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Finally, the district has started
a new community initiative

that sends volunteers
out to all the schools.

So we're gonna have some people

coming in next week to help us out.

Thank God. 'Cause I need some help.

I've been asking for
an aide for decades.

I'm already so behind in grading.

It takes a surprising amount of effort

to give everyone an A for effort.

I'm happy the community
wants to lend a hand

when there's nothing in it for them.

Yeah, well, maybe they can get someone

to come deep clean the coffee machine.

Okay, I get it!

Didn't y'all hear me say
volunteers are coming?

Yeesh, y'all act like I let
this school fall apart.

- Again?!
- Everybody okay?

What, you're haunted now or something?

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Why are you calling me?
It's 7:30 a.m. on a Monday.

Yes, it is good to hear from me.

So, listen, we need a new scoreboard.

Just wondering when y'all
could drop one off.

Preferably something
in the Jumbotron family.

Hmm... looks like the earliest

I can get someone out there is... never.

- Excuse me?
- That's right.

Now that we're fully unionized,
you don't have any dirt on us

that could halt construction.
You're out of leverage,

and you're not getting a scoreboard.

Listen to me, you bespectacled
little milksop...

Excuse me? What did
you say? I will have you...

The volunteers are here.

Okay, Malala girl,
I'll talk to you later.

Guess which Malala that was.

Oh, thank goodness
the volunteers get here today.

It is so weird how we all fall behind

after break when we get back.

Nope. Not me. I'm good.

I'm actually ahead of schedule.

Well, I'm drowning.

I could use some help in the garden.

That special compost I put
down apparently has the raccoons

starting a little goofball
garden program of their own.

- Aww, cute.
- No.

I need help with my vents.

Some of the seats in my room
are too cold, others too hot.

It's a whole Goldilocks sitch.

You know, if a girl came into my house

and ate my porridge and slept
in my bed, I'm eating her ass.

To be clear in this
hypothetical, I'm a bear.

The animal.

Abbotts and Elementors,

the volunteers have arrived.

Come on down and claim your minions.

Ah! New friends.

Thank you for giving back to your...

well, not your... a community.

Here are your badges.

Oh, badges, huh? Cool! Very cool!

Welcome to Abbott Elementary,

the best elementary school
in the universe.

- Is that what this is?
- Ignore her.

We are the best volunteers
in the universe.

This is Frank, I'm Mac,

Dee, Dennis, and Charlie.

- How ya doin'?
- Hey, guys.

Quick question.

Um, what's the deal with
all the cameras?

We have, like,
a "Vanderpump" thing going on.

Don't worry about it.

No, no, I don't think so.

I know quite a bit
about filming and consent,

and I think I'll be spending my time

on the other side of the camera.
Thank you very much.

- See?
- Yeah. Okay.

He's camera shy.

Cool, well, um, do any of you
have any experience

with duct work?

Oh, I've done tons of duck work.

You said duck work or... or duct?

W-What did you say?

Oh, has anyone ever worked in a garden?

I lived outside.

- Oh. Okay.
- Mm-hmm.

You guys look familiar to me.

- No, we don't.
- Yeah, you do.

Like, I know you from somewhere.

- I would have known if I saw you.
- We don't do schools usually.

Wait, did you ever get into
a fight at an Eagles game?

- Of course we have.
- Oh! Yeah, of course.

Yeah. Have you?

Oh, are you kidding? When have I not?

- Of course. Yeah, you gotta fight.
- We gotta do what we gotta do.

Okay. That's what it is, then.

All right. Go, Birds!

- Go Birds!
- Yeah, go Birds! Go Birds.

- I like her.
- That's cool. Go Birds, of course.

If Caucasian Cultural Exchange is over,

let's get to the free work.

- Okay? Yeah.
- Yeah.

But go Birds.

But what they were not prepared for...

the scourge of trench warfare.

All right, your vent is fixed.

Thank you, Charlie.

That thing's been dumping
hot air on me for weeks.

I've been positively sudoriferous.

Oh, yeah? You got one of those?

Yeah, I got a rash.

What you learning in here, huh?

Oh, about innovative wear.
Classic fashion concerns.

All right, well, first of all,
ironing is a myth.

- Doesn't work.
- Oh, no. Uh...

you mean the "Industrial War."

Apologies.

The students say I have the
handwriting of a possessed doll.

No, I-I knew that. Yeah, Industrial War.

