The first day of school. Bart skateboards into the classroom, high-fiveing his friends while leaving scuffmarks in his wake. When he reaches his desk he notices that the teacher wasn't there. Unworried, Bart set out to restore the graffiti that had been cleaned up over the summer.
Nearly a minute after the tardy bell rang, Madea clamors into the classroom jabbering with someone whom she obviously wasn't finished talking with. "Yeah, girl!" she was practically yelling. "I'll call you later! I gotta get in here and edumacate these childrens!"The entire class stared at her confused. Oblivious to their looks, Madea fumbled around behind her desk, settled into her chair and at last regarded the students with a bright smile.
"Hello, children! Don't ya'll look so nice and happy and ready to learn!
"No one said anything and after a moment, Madea finally recognized the childrens' puzzled glares.
"What's wrong, class? You act like you ain't never seen a teacher come in late before?"
Milhouse raised his hand. "Uhh, where's Ms. Kraboppel?"
"Oh, you miss your old teacher!" Madea understood. "We'll she couldn't handle ya'll bad kids acting up all the time so your principle asked me to come in and edumacate you for the year while she goes to AA!"
"What the hell is 'edumacate'?" Bart asked obnoxiously.
Offended, Madea smile vanished. "See? That's what's wrong with ya'll kids today! You don't know nothing! That's why I'm here! So you can learn something!"
"I don't think 'edumacate' is a real word." Milhouse complained.
Slamming her hand on the desk, Madea marched over to Milhouse. "Who's the teacher here? Huh? Me! You the student! That means what I say is right! What you think is wrong! You better learn your place little nerdy boy!"
"What a minute! Bart shouted. "I can't learn anything from you! You don't even talk proper english!"
With a fury rivaling Homer Simpson, Madea laser stared at Bart. "I know who you are! Yes, you! I know who you are! I'mma tell you now! I better not have any trouble out of you this year! None! The first sign of trouble from you... I know how to handle you, little boy! I got something for you!"
"You can't threaten me!" Bart stood up to her. "You can't teach me either! I bet my sister is smarter than you!"
"Look here, little spiky -head boy! You gon' learn this year! I'mma learnificate your brain so big you gon' need a neck brace to hold your head up! I'mma teach you some math and some aticth.. ra... mic and some spelling! You gone' make something of yourself. And I'mma be the one to edumafy you!"
Folding his arms, Bart stared her down. "Go ahead and try."