Do Over Wingin' It

I hope we don't get the weather you're expecting.

I'm going to Niagara Falls.

They give you a raincoat on the boat.

And pay those jacked-up tourist prices?! Uh-uh.

What are you hiding under there?

-Nothing.

-Becky.

Take those off, you're not going to fit on the bus!

But I might go over the Falls, Mom.

I'll hold your hand the whole time, you'll be OK.

What if you have to scratch your nose?

-That's why I've got a spare hand.

-OK.

I'll take off the vest, but I'm leaving on the water wings.

Where are my duck boots?

Snooze button's stuck,

I fell asleep with a peanut butter sandwich.

Why were you eating in bed?

Nervous eating.

I was prepping for a presentation. I'm not good in front of groups.

You're not even good in front of a mirror.

You'll be fine! You always somehow magically do OK.

Becky, we're leaving!

-So what are the chocolates for?

-Those chocolates are my last hope.

More nervous eating?

No. It's an old trick. Give out treats and win over the crowd.

Plus, my presentation's on Laura Secord.

And that's a no to the dinghy.

We can tie it to the roof rack.

# 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. #

If you want, I can use some magic.

No, no, no. I can do this.

I can change the class into something.

Just turn them all into geese. It's easy to impress geese.

-All right.

-No, no, no!

It was a joke. I'm good.

Hey, Carl, you ready for the presentation?

Wow...not as ready as you are.

Yeah, my mom and I were up all night sewing it.

In 1813, Laura Secord walked a whole day

to warn the troops they were about to be attacked.

100 years later, they named chocolates after her.

You'd think they would have named shoes after her instead.

Between my chocolates and your dress,

-we might be able to pull this off.

-I hope so.

Yeah. You should have worn a dress.

Ha-ha(!)

Save me a chocolate.

I never know whether to bring my big briefcase and pack lightly or my

-little briefcase and cram it full.

-What about your medium-sized one?

I don't like that one. The zipper gets stuck. And you know why.

You're the one who wanted to play hide-and-seek.

Next time, pull in your tail. It's a giveaway.

Well, enjoy your vacation, sir.

I wish. It's work. There's an angel-in-training in Egypt

who turned the pyramids into cubes.

I have until morning until anyone notices.

Ooh! Can I go with you? I love King Tut!

HE HUMS TUNE TO "KING TUT"

-Stop that.

-But it's infectious.

-Well, so are you.

You stay here and make sure Porter and Carl don't get into trouble.

-Is that something you can manage?

-No need to worry!

I'll stay on top of them like they were a pile of garbage.

OK.

Ah! Large and in charge!

I forgot my halo.

-Keep your paws off my desk.

-Yes, sir. Paws off desk.

Oh! My lunch.

I was hoping he was going to leave that.

Laura Secord's husband was injured at the Battle Of, er...

At the Battle Of Queenston Heights.

You're supposed to know this, Montclaire!

-Are you sure you're ready?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

-Are you sure you... you're ready, Jane?

-Ha!

CRACK! I live for this.

OK, class. Let's get this show on the road.

Uh, Carl, Jane, come on up.

-Oh!

-(Get over here!)

Yeah. OK.

SNORING

-CLASS LAUGHS

-Thanks, Carl!

You did not just do that!

Haven't you heard of the three-second rule?

And because of Laura Secord's valiant effort, victory was ensured

and now I'll turn to Carl.

Oh, um, OK... Well, um...

Armed with this...new information, the Americans...

Wait, sorry - the British!

-MIMICS ENGLISH ACCENT:

-The British.

THEY GROAN

The British.... A-hem, sorry! The British, um, led their attack here.

There.

And as I... Oh!

Oh, what have you done?!

My carnations!

It was an accident!

Where was the Battle Of Queenston Heights?

Oh! That would be, um...

RIP!

Oh! Carl!

Oh!

I'm sorry.

Ha-ha! Yeah!

What was in those chocolates?

I'm guessing peanut?

I'm allergic to peanuts.

Huh?

-BELL RINGS

-Look, Jane, Jane...

-What?!

I am so sorry. I was nervous and I tripped...

What were you thinking?! MIMICS CARL: "The British?"

"The British?!"

Hey, how'd it go?

Like everything does when Carl's involved.

