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Maybe I push things a little bit too much in my latest quest to reach the top in pranking.
It all began innocently enough, but then doesn't it always?
Moron!
While I'm waiting for a big prank to come along,
I have to keep this secret.
I keep things going with little pranks, just to keep myself fresh.
The old plastic spider. Good one, Andy.
I'm sick of that dweeb, Mom.
He's always doing his stupid little pranks.
Come on, Jen. Can't you take a little morning joke?
Andy!
This is my magazine-o-rama extravaganza.
It's not a big prank, more of the peripheral prank variety.
All you need are some magazines and some bogus address stickers.
Mom! There are ants in my underwear drawer!
And now I have to get to school early for a change.
Occasionally, the artful prankster must make sacrifices.
Mr. DeRosa will love having his staff know about his subscription to Rap Dance Moves Quarterly.
But Mr. Hutchins shouldn't feel too smug.
What with his fascination with...
Popular Cake Decorating Magazine.
Peter Lick.
East Gackle, Alberta.
Toy Doll Digest.
And Andrew Leach.
Ballet Journal.
Just when you think you know somebody.
But here's the cherry on top of the cake.
I've put my own name and address on Save the Baby Whale's monthly magazine.
It'll help reveal my soft, sensitive side to Lori.
And every other girl who sees it in the water.
Mushroom.
I've got Lori hooked up to see me every day after school for the next two weeks.
Whoa! How did you swing that?
We're working together on the dinosaur project.
Tomorrow is the archaeology field trip.
The Brontosaurus only had one mate for life.
The Allosaurus liked long, romantic walks on cool summer evenings.
The Adaphosaurus always closed its eyes.
When it kissed.
The Brachiosaurus used to curl up in front of a fire with its partner.
And listen to Leonard Cohen records.
She's gonna be glued to my side as we exchange deep, passionate paleontology insights.
Hey, Lick.
Heard you got a toy doll collection.
What?
Do not!
Toy dolls.
That's, you know, funny.
I wouldn't laugh, Leach.
I heard you subscribe to Ballet Journal.
Huh?
Bet you look cute in a tutu.
You started early this morning.
Here are the results on your archaeology tests.
An A!
B plus!
A minus!
A B plus! Right on!
An F!
All right!
Hey! A C!
I got a C minus!
This'll really boost my, you know, average.
There's gotta be some mistake.
No mistake.
You had only two correct answers.
In all my years of teaching, I've never seen that on a multiple-choice test.
Unbelievable!
Way to go, Leach!
What a moron!
Lick and Leach did better than me?
I think I made a serious miscalculation.
I found the answers to Mr. Hutchins' archaeology test on the computer in the library.
All quite accidentally.
Once I figured out the password.
But it must have been last year's test.
Even so, how is it possible to do worse than Lick and Leach?
Oh, come in, Professor. Come in.
Class, I'd like you to meet Professor Livingston.
It is his archaeological site we will be visiting.
I'm sure they'll be more enthusiastic tomorrow.
Oh, why should they be any different from everyone else?
People have had their fill of all the dinosaur hype over the last number of years.
I can't even get the newspaper's attention anymore.
What you need is a hot mug of cocoa.
Only two right.
Even if you had answered C to all the questions, you would have got, on average, 25% correct.
He should have copied off of Lick.
Ouch. That must hurt.
Yes, Danny, it is humiliating.
But right now, all I really care about is that I get to do the dinosaur project with Laurie for two glorious weeks after school.
Oh, Andy.
I'm going to do the dinosaur project with Jervis.
Jervis?
I can't possibly work with someone who did worse on a test than Lick and Leach.
It could bring my average way down and maybe even knock me off the honor roll.
Sorry.
Cheer up. I'll team up with you.
Thanks, but no. Remember our rule, Danny.
We only team up with hard-working brainies.
Not only me, but naive kids on projects.
Hey! What the...
Not bad.
Thanks. It helps ease the pain of Laurie rejecting me for screwing up that dumb test.
It's the kid who only got two answers right on a multiple-choice test.
What an idiot!
You know, me and Leach have never done that bad on one of Hutchins' tests.
Yeah, you're like, you know, the dumbest guy in history.
This whole test thing is going to ruin my prankster reputation.
But what really gets me is Laurie thinking I have an IQ of a fossil.
I have to come up with something that makes me look brilliant.
Like what?
I don't know yet, but it has to be the mother of all pranks.
I've got it!
Can you get ointment for it?
This could possibly be the biggest idea I've ever had.
Well, don't keep me in suspenders. What is it?
What if on the field trip tomorrow, I, Andy Larkin, make an amazing discovery?
The greatest archaeological find of the millennium.
Laurie would be begging to do the project with me.
