Mrs. Frizzle lay quietly in her hospital bed, pondering the days and nights of her life. She slowly but also quickly moves her hands over to a mirror on her bedside table. She picks it up with carefulness. After picking it up she looks into its reflective surface. She sighs passion fully. Before she can think too deeply into her thoughts, Arnold walks quietly into the room. He sat down on the edge of her hospital bed. "Hey" he says, seduction in his eyes. "Hi" he says. "Hola he says" he looks up at the ceiling. "Hello" he whispers. Mrs. Frizzle doesn't notice because she's too busy hating him with her soul. The hate empowers her. She feels less weak. She doesn't even have to strain when she jumps out of bed. "Hello" she smirks to the mirror, symbolically. She jumps out the window. She jumps out the window because she has power. She is her own person. She doesn't need her classroom to be most radical she can be. She thinks. She all alone is sexy Mrs. Frizzle.
Arnold doesn't even notice he's so focused on thinking of new greetings. When he does, it's all too late. Mrs. Frizzle has gone to the appliance store. She has a gift card that she gonna use.