Part 90: She's Got No Class

Off we go! Sam put the hoodie back on, the better to connect with today's youth.

: I hear they have a wonderful cartography program. Have you ever thought about furthering your education, Buddy?

: Oh, sure, but who has the time? That's why I learned to speak pigeon through a correspondence course, pal. It's a valuable job skill!

: How do you say 'you're weird' in pigeon?

Some collection of chirps and chitters, probably. Anyway! Shortly thereafter, we arrive at the Royal Academy docks.



Fancy! You can always tell a good school by the brickwork, stone lions, and panicking staff.





: What's the matter, ma'am?

: My students! They're all late! And the bell! I can't... oooooh!!!

: Hey, it's okay! We're here to help! Sam here is a Wandolier.





The headmistress dusts herself off, putting herself back to rights.



: For some reason the school bell never rang this morning, so none of the students showed up for class.

: No problem, Ms. Marshall, we can round up your students.



: ... I want to make a good impression!

: Well, sure, I--





Sam goes over and calms down the now-entirely-flustered Rosalyn.

: Sorry... guess I get a little excited.

: Maybe you should try thinking less.

: Thanks. We have four students here at the Academy. Could you please find them and tell them to come to class?



Leaving Lyndsay and Buddy to keep Rosalyn grounded, Sam heads around behind the school. Anybody here?



...

Oh. Good. It's Chaz McFreely.



: Oh, Roz wants me to come to school? Guess sabotaging the bell didn't work. Huh. Oh well.

Chaz heads out.



Two more students behind the dorm building...



: Guess I'll have to show her after class, though. Thanks!

Travis leaves.



... uh oh

: Ooh, was that out loud?! Um, I-I better get to class!

Off she goes. Sam follows her back out into the main area.



The final student is over here in... I'm going to call it the 'gym'.



Summer takes off. Now that we're all together, we head into the main school building.





Rosalyn runs forward.



We all hurry in to survey the wreckage.





... that's nice, Summer

: Travis, what do you think happened?

: Well, I'm no detective...







: Although, as it turns out, you're right. This IS my fault.

: You're so smart, Travis.

: Chaz! What happened?!

: I'm so sorry, Ms. Marshall, please allow me to explain.







: Of course I needed room to show off all of my RAD, so I shoved all the desks and stuff out of the way. And the school's decorations didn't really fit the ChazStyle, so I put them all in a big pile on the pier by the ocean.

: And what happened?



: Oh no! Oh no, oh no, oh no!!!

: Chaz, don't get Ms. Marshall all worked up. You know it's bad for her blood pressure!





: Hey, quit calling Travis a chump!

: Thanks, Lib.

: Kids!





Sam has to calm Rosalyn down again.

: Thank you.

Rosalyn brightens up.

: I keep forgetting we have a royal Wandolier with us. Do you think you could help us rebuild the school?

Sam nods.

: Thank goodness. Try to give it an atmosphere conducive to learning. We'll need four desks and a chalkboard. Oh! And I'll need you to build me a podium, too.



Right! First, we straighten things up. Then we can redecorate.


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Next time on MySims Kingdom: Sam has truly found the place where he belongs! Maybe.