From the Morgan household in Abington, PA on 8/20/09:

 

MRS. MORGAN:  Looks like you got some mail from your school, honey!

JIMMY:  All right!  Let’s see who I have!  Aw!  Mr. Sabatini!!!

MRS. MORGAN:  What’s wrong, dear?

JIMMY:  He’s the worst of the fourth grade teachers!  He’s a grumpy old man who hates kids.  Two hours of homework every night!  No sense of humor.  So mean!   Hates recess!  Makes you do push-ups in front of everybody if you goof off at all.  Nuts!  Hey, let me call some friends and see who they have!  (He picks up the phone and dials.)

ZACH:  Hello?

JIMMY:  Zach!  It’s Jimmy!  Just found out I have Mr. Sabatini.  Who did you get?

ZACH:  Miss Hornblower.

JIMMY:  Nuts!  Gotta go.  I have another call coming in.  Hello?

MIKE:  Hey Jimmy!  I got Miss Hornblower!  Who’d you get?

JIMMY:  Mr. Sabatini.  Nuts!  I’ll talk to ya later.  (Hangs up and dials again.)

EDDIE:  Hello?

JIMMY:  Eddie!  It’s Jimmy.  Mr. Sabatini?

EDDIE:  Hornblower.  Joey, Logan and Trevor all got Hornblower, too.

JIMMY:  What?!  Nuts!  I have another call coming in.  Hello?

MADISON:  Hello, Jimmy.

JIMMY:  Uh…hi…Madison.

MADISON:  I missed you this summer.

JIMMY:  Uh…really?  Gosh…I…

MADISON:  Did you get Mr. Sabatini?

JIMMY:  YES!  Yes, I did get Mr. Sabatini!!!

MADISON:  That’s a shame.  I got Miss Hornblower.  (JIMMY hangs up angrily.)

JIMMY:  I don’t believe this!  None of my friends got Sabatini!  What the heck?

(Doorbell rings.  JIMMY drags his feet as he walks to the front door and answers it.  MR. SABATINI is standing there holding a yard stick and six-inch thick book.)

SABATINI:  Hello…Morgan!  Looks like it’s just you ‘n’ me this year!  Two hours of homework every night!  No recess!  No one to goof off with cause they all got Miss Hornblower!  Boo ha ha ha!!!

JIMMY:  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

(JIMMY feels himself falling backwards in slow motion as consciousness fades seamlessly to black.  JIMMY then opens his eyes and realizes he’s lying down.)

JIMMY:  Thank God…it was only a dream!

SABATINI:  No, it wasn’t, Morgan. 

(JIMMY jumps to his feet in disbelief.)

SABATINI:  You just passed out here in your foyer.  Now drop and give me twenty!!!

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