Template:Transcriptbox <poem> [intro] [Three Months earlier] (Anne is biking her way to school) Maggie: Hey, Boobchuy. Whatcha eatin'? A puke bun? [cackles] Anne: It's not a bun, Maggie. It's khao niew bing, a traditional Thai snack made up of rice and coconut milk. My mom made it for me because it's my birthday. Maggie: Oh, happy birthday. Give me that! Anne: Hey! Get your own Thai mom. Sasha: Hey, Margot. Leave her alone. Also, nice guitar solo, Vince. Vince: Yeah! Maggie: Oh, yeah? Or else what? Sasha: Or else you can forget coming to my awesome house party next week. It'll be really sad when the whole class is enjoying the pool without you. Maggie: Aw, jeez, Sash. I was just playin'. Here. Anne: Thanks, dude. Sasha: No worries. You just gotta speak their language. But never mind that. Happy birthday, girl. Both: [Squealing] Anne: Yes! (School bell rings) Sasha: Buzzkill.
Alright, class. Today's your lucky day cause it's Frog Dissection day.
Gross
Look what Marcy found for you in downtown, a musical box with a frog lover.