School Spirit Wingin' It

Those brownies for me, Mom?

Not so fast, you can take some from the pile that didn't make the cut.

Make the cut for what, Mrs M?

The Bennett High Bake Sale. I'm helping out,

the Science department wants a Van de Graaff generator.

I love Van de Graaff, and his generator!

By 'helping out', you mean dropping these off and going to work, right?

No, by 'helping out' I mean I'll be running the whole thing.

Won't this be a fun few days?

We can have lunch together!

Oh, man! Having your mom at school is more embarrassing

than when Alex wore his underwear on the outside.

Hey! What are you, a superhero?

I didn't want anyone to notice I got a rip in the seat of my pants.

I gotta remember that!

# Let's give it one more shot

# Let's give it everything we've got

# Cos if we get it right

# We will surely conquer the world

# Hey! I've got my wings

# From an angel

# Now we're wingin' it all the time

# I'm giving wings to an angel

# Always an angel

# Now we've got to learn to fly. #

Hi, Carl!

You could just buy everything, that would end the misery.

-This is the worst.

-At least you don't get dropped off at school

by my dad in his work clothes.

-Thanks for the ride, Dad.

-You have yourself a good day,

-little darlin'.

-Love ya.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

It's like parents just get a licence to embarrass their kids.

Guys, it can't possibly be that bad having a parent around school.

Easy for you to say, Porter. Your parents are...wait, where are they?

Uh...

-Vancouver.

-Yeah.

-The 'Couv.

Van-groovy.

-Uh...they love whale-watching.

-Yeah. Orcas, to be precise.

Out of my way, comin' through!

Ten cent crispy squares.

Do not follow me. I do not wish to be found.

Don't you look handsome today, Carl?

-Aren't you glad I bought you that shirt?

-What? You didn't buy this.

You're right. I bought it for myself, but it was too small.

-I think

-I

-have that shirt.

It should be tucked in...

Stop it.

I don't even know you!

I don't even know her.

Who's the girl, Carl? She is vibing you.

-Please, stop.

-Sorry.

-Please.

-Little loud, huh?

-Yeah.

Angela, you are too cruel!

If I keep eating your brownies, I'll be the size of a house!

Time to add another room!

Carl, you got a little dirt on your cheek there...

Oh, you missed some, let me get that.

Thanks, Miss Lennox.

You call me Greta, OK? That's not my first name, it's my middle name.

-Do you like it?

-I love it!

-I love this recipe.

-You should, it's yours!

-Really?

-Yeah...

Are your mom and Miss Lennox getting friendly? That's a little weird.

I can see my future now.

Come on, Carl, we're about to start the movie. It's your favourite!

Sisterhood of the Travelling Nuns of Endearment.

You better tissue me up!

Don't forget, you owe me a foot massage.

Oh, that sounds interesting!

Could you bring over my purse, little man?

Little man?

LAUGHTER

Little man is coming over!

Hey, this yours, little man?

Just how little are you, little man?

Are you smaller than a mouse, or an ant, or an atom?

Are you smaller than an atom?

What's smaller than an atom, is that even possible?

-Where'd you go? Where'd you go? I can't see you!

-Thanks!

I made a funny. Hey!

-Did you see that, Porter?

-Yeah, I saw that.

-That was not good.

-By the time my mom is finished

with the bake sale, I'll be less popular than a wet sock.

You're right. I've done a lot of work

to move your popularity a few steps forward.

In one day, your mom knocked it back 100 steps.

I mean, look at that shirt!

Thanks.

I'd give anything not to be Angela Montclaire's son

for the rest of the week.

-That's perfect!

-What is?

One not-Angela's-son-spell coming right up.

-Yeah, yeah, go for it.

-OK.

I don't know, Dennis. A restaurant that only serves bananas?

I don't think that would work.

I got the name for it and everything. The Bananaria.

Whoa!

Freaky-doodle!

Porter! What has he done this time?

Dennis, could you...?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, go see what Porter and Carl are up to.

Don't steal my Bananaria idea, OK?

I haven't had a chance to copyright it yet!

-Dennis...

-Kids meals with banana-themed toys

like Banansformers!

Dennis! Get out of here!

Oh, OK.

Carl?

Where did you go, Carl? Did I make you tiny?

Did I turn you into an amoeba?

Aww, did I send you to Peru again?

I'm standing right here!

You messing with me?

Oh, man, this isn't good. I lost Carl!

No, no, you didn't! No lost Carl, no lost Carl. I'm found Carl!