Once, Carl's science project was a baking soda volcano.

The fire department had to clear a five-block radius around the school

and we spent the rest of the year in a portable.

And look at my dress! Ugh!

I'll take you to the nurse's office, Alex.

This is truly the worst day of my life!

I wrecked the presentation, Jane hates me and I almost killed Alex!

And it's only ten o'clock! I wish I could do that class all over again.

Hey, Carl. You ready for the presentation?

Where did you...? But didn't we just...?

Are you sure you're ready? The class is about to start.

Yeah, of course.

OK. See you in there!

I don't get it, Porter. What the heck just happened?

I turned time back by one hour. You've got a do over.

I have a second chance to nail the presentation?!

-Yeah.

-You're good, you're good!

How's this for an encore?

-BELL RINGS

-Awesome!

This time I'm not going to go down in history.

Ah, Porter does it again.

OK, class. Let's get this show on the road.

Carl, Jane, come up.

SNORING

Excuse me, Sleeping Beauty.

Armed with the information provided by Laura Secord and the natives,

the British forces...

..led by FitzGibbon, captured most of the opposing forces

and that happened...here. Beautiful carnations, Mrs Lennox.

-Thank you, Carl.

-Now we'll open the floor to questions.

-Alex.

-What was the name of the battle?

The Battle Of Beaver Dams, of course.

-ALL:

-Ooh!

-What does everybody say to some chocolate?

Oh, thanks!

-You'll want to avoid that one, Alex.

-Thanks, Carl.

That was the greatest presentation ever!

Some day kids'll give presentations on our presentation!

That was the best history presentation ever.

I'm going to fail so I can see it again next year.

I'm going to go change into something less 1800s.

See you after science.

Porter, that presentation went great...thanks to your do over.

-No probs.

-I just went from the worst presentation of my life to the best.

-Hey, Carl!

-Whoa!

-Ready for the presentation?

Uh, what? We just did it.

Yeah(!) You wish!

Nine o'clock?!

I must have botched the angel magic.

Dr Cassabi warned me not to try time shifting until I was a full angel.

What?! If you knew you could mess it up, why did you do it?

Because you said this was the worst day of your life...

and I thought I could pull it off.

Just don't sweat it -

go and do the presentation again while I figure out what went wrong.

All right. Well, I guess there's always room for improvement.

BELL RINGS

I wish I'd taken better notes.

Every angel textbook has a list

of magic you shouldn't do until you're a full angel.

Oh... I should have read this a long time ago!

You shouldn't do good-hair-day magic.

I've been doing that one for years.

You shouldn't do perfect-smile magic.

I don't need to!

OK, great. Does it come in extra-small?

Right, I'll take three of them.

No, I don't have a credit card.

Don't you realise who you're talking to?!

HANGS UP Hello?

-Hey, Porter! In case you're wondering why I'm all spiffied up...

-I'm not.

-Where's Dr Cassabi?

-Do you have an appointment?

I don't need one. Where's Dr Cassabi?

You don't need to know where Dr Cassabi is,

just that he put ME in charge and on that note,

why don't you fetch your new boss a rancid sandwich

and a glass of toilet water to wash it down with.

-Uh, no!

-This is mutiny!

Anti-minionism! And I won't stand for it!

All right, I've got to go. Tell Dr Cassabi I stopped by.

Yeah, sure. I'll tell him you stopped by...

not!

BELL RINGS

Porter, please tell me you fixed the time loop.

I've gone over the calculations and it's safe to say that...

Hey, Carl! You ready for the presentation?

Yeah, Jane. Be right in.

Just tell me you have this figured out.

Just keep knocking it out of the park

and I'll have this fixed in no time.

-BELL RINGS

-Hurry up, OK? I'm getting hungry for lunch.

All right, is it this?

Hmm, no. I think I'm on the wrong chapter. What page is it?

-Hey, there!

-Huh? Oh...

-What's up with you?

-Good news -

I managed to create a time loop.

That's not good news!

-I was hoping you didn't know that.

-What are you talking about?!

An angel in training is not qualified to do time magic!

Oh, he's going to have my hide...

and my bow tie.

Actually, it's his bow tie.

Stop worrying about yourself and help me figure this out.

Right... Go to page 487 -

Magical Mistakes And Chronological Conundrums.