I'd be a hero.
Not a zero.
Wow, sounds ambitious.
But what are you going to find?
A replica of this chicken wing bone.
Aren't dinosaurs supposed to be big?
This bone is going to be a thousand times bigger than it is now.
Meet me at the school library right after school.
You got it.
Forget mother of all pranks.
Make that the mother dinosaur of all pranks.
Okay, ready.
Coordinates are in 3D.
All right.
Enter one centimeter represents 50 centimeters and print.
Beautiful!
Come on, we don't have much time.
This plaster of Paris looks like the real McCoy.
Now let's get this done.
I'm going to get a little bit of work done.
All right.
McCoy, now let's get this out of here.
Grab your end.
Careful, Danny.
Once we're outside, there's no getting back in.
If we ruin this, we're sunk.
Uh-oh, lick and leech.
Quick, around the corner.
No, no, I don't believe it.
Oopsie.
What are we going to do?
We'll have to go to Plan B.
And I know what you're thinking.
What's Plan B?
Right.
What is Plan B?
I don't know yet.
But every prankster knows there's got to be a Plan B.
How could you do so bad on that test?
I want to change my name.
Why didn't you study?
I did study.
I watched Jurassic Parking Lot 2.
Hmm.
Well, actually, it was the video game version.
For your sake, I hope there's a heaven for loser dweebs.
Mom and Dad went to a movie.
And since you were working late at school,
something I find hard to believe,
they left you pizza money on the kitchen table.
Loser!
Did you come up with Plan B yet?
I'd even settle for Plan B-.
Yay, mush!
Just what we need to get our brains working again.
The cook was off tonight, so I made your pizza.
Oh.
Ow!
This crust is seriously overcooked.
A simple thank you would have sufficed.
Mush, you're a culinary genius.
A chef extraordinaire.
Ah, you just seen that.
I think I chipped a tooth.
Time for Plan B.
It's hard as a rock.
Yeah.
Or a fossil.
Good work, Mush.
Now, I need you to do me a small favor.
Man, why do I let you guys talk me into these things?
Relax, Mush.
The dig's just around the corner.
Now, I light some fire and I'll be more than willing to ask for your co injury.
I guess.
You're right, Mush.
You have to excuse me, but I really wanted to ask you to do me a small favor.
I just wanted to give you all a great opportunity.
Which?
That it's breaking news for Fl operer and citation label.
Oh, good job.
You just open your mouth and it here's just Kinder belly.
Hello?
Urgh.
Where's this baby gone?
Tell me where I can find it.
I can't remember.
school at that location.
Briggsley,
grab your camera and let's move.
Let's face it,
the press only believes the opposite of what
you tell them. My discovery will be
front page news. Why are you
looking so self-satisfied?
Are you up to something?
No way, sis.
Yesterday's F and all the humiliation
that came with it was a humbling
experience. I've turned over
a new leaf. No more little pranks.
Only Tyrannosaurus
Rex-sized pranks.
Do these
kids have to be here,
stomping on everything, messing up our site?
I'm just glad someone
still shows an interest. Besides,
any publicity is good publicity.
Mr. DeRosa, welcome to our latest
paleontology project.
Hey, Einstein, careful
you don't get lost.
Me and Leach
were thinking we could tutor you before
the next archaeology test.
They'll laugh on the other side of their faces
when I make the archaeological discovery
of the century.
Lori, I just noticed
a somewhat irregular soil formation
that might indicate some sort of...
irregularity within
the, uh, ground.
Right over here.
My uneducated guess is that
right under here, there could be
some fossilized deposit.
Hey,
there's something here.
Probably just a rock, but...
Oh, it feels even bigger.
I think maybe...
Andy, you found something.
It's a fossil.
Hey, everyone, Andy's found a fossil.
Danny, do you have my fossil brush?
Hmm.
You think this might be from the
Jurassic or Mesozoic era?
Amazing, isn't it, what you can learn
from video games?
Oh, my!
This boat is in excellent condition.
Who made this
astounding discovery?
Andy did.
Well done, my boy.
Do you know some archaeologists don't make a discovery like this
in a whole lifetime of field work?
You may have a gift.
I have a gift, all right.
The gift for being the greatest prankster
in the world. Look out,
Prankster Hall of Fame. Save a corner
for Andy Larkin.
Did you see how
Lori looked at me?
Amazing! Now, uh,
one of you two together, Professor.
Check, please.
And I'd just like to say
that on behalf of young Mr.
Larkin and his amazing discovery,
my institute will contribute
$10,000
to East Gackle's science department.
Way to go!
Yahoo!
These are the moments great pranksters
live for. I am
triumphant!