Found Carl!

That was weird.

Thank goodness. Mom, can you see me?

-Miss Montclaire, you haven't seen Carl, have you?

-Who's Carl?

BOTH: Uh, your son!

Are you feeling OK?

-Porter, you know my son is Alex Montclaire!

-Hey, Porter.

Alex Montclaire?!

How are the brownies, little man?

Brownie-tastic, Mom!

Aww!

That's MY mom! And MY brownie!

And MY life.

Porter, look at what your angel magic has done! Alex is my mom's son!

It's kinda like my brother, but not.

-Why can't anyone hear or see me? Why am I talking like you can?

-Hey, Jane.

-Whoa!

-Never mind, "Whoa,"

she warrants a double "Whoa!" with a side of "Ay-yi-yai!"

Hey, Porter. Have you seen what they're serving in the cafeteria?

It is so gross. It looks like oatmeal with Alfredo sauce.

You haven't seen Carl, have you?

Carl, umm...

I'm standing right here, so obviously, she hasn't!

How do you spell that? Is that like 'car' with an L at the end?

K-A-R... I have never heard of Kar-el.

Anyway, see you later, alligator. In a while, crocodile.

Wait, don't I say the second part?

What-evs.

OK, that was not Jane!

I mean, it was Jane, but it wasn't Jane. And Alex!

Alex is practically me!

-It's like I never existed!

-Maybe I should run away.

To the moon? I heard the lunar cycle is nice this time of year.

Pretty good for golfing, too.

Don't you dare, Porter! Don't you run away!

You gotta fix this!

Hey, Sergina.

It's your turn to help with the recylce-a-thon after school.

Sure, Brittany. But we don't have to carry things, do we?

I don't want to break a naily-nail.

You can work the sign-up sheet.

You got it, Brit. I'll heart the Is and smiley-face the periods.

This is just too weird!

I couldn't agree with your more, bud. This is quite the big tickle.

You can see me and hear me?

You bet.

I'm a teenager from Mars, and you have three seconds, Daddy-O.

-One...two...

-Argh!

-Right behind you!

-Argh!

Hold your horses! I'm just razzin' your berries.

So you're not an alien?

Nah, that teenage Martian shtick is something I stole from the drive-in.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Whup! Ha-ha! For real this time.

Whup! Ha-ha-ha!

I'm Lou, I'm an angel in training like your buddy, Porter.

If you're an AIT,

can you please explain to me what the heck is going on?

We're both stuck in a shadow dimension, ding-a-ling.

We're stuck here and they're back in what used to be YOUR world.

Shadow dimension?! Stuck?!

You're not going to repeat every word I say, are you?

Man, how could your AIT goof his magic so badly?

Yeah, that's Porter for you.

When he made it so you weren't your mom's son,

that means you never existed in that world.

And as you can see, without you in it, the world is a lot different.

Sergina or Serge? Which version do you like better?

Personally, I think he has the calves for that outfit.

He seems surprisingly calm about all this.

His knees are way too bony to pull off that look.

60 years ago, I was sent down to Earth for my training.

What was your task?

All I had to do was save someone's life.

But I didn't get a chance!

On my first miracle, I messed up and I found myself stuck here.

What miracle?

Oh, I don't want to say.

We're in this together!

I magiced a giant ball of cotton candy for myself,

and, in doing that, I found myself stuck here.

So there's no way out of here?

If I was a full angel, I'd have all my powers

and I could navigate my way out of this shadow dimension,

but that ain't happening any time soon.

Even in a shadow dimension, Mrs Lennox is the exact same.

Which is sayin' something.

I didn't say anything, who's there?

She heard us!

Yes, I heard you. What are you? Are you some ghostly spirits?

Give me a sign!

There you are, Porter.

-You look worried.

-I'm not worried. I never worry.

Sure you do. Remember when you turned Carl into a goose

and he migrated south for the winter? You were worried then.

-Come on, you can tell me what's going on.

-No.

-Yes.

-No.

-Yes!

-No!

-Please?

Fine!

I made Carl disappear!

Oh, that's all... What?! And let me rephrase that by saying...WHAT?!

Dr Cassabi is going to go nuts when he finds out about this!

I'm outta here. It was nice knowin' ya.

Say it again, spirits!

I am listening!

Spirits, I hear you!

You OK, Miss Lennox?

Porter, you may not know this, but ever since I was young,

I've had what my mother called a gift, my father called it annoying.

I can hear spirits! And they're here, right now!

OK. Who's here, Miss Lennox?