Funny you'd know that off by heart.

I have been reading that since we got the Gutenberg edition.

What page is Ridiculous Raccoons on?

386.

Beaver Dam.

Canadian allies.

Down the hall and to your left.

I can't find anything on chronological conundrums.

Try Temporal Trip-ups, page 178.

OK and take those glasses off - you look ridiculous.

No, you're the one who looks all warped and blurry!

-Yeah?

-Oh, that's better.

Whoa!

It's almost 10.00 - got to go!

OK.

This is the seventh time - seven straight hours!

I should be home playing video games by now.

Hey, Carl! Ready for the presentation?

Yeah, come on - let's go!

The cool thing about the battle

was how the Canadian troops stopped the US troops...

Oh, come on! Again?!

There's nothing in paragraph 23, section 47. Are you even listening?

-Quit fussing with that stupid vest.

-You're just jealous, Porter.

I think it gives me a certain air of authority.

I think it's giving Dr Cassabi's vest a certain air of dumpster.

Yeah, you got a point. Would you mind magic-ing this stink away?

BELL RINGS

Sorry. Got to go, Dennis.

(I'm losing my voice.)

Here - hydrate!

I'm going to need an intravenous drip next time.

Ah! J...

BELL RINGS

OK, class. Let's get this show on the road. Carl, Jane, come up.

This is never going to end.

I'm just going to keep doing this stupid presentation

again and again and again.

-Aw, it doesn't matter what I say or do!

-Carl!

Mmm, salad!

I'm eating a plant, but it doesn't matter. Nothing matters!

-He's gone wild.

-Yeah, that's not even a salad!

I've gone wild! I've gone wild like a wild cat!

Ooh! ST-RIKE-AH!

A little taste of your own medicine. That's right - get mad!

It doesn't matter! Go ahead!

Ha! What are you looking at, Alex? You'll eat anything!

He used to eat boogers and glue.

He used to glue smaller boogers together and eat those!

You swore you'd never tell and it was your glue stick!

That chocolate you're eating has peanuts in it!

-Mr Montclaire, go to the Principal's office immediately.

-No problem!

-BUZZ!

-Hey, Principal Malone.

Clear your schedule - I'm coming down for a visit.

Oh, I almost forgot... One piece for you, one for you.

It's a puzzle - see if you can figure it out.

We are going to be on this merry-go-round forever!

Ha-ha! Whoo! By the way...

See you all soon! Whoo!

-BELL RINGS

-Five, four, three, two, one and...

I can't believe you! I spent all night working on this poster!

And it only took me a second to make it into two posters.

-Which of us is more efficient?

-Ugh!

After school, we'll see what a dumb guy does to a smart mouth

and by smart mouth, I mean you

and by dumb guy, I mean me.

Sure, sure - looking forward to it(!)

I'm giving you an F on your project.

Won't be an F for long, Mrs L!

-HE SIGHS

-I fixed the time loop!

# Say what?! #

-What?

-It wasn't that hard.

Dennis would tell you that he helped out, but you know how he is.

-Ha! No, no, no, no, no, no.

-Yeah!

No more jumping back to first period.

Nothing but sunny days ahead. I'll take my thank you...now.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

Ugh!

Serge doesn't seem too happy.

Course not! I drilled him in the head with a wad of paper,

made fun of my class and ruined the presentation.

Hey, Montclaire!

End of the day...

end of the you.

End of the you?! His jokes!

How can you be so cool about this?

A - he's not mad at me. B - it's what I do.

Hey, Serge. Have a good lunch?

Great - beef, pork, chicken, lamb sandwich.

-All in one sandwich, huh?

-Like a boxer before a fight -

power up with protein!

you know what would be good for dessert? Sweet forgiveness.

-Why?

-Carl's had a really bad day - that whole history class thing...

Oh, yeah - that's what I'm mad at him about!

I can't believe a tough guy like you

would pummel Carl for throwing paper at you. It couldn't have hurt.

Hurt on the inside, Porter. More than anyone could know.

Thanks for reminding me -

now I know why I'm going to teach him a lesson after school.

Thanks, Porter. Good talk.

-Hi, Mom.

-HE COUGHS

I'm feeling pretty sick. I need you to come get me right away.

