[grunts] If any people hold two of these back for another year, I'm gonna put in for very early retirement there cuz I wanna put in for very early retirement there. [receives note] What's this? Oh great, A new student. Well, where's he?
From beyond the veil of dispose, comes with one happy person who's versed in ways of sorcerery, traveler of who the mystical realms of necromancy. Please tremble, and give it up for...Kyle, the Conjurer!!! And, scene.
Well, actually, I attended the prestigious Milkweed Academy for Wizards, until I was unfairly expelled for turning one of my professors into raspberry flan. Delicious old fool. [licks lip] But one day, they will see the error of their ways, and I will return to assume my rightful place as the most powerful pre-teen wizard on the planet! [maniacal laughing that then stops with Fanboy and Chum Chum's laughs]
Yeaaaah, we're real wizards, too! And when we play ninjas... [strikes various ninja poses] We are real ninjas. And when we play spacemen... [He and Chum Chum pretend to be astronauts; in a robotic voice] We are real spacemen! [normal voice] I think we're on the same page here.
[At the other end of the other episode, after the griffon that Fanboy unintentionally summoned from Necronomicon appears, scoops Kyle up in his talons, and carries him away from the school; Fanboy and Chum Chum get up and see Kyle is gone]
I guess he left. I probably shouldn't have been so awesome. [As neither of them see the griffon carrying Kyle away behind them] But I know how we'll make it up to him: We'll play wizards with him all day tomorrow! [He and Chum Chum walk away] He'll like that.
[stops Chum Chum from dunking into the grease] Chum Chum! It's OK! It's not your nose! It's not your nose! I would never do anything to hurt your real nose, buddy! You're my best friend!
It's Janitor Poopatine! But you can call me Russ. Since the dawn of my career, I have vowed to destroy gum in every corner of the galaxy... hills school district. And now, young gum chewers, you will see what happens when you chew gum in my school.
What...is a Chum Chum? He's a snow day when you've got a spelling test; he's the marshmallows in your hot chocolate and the sludge that forms on the bottom; he's the smell of ham right after you've take it out of the dryer; he's a pudding fight that steals into a French fry battle and escalates into a fish stick war. [sobs] Oh, Chum Chum! What've I done? I want my Chum Chum back!
Super Samurai! Sashimi! That's right! Not in my dojo! Who's the ninja? Beat you again. In your face! [accidentally points at his mother, and air sputters out of his finger] Hello, mother. How's the knee?