Right, let me try something here, Lou.

Knock yourself out, Daddy-O!

It's Carl! Don't you call anyone by their real names?

What are you? The mayor of Boringville?

There are two spirits, Porter,

and one is known as Carl, the mayor of Boringville.

Wait, did you just say Carl?

Yes. It's Carl Montclaire!

-Yes, Carl Montclaire.

-Carl, you're here?!

Yes, I'm here!

Yes, the spirit of Carl is here!

Porter, if an angel in training fails their assignment,

they can't come back to try again for 1,000 years.

And you can add a heavy suspension on to that 1,000 years

if you've made your human disappear!

-Dennis ratted me out.

-More like racooned you out.

And your ruined my lunch at Flannigan's Fish Buffet!

The truth is, I made Carl invisible or something

and the only person who can hear him is Miss Lennox.

She's talking to him right now.

Mrs Lennox, huh?

..Mrs Lennox.

Mrs Lennox!

I didn't see you standing there, watching me appear out of thin air!

Oh, boy, that's not good!

What in the world is going on today?

We don't have time to fully explain, but here's the long and short of it.

Porter and I are angels.

What you think is a ghost

is our current angel assignment, Carl Montclaire.

Oh. Well, I knew there was something special about you, Dr Cassabi.

I didn't mean to make Carl disappear, Dr Cassabi.

I just threw a spell at him that made him not Angela's son.

Porter, come on, think about it!

Forget the suspension,

altering reality is grounds for permanent dismissal

since an AIT went missing in the 1950s.

Dr Cassabi's talking about me! Told you I was legit, Carl!

Lou is here again! I hear you, girl spirit!

Lou? Mrs Lennox, are you telling me Carl is with Lou,

the AIT we've been searching for for over 60 years?

-Tell him yes!

-Yes!

Although I barely understood a word you just said, Dr Cassabi!

Porter, getting Lou back could be the biggest thing to ever happen

-in the history of angel training!

-Great! How can we save them?

-I have no idea!

-Ha-ha-ha!

This is so exciting! Do you guys do this every day?

Dr Cassabi, if Miss Lennox knows you're an angel,

your cover is blown!

The Angel in Training Commission is going to have you suspended!

We have bigger issues than that right now, Dennis.

Make sure you stay in stealth mode.

Having her see a racoon that can talk might put her over the edge.

Well, it was nice knowing ya!

Send me a postcard from whatever lousy job they give you after this!

Are you speaking to spirits, Dr Cassabi?

Do you have the gift as well?

I guess you could say I dabble.

Dabble? Hmm.

Ahem...

-Carl?

-Mrs Lennox, tell him we're more to the left.

They're more to the left.

Ah.

-Sorry, my left, his right.

-His left, your right, Dr Cassabi.

-Right.

-More.

-A little more.

-That's it.

-That's it, freeze. No-one moves.

OK, you need to look for something that could be a dimensional gateway.

Like a giant swirling whirlpool,

or a vortex of smoke and lightning, perhaps.

Whirlpool, vortex, something weird.

Got it, doc, see ya soon!

Other than that, how is everything?

What are they saying?

Oh! Oh, they've gone to look for the gateway.

I'm sorry, I must have zoned out for a second!

I could really use a cup of tea.

Here you go, my lady. Cup of tea!

Oh, my...

Dennis!

Heh-heh!

So, how does each angel in training get their assignment?

Everyone is given a challenge

that will help make them the best angel possible.

Basically, you get what you need.

This school is huge, how are we going to find the portal in time?

Leave it to me. Now that I know what to look for, this will be a synch!

Don't move, Carl!

Wow, look at her go!

Shoelace!

She should be on the track team!

Found the portal!

That was awesome!

It was never there before, it must have appeared after you came here.

Well, follow me!

I wish I'd known you were angels months ago, this is so much fun!

Whoa, Dr Cassabi, you brought in Galligus?

And Lockwood. You didn't think I'd do this

without a couple of heavy-hitters, did you?

So this portal between the dimensions, is it like a tunnel?

Exactly, and now we know where the other side is, we can open it up.

There's the portal!

It's spinning clockwise!

Which makes sense, as we are in the Northern Hemisphere.

Are you nervous? My teeth feel funny,

and that only happens when I'm nervous.

Should I lie to make you feel better?

-I thought angels couldn't lie.

-Yup, you're right there.

It's been awesome hangin' out with you.

It will be more awesome when we get out of here.

I'm just hoping I get the chance to be an AIT.