And that was a... that was a big one.

'Cause, you know,
the... the industries, you know,

the... were fighting
each other... big robots.

And there were, of course,

lots of Marines and crazy vermin

and, uh, aliens.

And that was, uh,
very baffling for them.

And, well, you don't need me
teaching. Seems like you got it.

Maybe I'll see if there's
any other fashion classes

for me to pop in on and, uh,
give some more pointers.

Never iron.

This school, man.

Hey! Hey!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing?

Composting.

Compost is made of
food waste, not batteries.

No, no. Batteries are robot food.

They're full of rare earth metals.

Plants love 'em.

You throw any more of my trash in there,

and I won't be responsible
for what happens next.

- Is that a threat?
- You damn right that's a threat.

Okay, okay.
All right, hold on. Calm down.

This is exactly what the raccoons want.

The game plan for today

is to get the compost back
into the planters

and spread garlic and chili
powder around to deter the raccoons.

Garlic and chili powder?

You're gonna make
the dirt taste delicious.

There's only one way
to get rid of raccoons.

Intimidation.

You try and intimidate a raccoon...

that'll be the last thing you ever do.

You gotta trap 'em.

Raccoons is too smart for traps.

You need pelts
with alpha predator urine.

Yeah, I'm definitely not doing that.

Suit yourself.

But you should rename this place
"A Buffet Elementary."

That's not our name.

We're named after a historical racist.

Congratulations.

All right, so maybe you can
hang up the kids' drawings

while I just help them with the lesson.

- You got it.
- Cool.

Penn? Oh, hell yeah!

Yeah, Penn! I went to Penn!

I'm so sorry.

That is a knee-jerk reaction I have.

Don't you dare
apologize. I went there, too!

What?

Yeah. I basically lived on Locust Walk.

Wha... As you should!

Because how else are you gonna get

- to Smokey Joe's!
- To Smokey Joe's!

No way!

Uh, hello?

Oh, h-hi. Okay, just go ahead

and double-check your work
if you're finished, okay?

Yeah, and remember
to write your name at the top.

Yeah, they always forget to do that.

You are a natural.

- I appreciate you seeing me.
- Of course.

Hey, class, can I have your
attention? Just real quick up here.

I just want you to know...

you are being taught by a genius.

Okay.

Well, the, uh, school's
all fixed up now,

so I was thinking,
since we gave you such a boost,

maybe you could sign this volunteer slip

and we could get out of your
hair for the rest of the week,

you know, sort of let the school soar.

Stop wasting paper.

District says you're here
for the whole week.

Find something useful to do.

I already have a white guy that
comes in here to annoy me.

Does anybody else think
there's something seriously off

about these volunteers?

That guy Frank accused
my soil of lacking lithium.

Yeah, I don't think they have
backgrounds in education

or, like, educations, period.

Okay, well, my volunteer certainly does.

She went to Penn, which is an Ivy.

A lot of people confuse it
for a state school. I know.

Is she the one that stuck her
head in my classroom asking

can she "light up in here"?

The tall, skinny one who's,
like, hiding behind the cameras,

he keeps asking me out to some gross bar

with like 300 one-star reviews.

- Wait. A gross bar in South?
- Yeah.

I knew I knew those schlubs.

- Guys.
- What?

Come on!

Hey, hey, you guys,
you own that Paddy's Pub.

That's the skeeviest bar I ever been to.

You're a bunch of lowlifes.

- Nope.
- Hey!

What exactly are you doing here?

We are volunteering
for community service.

- What's your angle?
- If there even is one.

Guys, there's no angle.
We're here to help.

- Yes!
- For at least 100 hours.

As the court order dictates.

Snakes in the garden! You're criminals.

- Okay.
- Oh, come on. No!

I-Is it a crime to dump 100
gallons of baby oil in the Schuylkill?

And 500 Paddy's Pub T-shirts.

And a Cybertruck?

Yes!

Yeah, the judge thought so, too.

She's right. We're criminals.

Of course they're
criminals. That explains why

Frank asked when he
gets his one phone call.

Let's get 'em outta here.

Okay, somebody just give me the word

and I will have
them disappeared like that.

Ava, please remove these improper people

from the premises post-haste.

Hold on. Dee has been
super helpful in my class.

She took down the Christmas
decorations I can't reach.

She graded a spelling quiz.

And she did go to one of the
best schools in the country.

