S Sandra
Oh, there you are, Matthew, who's your little friend?
It's Will, Sandra we're in the same history class, maths class, science class.
S Sandra
Well, I can't remember every face. Surely, you don't ski on those tiny little legs.
As surely as you can talk with that tiny little brain !
[A crowd gasps and Sandra drops her hot beverage]
S Sandra
[laughs] What are you saying?
I'm saying, I can ski the home made goat pants off of you.
S Sandra
Well, then, we have to have a little race. Winner gets to sit with Matt on the bus ride back.
WS Will, Sandra
STAY OUT OF THIS!
[Taranee and Irma are watching Hay Lin ski]
I admire Hay Lin, she doesn't care about boys, or what people think of her...or if she ever walks again.
[Yan Lin has just arrived at the ski resort]
Grandma! What are you doing here?
He made me drive him up to prove a silly point.
[Caleb gets out of the car]
I'm no fun, huh? Well, just tell that to my skis! [He hoists the skis up]
You're kidding. They look like the deck planks from the Titanic.
Those babies served me well back in China.
They looked like they served Genghis Khan back in China.
I've got new skis now. I'm gonna carve me up some powder, dudes.
You're crazy to race Sandra. She's like, total Swiss, ok, they're born on skis.
And you send yourself, you're a lousy skier.
Yeah, but I'm a terrific Guardian. And the winner gets to sit next to Matt.
We're supposed to use our powers to fight evil not snooty foreigners.
Captain Blunk - Report! [He salutes]
Don't pretend you have an allegiance to a higher goal. You find me portals and I pay you.
[Blunk notices the girls who look very angry, then Caleb does]
Caleb, when you find an open portal you're supposed to tell us!
Stage fright, height fright, imported cheese fright.
[after seeing Will's bad grades] Okay, how's this for a formula: 2 Cs + D * by gum = no movie this weekend.
You just haven’t tried broccoli the way I make it, Vance Michael.
I didn’t know you and the poster were dating.
Ahh, Caleb! Sneaking up on people might be okay in Meridian, but here it’s just, like, rude!
I don’t get why girls here fall for a picture of a guy pretending to be an elf.
He is not an elf. He’s a "trundleblotten." A tribe of incredibly good looking pixies who bravely battle the forces of Flendar.
Hey, I’d like to see Vance Michael Whats-his-teeth tangle with a giant lizard. 'Cause I do that, y’know! Every day!
[pulling over in a cab] Yo, want ride?
Blunk! You stole a... [reading] taxi?
Not steal. At hotel, hear people say, "Take taxi." so, Blunk take taxi!
And Caleb take taxi back hotel.
[after Caleb stops the car] More! More! Blunk not throw up again. Promise!
Hurry up, would you? You’re going to get us in real... [sees Tracker and Sniffer] trouble!
Babysit! But the premiere's tonight!
So's the Patrol Man's Ball. [Irma's mother and father Tom leave] Have your brother in bed by eight!
[Chris, Irma's younger brother is driving around on a toy car and runs over Irma's foot. She screams in pain, and Chris drives to the kitchen and crashes]
Ughhh! I've got to find some sucker...I mean sitter, to cover for me.
What's The Tracker and Sniffer doing here?
I'm guessing they're not Vance Michael Justin fans.
[The Tracker and Sniffer walk in a different direction]
What's in that direction?
Um, Caleb and Blunk, babysitting Chris.
You left your little brother with them?!
To Caleb and Blunk [She laughs]
[To the Guardians] Fine. I'll save Caleb from The Tracker, but that doesn't mean I like him!
[She uses her Earth power to rise the earth, which forms into a ramp, for Caleb to skate from]
E Elias
Then you'll need disguises.
Uh, maybe something like...[She shows the drawing to the girls] this?
[The dress comes to life surrounded by blue magic. The girls gasp]
This is like, way, the most realistic sketch I ever did!
Everything you paint comes to life!
[Elias nods, Cornelia holds out a bunch of paintbrushes]
Oh, let's go clothes painting!
[singing and playing the lute] Alas, the maid you seek, my dear, has ne'er this morn appeared.
[Irma puts her hand over Martin's mouth]
Ughh, one more note, you eat the lute.
Where's the rest of the committee? The carnival starts in three hours.
Balloons are not medieval decorations!
There's really old air inside them.
Uh, well uh, we do have a medieval minstrel!
Giveth me a minute, milady! Got to tuneth me lute.
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