Disclaimer: I don't own The Magic School Bus.
Miss Frizzle stood outside her school bus, holding a small dirty box in her hands. She was eager to share what it held inside with her pupils, who were all gathered around her.
"Okay, class!" she announced erratically. "Are you all ready for another magical adventure aboard the bus?!"
"YES, MISS FRIZZLE!"
All of the children answered together in great elation – with the exception.
"I dunno about this…"
"Oh, shut up, Arnold!" Wanda hissed. "You're such a whiner!"
"But what we're doing is illegal!" Arnold said, nervously wringing his hands. "What if the police see what we're up to?"
"You worry too much, Arnold…" Phobe smiled sympathetically. "You'll feel better once you're high!"
"Alright, class! Let's get our special stuff on for our next adventure!"
Miss Frizzle handed out the contents of the box, one to each pupil. After helping them all prepared, she took one for herself. Liz watched wordlessly while perched on her shoulder. The Jackson's chameleon kept to herself how she disapproved of the teacher handing out Marijuana to her class of young children.
"Okay, class!" Miss Frizzle held up her own rolled-up spiff filled with the dodgy ash. "Let's take this stuff, then go on our adventure together!"
"YES, MISS FRIZZLE!"
"And remember, not a single one of you is to tell your parents about this stuff!" Miss Frizzle narrowed her eyes threateningly. "You remember what happened last time you nearly went blabbing! Don't you, Arnold!"
Arnold gulped and looked down. "I knew I should have stayed home today…"
"Ready, class? One… Two… Three! GO!"
Altogether, the eccentric teacher and her pupils inhaled deep on the drugs . Within seconds, every single one of them were high. Funny expressions crossed their faces as they stumbled away from each other, observing their surroundings with glazed, blood-shot eyes.
"Whoooooaaaaa!" Carlos slurred. "Duuuuudeeeee! The world's gone completely craaaaazzzzzyyyyy!"
"It's sooooo pretty…" Dorothy Ann remarked. "Sooooo colourful…"
"Sooooo ssssstrrrrreeeeechyyyyy!" Timothy added.
"Alright! Let's go on our adventure!" Ralphie exclaimed, struggling to stay on his feet. "Who knows what insane place we'll end up in today?"
"We'll find out…" Phobe answered, "if we get on the bus!"
"Bus! Who said this is just a bus? You know it can turn into anything! It can be a airplane or a submarine – or a deadly nuclear-powered missile!" Raising a shaky-hand, Miss Frizzled pointed to the doorway of the yellow mode of transport they were gathered outside. "C'mon, class! Climb aboard and let's go on our magical adventure!"
"YESSSSS, MISSSSS FRIZZZZZLE!"
The doped-up pupils quickly boarded the vehicle. Miss Frizzle took her place at the driving seat. She revved up the engine and took hold of the steering wheel before slamming her foot on the gas pedal – resulting in her driving over some trees, through a fence and across a field.
Off went the high teacher and her equally-stoned class for another magical adventure on the Marijuana School Bus.
The end.