Janine, you're an adult.

Stop bragging about something
you did when you were 17.

They're not "criminal" criminals,

you know, just a misdemeanor.

Plus, if you kick them out,

the district will
never send us help ever again.

The "free" of it all
is hard to say no to.

All right, the criminals
can stay for now.

And I'll treat them
just like everyone else,

with the utmost disrespect.

- Hey, Melissa. Um...
- Oh, we're in here?

Uh, whoa! Uh-oh.

Look at all the colors in here, man.

This is so much cooler than your room.

Um, do you have anything that Charlie

could help out with,
maybe in... in your class?

Nope. Don't want him. Take
him back up to the older kids.

Hey, Charlie. Why don't, um...

Why don't you check some
of the kids work?

Throw down some knowledge on these guys?

- Sounds good.
- Sure.

Yeah. I'm afraid that, uh,

seventh-grade curriculum
might be a little advanced

for Charlie to help out with.

Honestly, I don't even know
if he can read.

He couldn't make out anything
on the board.

That doesn't mean he can't read.

I'm dyslexic, you prick.
Lots of adults are.

Maybe he is, too.

Got a question over here?

How do you spell "light"?

Uh, light... light? Yeah.

Well, uh, that's easy, really.

It's L, I, Y, T... there's another L,

which is one of those letters

that hides behind the other letter.

Well, maybe he can't read.

This doesn't make any sense.

Raccoons hate chili powder and garlic.

How is it worse?

I told you, the only way

to get rid of a raccoon is intimidation.

Now, I've got these premium pelts

back at my place.

I'm gonna soak 'em

in the dankest urine you ever smelled.

You'll never see another raccoon
as long as you live.

This is a garden, not a
Hollywood bachelor pad.

We need a huge cage.

Have you ever even met a raccoon?

I met a famous one last spring.

I think what we have here
is an embarrassment of riches.

So I'm just gonna let... two have at it.

You're trash. You know that?

Coming from the sheriff of trash.

Principal Coleman, good morning!

Hmm.

This coffee is cute as hell.

You know, I've been trying
to get Dia to do this,

but Dia says that her

arthritis makes her hand shake too bad.

Right. Uh, it was my pleasure.

Let me know
if there's anything you need.

And I mean anything.

Hmm. I could use a white
guy to serve as my vice presid...

I mean, principal.

You can start by planning a fire drill.

This place is a tinderbox.

Yes, I could do that. Or...

when was the last time
you had your car detailed?

Oh, well, just yesterday.

But go ahead and fill 'er up, too.

And when Ben Franklin touched the key

he had tied to the kite...

My bones!

That is so good.

- Oh. Hi.
- Hello, Miss Teagues.

Can I borrow the left-handed scissors?

Oh, yeah. Of course. Be right back.

Guys, keep working.

Well, well, well, well, well.

Say, what brings a hunk like you

into a classroom like this?

The left-handed scissors.

- You don't say.
- Yeah.

Well, fun fact about me...
I am ambidextrous,

and you know what they
say about ambidextrous girls...

That they can write with both hands?

You are so funny.

- Isn't he?
- Yeah.

Got 'em.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Mm-hmm.
- Thank you.

All right, guys. Who can name
something else

that Ben Franklin invented?

Yo. White kid. How about over here?

What's Mr. Eddie's deal?

Whoa. Check this out.

There's gotta be like 100 books in here.

Yeah, why don't you go take
a look at some of the covers?

So, how's it going with that one?

- My suspicions were first piqued when...
- He can't read.

You sure?

Uh-oh! This one doesn't
even have pictures.

You know, I used to teach
adult literacy classes,

and it's far more common
nowadays than you think.

- Okay.
- Charlie!

I am Mrs. Barbara Howard, educator.

- And I'd like to ask you a question.
- Sure.

- Do you have trouble reading?
- No.

I mean no, no.

I can read any word at any time.

My friends and I
were actually talking about

how well-read I am.

Yes, well,
adult illiteracy is very common,

and there is no shame in needing help.

You know what? I'm not feeling great.

I got a bit of a tummy ache.

Uh, you got, like,
a hall pass or something?

It's on the wall.

On the wall. I see it, okay?

All right. I'll be back.

That...

He could probably recognize
the word "bathroom," though, right?

- Charlie!
- Hurry!

For someone who's not getting paid,

Mac has made himself surprisingly
useful.