Tomorrow morning, you are all invited to my
paleontology institute. There,
the fossil will undergo a DNA test
to ascertain its authenticity.
A DNA test?
This is terrible!
The school won't get the $10,000
and DeRosa will kill me!
Not quickly, but slowly.
Detention after detention.
I'm heading back from hero to zero!
I'm doomed!
In less than one hour,
we'll be at the paleontology institute
and I still haven't thought of a way out of this mess.
I'm finished. I may as well just
move the yellow knife.
I have to agree.
There has to be a way to do it.
Try calling the travel agency.
No, I mean, there's got to be a way to pull the wool
over their eyes. I have to
trust the prankster
force.
What if that doesn't work?
Then I check out those flights to Yellowknife
and hope it's not too late to get a window seat.
Way to go, Larkin!
Yeah, brilliant!
Thank you, thank you! I won't forget
you once I'm rich and famous.
I may as well bask in the rays of glory
while I can.
Gee, Andy, to think I would...
I was standing right beside you
when you made the big discovery.
Without you, Laurie, it wouldn't have been
possible. Really?
Wow!
And I know about how you want to save the baby whales.
I do, too.
So, Larkin,
rap dance moves quarterly, huh?
I don't know what you're talking about, sir.
Think up Hill Larkin.
I just wanted to say what a clever gag
it was. Very funny.
You know, I'd be
very upset if you weren't a
joy to have as a student.
Joy to have
as a student? Yuck!
I liked it better when DeRosa hated me.
You may get what you want.
Unless you think
up a brilliant new plan.
So, did you think
of anything? Nope.
I keep drawing a blank.
Eureka!
What do you mean?
I took a shower this morning.
Take a look. They want to do a test on a dinosaur bone?
Well, then they shall do
a test on a dinosaur bone.
Aw, what are you going to do?
What we
are going to do.
Did you get it?
You bet.
That was a perfect diversion
you pulled. That guard really believed you fainted.
I had.
All this stress is getting to me.
Okay.
Okay. Operation Diversion, Part 3.
Whoa!
Is this the computer that reads the
DNA in the dinosaur bone chip?
Well, it ain't a waffle iron.
Is that one of those
new Japanese models?
Nope. We've had that one for
a few years.
Fascinating. Well, Danny,
let's not take up any more of our friend's valuable time.
And now our computer program, using
the dimensions of the bone, will create a
projected reconstruction of the dinosaur.
What this creature would have looked like.
This is impressive.
It resembles the common chicken,
but lizardly, and 40 feet
tall. Does
this prove that chickens once ruled
the Earth?
Ladies and gentlemen, my assistant has
checked our DNA equipment with an authentic
bone chip from one of our existing specimens,
and has confirmed that everything is working
perfectly. I'll now replace
said bone chip with one from
the fossil we discovered yesterday.
Oh no! This is a disaster!
Must stop the DNA
analysis.
I've got to pull the plug on these machines.
Planning to take a bow
all on your own, Larkin?
Not without me, you don't.
The results are in.
This fossil shares DNA with
parmesan cheese
and oregano? What's he talking about?
Wait a moment. There is more information.
The bone is constructed with
pizza dough?
Is he ordering lunch?
And unless pizzas once walked the Earth, I'd say
we've been hoodwinked in a very elaborate hoax.
Larkin, I should have known
you were up to one of your pranks.
You've cost us
$10,000!
Ladies and gentlemen of the press,
yes, it seems we are the victims
of a most amazing deception.
But it's nice to see
dinosaurs again in the spotlight, as
front-page news. And it's
glorious to see the press here finally
giving my paleontology institute the attention
it so richly deserves.
I would like to know who the brilliant
mind is who put all this together.
We thought it would be great to, uh,
get the kids involved in the complicated
world of science, so I, uh,
asked young Mr. Larkin to come up with
a, uh, a plan.
An ingenious idea, Mr. DeRosa.
Naturally, on these grounds,
I'm still prepared to give the
East Gackle Science Department
the $10,000 endowment.
I guess that does make me a hero
and not a zero.
Some things worked out pretty good.
Mr. Hutchins told me he was gonna raise
my archaeology test mark to a B.
As for Mr. DeRosa,
it seemed that rap, dance moves,
quarterly exposed him to a whole new way of life.
Who'd have thunk it?
Best of all, Lori
asked me to do the project with her.
But not everything turned out
great.
Toy Doll Digest and Bally Journal, eh, Larkin?
We know it was you!
Cause Lori left your, you know,
Save the Baby Whales Monthly magazine
on the bus.
You gotta come down sometime.
Maybe I better stay right
where I am. With Lick and Leech
in this mood, I think I'm in danger of becoming
extinct like ol' T-Rex
here.
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