Oh, honey, I can't, but I'll be home tonight to make you some soup.

No, Becky! Don't put the souvenir pin on your water...

< BANG! PFFF! ..wing.

-I've got to go, Carl.

-'No, no, Mom!'

Becky!

-Jane!

-Suck an egg!

-No, no. I am SO sorry about the presentation!

I didn't mean to screw it up.

Distracted by the voices in your head?

I'm your friend. I never meant to get you a bad grade.

What bad grade? Mrs Lennox gave me an A+.

It's school policy to give an A+

to anyone whose assignment partner goes berserk mid-presentation.

Oh, so...we're OK?

Yes, I forgive you.

Thanks. Remember me the way I am right now.

You mean alive? Seriously, how are you going to get out of this mess?

I figure I could talk my way out of this

once everyone sees how sincerely sorry I am.

If that doesn't work, I still have chocolates left.

It was nice knowing you.

Where'd he go?

Egypt and it's lucky for us. If he was here, he'd be going ballistic!

I've seen it happen.

This vein thing starts popping out of his neck.

-It's not pretty.

-You have to help me, Porter -

erase everyone's memory, make me invisible, anything!

No, no, - we just got you out of this loop!

I don't see how we can get out of this without using magic.

Still a no.

Really bad idea.

Well, how about this then?

Let's call Dr Cassabi and ask him.

No, no - let's not call Dr Cassabi and bother him on his...

vacation? Yeah, yeah, that's it.

All right, um, magic time it is!

If you think you've still got one more miracle in you.

Yeah, let's give it a go.

I'm going to send you back in time.

Aargh!

Huh!

# Oh, no! #

Porter? Porter?

Where'd he go?

I have no idea.

Oh, I'm so dead...

but at least I'm not you!

Even you, Mrs Lennox?

Even me, Carl.

OK, just form a line and I'll give everybody a personal apology

and a chocolate,

although it's mostly cream fill.

Fun and games time is over. It's time for some...

fun and games.

Uh, OK...

Oh! Not good!

Not good! I've got to think of something. Come on, Dennis!

There's got to be something I can do.

I... Oh! Oh! A-hem!

LOOK OUT, EVERYBODY! RABID RACCOON!

Aaargh! Bluergh! Waaah!

Argh! Argh! Oh!

Grr! Bleurgh! Aaargh!

Rargh! Raaaah!

RAAARGH!

Get off me! What are you doing?

(Now's your chance! Take me out - they'll be afraid of you!)

What are you talk...? Oh! I got you!

-I'm just making it look real.

-I'll show you real!

Ow! Ow!

OK, too real! Too real! Ow! Ow! Ow!

What the...?

Whoa! Hey! Ugh! Oh!

Aaaaaaargh!

So, where were we?

We were, uh, just about to

forget everything that happened, right everyone?

No, please, just don't go, guys.

The reason I came down here was to tell you how sorry I am.

No matter what mood I was in,

there's no excuse for what I said and did.

Dennis saves the day!

I get back to my office from Egypt,

I look out the window and what do I see?

Carl wrestling you in front of a crowd.

Porter is nowhere in sight. Would you mind explaining?

Uh, you...left me in charge, Dr Cassabi and well...

I really think that was your first mistake.

I'm sorry, Mrs Lennox. Sorry, Serge. Sorry to everyone in that class.

All I want is a second chance.

All I want is...

a do over.

I never realised how hard it was to fill your shoes, sir.

-I'm never leaving you in charge again.

-Understood.

-It's only fair.

-And I'll need my tie back.

-Yes, sir.

-Dry cleaned.

-Pressed and folded, got it!

I think I know where Porter might be.

Tiberius speaks lies about Caesar!

Man, I had them going,

though I've got to admit, it's nice seeing you.

I'm sure and no more time magic.

Promise, not even when I'm a full angel.

I could take over for him. What do you think?

Thank you, Mrs Lennox.

Thank you, Carl.

OK, Jane, Mrs Lennox, let's do this one more time.

Laura Secord started her journey many, many years ago.

She's more than just a chocolate.

All right... Sorry, my fault!

I don't have a mic on. Is that OK?

Oh, yeah! Ha!

Oh! Ooh! You filthy animal!

Ow! How does that happen?

Sucker! Ha ha!

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