Now he's texting me
to come outside and...

Can you keep that down?

I'm pontificating over here.
And what is that smell?

It's the pelts. They're soaked in pee,

which isn't gonna do anything.

Here you go.

Gassed up, detailed,
and I rotated your tires.

My tires rotate every time I drive.

Is that cinnamon air freshener?

- Even better.
- Oh!

- Yeah.
- Still warm?

There's probably not even
anything left for us

to do this week, so if you could
just go ahead and sign the slip.

Oh, not right now. My hands are sticky.

Ooh. Valentines in January.

Nice, Miss Dee. Head start.

Oh. I did not know you had
a crush on Mr. Eddie, Bekka.

What? No, she doesn't. She better not.

No, she's doing it for me.

Wh... Wha... What? Why?
What do you mean?

'Cause when Gregory finds out
that I used the kids

to let him know how I feel about
him, he's just gonna melt.

But, uh...

Bye, kids. Bye.

Wait. Um, you... you like Gregory?

Uh yeah. You've seen those shoulders.

What is his deal?
Is he in a relationship?

Ooh, if he is, is he a cheater?

No. Okay.

So, uh, he is actually
with someone... me.

- What?!
- Yeah.

Janine! Nice pull.

Thank you. It took a long time.

Yeah. You're good if I take
a spin, though, yeah?

Hey, does he have any tattoos?

Never... You know what?
Don't tell me. Don't tell me.

I want it to be a
surprise. Shh! Shh! Shh!

No. Um, so it's actually
like a real relationship.

He's my boyfriend.
Like, my very loyal boyfriend.

So it's a competition then?

No.

Very well. Best of luck to you.

So, he likes big feet.

Good.

Mine are enormous.

What?

Ava, the others were right.

These volunteers have got to go.

No, you were right.

They're amazing, and they're staying.

I might even frame 'em for
another crime to get their hours up.

Did I tell you to stop steaming?

Charlie, I've helped many adults
who've struggled to read...

Yeah, but I'm not struggling.
I read good.

It's okay. It's okay, Charlie.

All we have to do is find out,
what do you like?

- Beer. Uh...
- They don't have that.

- milk steak... uh, bird law.
- Okay.

- Birds!
- Okay, Barbara.

Birds. We can work with that.

- Birds.
- Barb!

All right. "Protected
Birds of Pennsylvania,

- Fun Facts, Cool Birds."
- Yes!

- Oh, yeah? Cool birds.
- Okay, here you go.

All right, let's start right here.

What sound does this letter make?

I don't need to sound it out
'cause I can read it perfectly.

It says, "The Philadelphia
Eagles' name is Swoop

and he has a jetpack."

It doesn't. It doesn't?

Go Birds?

Go Birds, man.

Let's keep trying.

You know, I feel bad for Dee.

It must be hard
to have a crush on Gregory

when I'm already with him.

Hopefully I can smooth things
over today.

Expecting someone else?

Yeah, I just wanted you to get
a load of the tower of a woman

you're about to lose your man to.

Okay, class,
why don't you, um, work quietly

while Miss Dee and I
have a talk in the hallway?

- Dee...
- Mm.

- I'm sorry about yesterday...
- Mm.

but Gregory and I are in a
serious, committed relationship.

Yeah, you already said that.

It only makes me want him more.

- Do you love him?
- Wha... D...

Because I love him.
And when I see him next,

that's exactly what I'm gonna tell him.

Okay.

I thought you learned
your lesson yesterday,

but I guess you gotta get held back.

How you gonna hold me back?
Your arms are way too short.

- My arms are not short.
- Your arms are too short.

- My arms are a normal size.
- Try it. Reach me. Reach me.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

- What's going on?
- I'll tell you what's going on.

This psycho, she was just going
off about... You know what she said?

She said, "
He's too much of a man for me."

- I didn't say that.
- "I can't handle him."

- Yes, she did. She did.
- No, I didn't. I didn't say that.

And you know what?
One more thing... I love you.

She did say that.
I didn't say the first part.

I would never say that.

- Are you okay?
- Yes, I am fine.

But this bird-ass bird
is gonna get real hurt.

- I will call you...
- Okay, okay, okay.

- Excuse me just one second.
- worse things than a bird.

- Thank you.
- It's just what I thought of.

What's happening?

She's trying to seduce you
and make you her boyfriend.

Okay?

"Okay?" That'd be an actual nightmare.