Or at least the chance to update my outfit!

Dimensional portals are very fragile!

It'll start to collapse the minute we start to tamper with it!

And then it will close completely. Forever!

Thank you, Galligus. No pressure.

Mrs Lennox, this is dangerous. You might want to step aside.

-I could get goggles from the science lab!

-There's no time.

I still don't see why you told Miss Lennox we're angels, Dr Cassabi.

I won't tell anyone!

Yes, that's going to cost you, Cassabi!

It's a risk I had to take.

Now, let's do this, time is of the essence!

OK, I can see them! Dr Cassabi looks so sweaty.

He always wears too many layers.

Keep your magic focused near the edge of the portal.

I think we're making progress.

Yeah, I can see them!

-You first, Carl!

-No, you first, Lou!

Well, one of us is going to have to stop being so polite!

I can't stop being polite, my mom raised me well!

At least the mom I had before.

Let's do this together.

-You've got to give it your magic too, Porter.

-OK.

Uh! Why is it getting smaller?

The portal's too small, it's not holding!

You've got to get out of here, Mrs Lennox!

I could go grade papers!

There's not enough room for the both of us to get through!

We'll go one at a time, all right?

You go first, Lou.

What are you doing?!

-It's the only way!

-No!

No, no, no! Don't do...

-NO!

-Carl!

Carl, it's so good to see you again, buddy!

Lou.

I'm sorry, Carl.

But... But can we go back for her?

No, that shadow dimension is closed off forever.

I know I've been gone a while,

but when has staring at the wall become all the rage?

Lou, you made it through!

How did Lou get back, Dr Cassabi?

Er... Do you think?

-It is possible.

-I think Lou's noble action

of returning Carl to his former existence was essentially

-saving Carl's life.

-And in doing so,

Lou has fulfilled the requirements for an angel in training.

She's earned her angel wings!

And as a full angel, I have the ability to transport myself

between dimensions.

I did it, Carl, I'm finally a full angel!

-Ha-ha-ha!

-Congratulations, Lou, you earned it.

And I finally got my new threads...

or, as I can now say,

my new clothing.

When will I see you again?

You won't.

Come, my dear, we have a lot to discuss.

So, Dr Cassabi, here's Carl,

safe and sound. Does this mean I'm not expelled

from the angel training programme?

-Well, we may as well keep you around for a little while longer.

-Yes!

I'm getting used to your shenanigans. It keeps me on my game.

And I'm finally getting used to your cologne!

-Oh, hey, little man.

-That's my name, Serge, don't wear it out.

That's not your name, Carl's your name.

Always with the mind games, Montclaire.

-Hey, Brittany!

-Hey, Porter!

Ah, Brittany completely ignored me, that's back to normal.

-Oh, gee, Alex!

-Hey, Carl!

We made enough money to get that Van de Graaff generator,

another useless machine for the Science department.

Do you guys know how happy I am to see you right now?

I can try and guess.

Oh, I forgot about her! What are we going to do about this?

-Er...

-Ah, Dr Cassabi, a little late for hall duty, aren't you?

I have been waiting for you to relieve me for over 20 minutes.

I'm so sorry, Mrs Lennox, I won't let that happen again.

Good.

Wait, what just happened, Dr Cassabi?

Did she not remember that we're angels?

Well, that's why I wasn't overly concerned, Porter.

When we got Carl back to OUR dimension,

it re-set everything to the way it was,

so all the stuff from the shadow dimension never happened.

-You see, that's why you're the doctor and I'm the student.

-Ha-ha!

Oh, Mom!

My mom.

Oh, wow!

What a nice reception, Carl. Are you trying to mooch

some of these extra baked goods from me?

Your friends are watching, Carl,

you might want to try to LOOK cool here.

Oh, cool-schmool!

-Ugh!

-Ah, see you at home, Becky.

There's something seriously wrong with him!

-Can't you get him evaluated?

-Some day, I'm going to be just like Lou.

I'll get my wings and become a full angel. But maybe not some day soon.

Yeah, you have a lot of work ahead of you, Porter.

But that suits me just fine.

Hey, guys, you want to go to Momma B's?

-Yeah, sure.

-I'll come.

-Hey, that's where we're going.

-We're going there first.

-Yeah.

Apparently, they're naming a slice after me.

Don't steal my Bananaria idea.

Pah...

Sorry, I just swallowed a fly!

LAUGHTER

Would you like a...?

Ha-ha!

Thanks, Mrs Lennox!

Oh, call me Greta.