Tim Jamal sat in the class sketching the empty classroom before he checked his watch. It had been twenty minutes. He sighed and got up, collecting his things when Phoebe Terese hastily entered. "Tim? TIM!" She shouted before tripping into his arms. She stared up at him dreamily before realizing what had just happened and got off of him. "How's it going Pheebs?" He asked. She gave a thumbs down. "My last period teacher kept us twenty minutes late, which is why I'm late. Can you believe that I was in the same class as everyone in Ms. Frizzle's class fourteen years ago? But we all jumped out so fast we couldn't tell who was going to which class." Phoebe sadly sighed. Ralphie suddenly walked in. "Guys? It's you!" He shouted. "Ralphie!" Phoebe cried in happiness.
"Actually, I've matured a bit, Pheebs. I'd really prefer if you called me Ralph." He corrected her. "Ralph? What's next? College?" Dorothy Ann asked smugly entering the room. Carlos and Arnold next, followed by Keesha and Wanda. "Wait, are we the only ones here?" Carlos questioned. "Yeah, that's really weird." Wanda answered. "You know, my mom and I checked the roster this morning and there's only eight people in the class. Wait…" D.A. proceeded to count the people in the classroom. "There's eight of us here right now." She said. Te class looked around confused. Arnold began to act strange. "Um, I heard our science teacher quit and they found another on short notice. This seems a little familiar. And I passed a bus this morning, and I could have sworn it winked at me."
Suddenly, the model cell in the corner began to rattle before a woman in a dress flew out of it. She landed on the desk, her dress separated in two by a red ribbon. Her dress was orange, decorated in different cells and their insides. Her earrings were mitochondria and her red shoes had an animal cell on it. "Well, class, we meet again." She chuckled, tying her frizzy hair up into a bun. "MS. FRIZZLE?! The eight students shouted. "Uh, is it just me…or…" Ralph began. "It's not just you, Ralph, we've been frizzled again!" Tim answered. "Well, class, the high school contacted me because the previous science teacher moved to California. They knew I was popular in elementary school, so I packed my things, and moved here. And Liz couldn't bear to be away from me, so Phoebe, could you open your shirt, please?" Phoebe did as she was told and Liz hopped out. "Magic!" Ms. Frizzle announced.
"I also heard Team Psi has a new history teacher." D.A. answered. "Yes, that's my brother. Mr. Frizzle! He's just as magic as I am, but he chooses not to flaunt it. My sister and I also made him a new bus, so don't let him stop you from going on field trips!" She laughed. "Speaking of field trips, Ms. Frizzle," Keesha started. "Will we be going on them again?" She asked. "Of course, Keesha, only we'll be limited to fifty two minutes instead of the entire school day. But don't worry, you'll still enjoy it! Now, we don't have much time, so let's begin our first lesson! To the bus!" She announced, pointing to the door.