Agreed. Listen, Janine...

I'm with you.

I'm not interested in any other woman.

Especially not that woman.

Okay.

Okay, I feel better.

Much better.

- All right.
- All right, thank you.

- Mm-hmm.
- I'll go back.

That was so hot.

Meet me behind the gym mats in 15.

And if I'm late, you just keep waiting.

- "Green!"
- Yes.

- "Her-ons."
- Unh...

- "Herons."
- That's it.

Uh, "spend soumare."

Uh, it's a French word I think.

No, it's not.

Oh! "Summer in Philadelphia

and then flies soothe..."

South... "soothes...

south for wine."

- No.
- "Win-Winter"?

"Winter!"

Charlie, I am so proud of you!

Look at you, you crazy S.O.B.
You did it.

- You can read, Charlie.
- I did it!

I actually read,
which I always could do.

What's going on in here?
Somebody walking on water?

Even better, we taught
one of the criminals

to read at a kindergarten level.

Wow. I guess miracles do happen.

Yeah, Mac, check this out.

I'm gonna read, uh,
one of the tough sentences,

- like, from the back of the book.
- Yes.

Um, "Protected, uh, birds

include, uh, the gold-breathe...

- bre... " I don't know this one.
- Breasted.

"Breasted! Nuthatch
and loggerhead Shrek...

- shrike."
- Say that again.

Really?

- "Pro-tec-ted birds inc...
- Yes.

"Protected birds include

the gold-breasted nuthatch
and loggerhead shrike."

Dang! Well, that's why you're principal.

Mel, you still got that egg guy?

Human or animal?
Doesn't matter. Got both. Why?

We got a species to protect.

V.P., I have your next mission.

We caught the raccoon! It's huge!

Really?

You want to bash his brains in
or should I?

No, man. That's Frank.

I know that. Get me outta here.

Were you the one eating
the compost the whole time?

Only after you put the garlic
and the chili powder on it.

Came back last night for some more.

I saw that pudding cup was full,
and I got stuck in here.

- Why you wearing piss pelts?
- It was freezing.

But by the way, the piss pelts worked.

I didn't see one raccoon.

All right, I've hit my limit.

Uh, Mr. Johnson, hose him off

and get him inside
before the kids see this.

Very good, by the way,
if you'd like to try some.

Ava, for the last time,
Girard Creek Golf

will not be giving Abbott
a new scoreboard.

That's not why I'm calling.

You see, my white vice principal

was passing by your construction site,

and something caught his eye.

You should have just received a photo.

It's eggs.

Yes. Loggerhead shrike eggs.

A protected bird in Pennsylvania
found at your golf course.

If the Bird and Game Commission
saw that,

I wonder what it would do
to your construction progress?

I'll be in touch.

Through perseverance,
Charlie has achieved

what once seemed impossible.

And so congratulations

to Abbott Elementary's newest reader...

Charlie Kelly!

Yeah!

I feel bad about all the compost I ate.

So if you just put this in the garden,

the plants will love it
and then we'll call it square.

If you took that from
Mr. Johnson's car, go put it back.

Yeah.

It's a weird week, huh?

Really? I didn't notice.

Last chance.

What do you say we, uh,
drive away from this place

and never look back?

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

So...

Whatever.

Hey, boss, so the, uh...

new scoreboard looks pretty good, huh?

So I guess that means you sh...
you should sign this.

No.

You're the best free worker
I've ever had.

Come on. I got your car detailed.

I blackmailed a golf course.

I even went the extra mile

and wrote thank-you notes
to all the teachers.

You did what?

They run on insults.

You don't get what
I'm doing here at all.

Get the hell outta my school.

Oh, God. Let's never ask for help again.

Well, I tried to tell yous.

Oh, this week wasn't so bad.

We taught a guy to read.

Jacob, how are you always so optimistic?

Are you kidding me?

We live in the City
of Brotherly Love, my brother.

It's always sunny in...

It is amazing what we were able
to accomplish this week.

I mean, when we got here,
this place was falling apart.

And now... they send children here.

So, it turns out Greg's gay,
uh, which is a bummer.

I do feel bad for Janine, but
that can happen to the short ones.

I got to work the land.

I got to eat some fiber.

Charlie learned to read.

Community service is great.

Crime is worth it. Plain and simple.

I'm ready to get out of here.
This school's haunted.

They play basketball against ghosts.

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