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The following is a collection of images from the episode "The Write Stuff". ScreenshotsThe Writing Club "And as the footsteps grew louder, he pulled back the curtain, with a shaking hand and saw-  "How was writing club?"  "Sigh. I'm thinking of dropping out."  "To apostrophize, or not to apostrophize, that is the question, and a complex one at that."  "Today, I've got a fun writing assignment for you."   "About the dangers of misusing the semicolon."   "Make sure you're holding the pencil at the proper angle."  "When do we get to actually write?"  "Fundamentals before fun, young lady. Now, let's see your erasing technique."  "Sigh."  "Writing used to be my passion. Now I don't even enjoy pending a simple eulogy."  "Writing isn't about rules, it's about being creative! Getting inspired! Taking risks! Expressing your feelings and ideas!"  "Point is, I am going to talk to your principal." Rita steps in "And between you and me and the flagpole, it is not going well."  "Superintendent Chen, wait. I haven't showed you my new color-coded demerit system."  "I'm giving you a rating of mediocre."   "Principal Huggins, Mrs. Loud is here with some suggestions for the writing club. She's a genuine author."  "Well, if you're such an expert, maybe you should try running it yourself."  "Thank you, Principal Huggins. I won't let you down."  "Maybe I could institute a school wide "no slouching" policy."  "Dombrowski, shoulders back!"   "Let's see. "Common adverb errors. Noun versus pronouns." Snooze."   "Lucy's mom?"  "We've never gone on a field trip."  "Well, I was thinking we can venture out to find some poetic inspiration." Find inspiration anywhere "Now, I want you to take note of everything you see, smell, taste, touch, and hear."   "The way the sour cherry swirls into the black licorice reminds me of a sunset over the cemetery."  "I've heard these sounds before. But I've never really listened."  "Flip. His past may be murky. His tooth may be jerky. But I think he's just quirky. Flip."  "Nice job, Amir."  "Hey, does anyone have a rhyme for "Flippee"?"  "Hippy. Drippy. Mississippi."  "To the new and improved writing club."  "Everyone, pick an animal, then try writing a story through its eyes."  Screaming Lucy-like Goat  "Yes, I sense our connection too."  "Every life can inspire art, Scoots."  "I was born in a stolen ice cream truck. Mother was jonesin' for some rocky road and wasn't taking "No" for an answer."  "So next week's field trip is an extra special one: Open mic Thursday at the Burnt Bean!"   "Thanks, Mom. For everything." Huggins interferes "Today's the day. How's everyone feeling? Nervous? Excited? Little bit of both?"  "Nervous, but zen about it."  "Spare me your pleasantries, Mrs. Loud, I know all about the little field trips you've been taking behind my back."  "No, no, fundamentals before fun! It's all in the book I gave you, which seems to have gone missing."  "I don't believe I asked you for your review. From now on, you will follow said material and keep students in the classroom."  "We don't wanna lose you."  "May I recommend starting on page 40? There's a neat little lesson about plural possessives."      "Let's get outta here!"  The Burnt Bean The Burnt Bean  "Okay, okay, everybody. Let's give it up for Bud Grouse and his poem "My yard, My property." Okay, last call for any more performers in the house."  "Yes! There's a whole van load of talented young writers right here."   "Don't worry. I'll take care of him. Just get up there and perform."  "Well, great. There's a golf cart parking fifty blocks that way."  "Thank you, sir."  "The hot dogs sizzle, the nachos cheese goes plop, in the snack aisle at Flip's, the symphony never stops. Thank you."   "Dang it."   "I'm going to improve your rating from mediocre, to above average."  "Well, sounds like you two should run the club together." Working together "Ooh, I do! How about "flying"?"  Sky Writing. Behind the Scenes
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