhouse: Can we call you Uncle Blackie?
- Mr. Black: No. Last question.
- [The kids sit around a campfire of burning tires while the camp counselors (the school bullies) supervise.]
- Bart: Don't we get to roast marshmallows?
- Dolph: Shut up and eat your pine cone!
- [At the dock, Lisa hesitates to get into a battered-looking canoe bobbing around in rough waves.]
- Lisa: Uh ... Are you sure that's safe?
- Kearney: Well, it ain't gettin' any safer!
- [The canoe breaks apart and sinks.]
- [At dinnertime.]
- Lisa: You're serving us gruel?
- Dolph: Not quite. This is Krusty Brand Imitation Gruel. Nine out of ten orphans can't tell the difference!
- Lisa: I feel like I'm gonna die, Bart.
- Bart: We're all gonna die, Lis'.
- Lisa: I meant soon.
- Bart: So did I.
- Lisa: [writing home] Dear Mom and Dad, I no longer fear hell, because I've been to Kamp Krusty.
- Marge: [reading Lisa's letter] She complains now, but when we go to pick her up, she won't want to leave.
- Mr. Black: Well, kids, I promised you a little treat in lieu of dinner, and here it is. The man who took an abandoned mule tannery, and turned it into a summer wonderland: Mr. Krusty the Clown!
- [Instead of the real Krusty, it's a disheveled and crudely disguised Barney Gumble.]
- Mr. Black: Now, I must tell you kids Krusty has laryngitis and a bad back, so he won't be saying anything or doing anything.
- Milhouse: Krusty looks fat!
- Lisa: He's really having trouble keeping his balance!
- Ralph: He's still funny, but not ha-ha funny!
- Bart: [angry] That's not Krusty the Clown!!
- [The other kids gasp.]
- Mr. Black: Well, what do you think? I slapped a clown suit on some wino? [laughs nervously]
- Barney: Yeah, Bart, I am so Crunchy the Clown! [belches]
- Bart: All right, that's it! I've been scorched by Krusty before. I got a rapid heartbeat from his Krusty brand vitamins, my Krusty Kalculator didn't have a 7 or an 8, and Krusty's autobiography was self-serving with many glaring omissions. But this time, he's gone too far! WE WANT KRUSTY!
- [The other kids join in and chant with Bart.]
- Bart and Kids: WE WANT KRUSTY! WE WANT KRUSTY!
- Barney: Yeah! We want Crunchy! We want Crunchy!
- [A full-scale revolt breaks out, and Bart frees the fat-camp kids.]
- Bart: My chunky brothers! Gorge yourselves at the trough of freedom!
- [On TV, Kent Brockman reports about the chaos at Kamp Krusty.]
- Kent Brockman: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have been to Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan, and I can say without hyperbole that this is a million times worse than all of them put together. A group of school-aged Spartacuses have taken the camp by force. Three counselors are missing and presumed scared.
- [Kent is about to interview the rebel leader ...]
- Homer: [watching the report about Kamp Krusty on the news] Don't be the boy, don't be the boy...
- Bart: We want the whole world to know that this was a really crappy camp. [covers microphone with his hand] Can I say 'crappy' on TV?
- Kent: Yes, on this network you can.
- [The real Krusty the Clown arrives at camp, but the kids don't believe it's really him.]
- Krusty: I'm no fake! I'm the real Krusty!
- Lisa: Oh, yeah!? Who played your daughter in the short-lived sitcom President Clown?
- Krusty: I don't know her name, but she held up a liquor store last year.
- Bart: Krusty! This camp was a nightmare! They fed us gruel, they forced us to make wallets for export, and one of the campers was eaten by a bear!
- Krusty: Oh, my God!!
- Bart: Well, actually, the bear just ate his hat.
- Krusty: Was it a nice hat?
- Bart: Oh, yeah.
- Krusty: Oh, my God!!
- Krusty: I'm taking you kids to the happiest place on Earth: Tijuana!
- Homer: Marge, am I crazy or is my back getting hairier?
- Otto: All right! Three whole months of Spaghetti-O's and daytime TV!
