Substitute 11
Do you have what I ask
To control your class?
Are you up to the task?
I must now implore you
To use every wit
But the ten that came before you
Are no longer it
Can you settle them down?
This is all that I ask
Are you up to the task?
...In his never ending recurring nightmare, Substitute 11 is passed out head down on his desk, an empty Whiskey bottle in his hand
The classroom is also empty as children are running out of the building in to the neighboring community - camera soaring to birds' eye view
End credit song blaring
"Substitute 11, come in
Substitute 11, can you hear me?"
"Substitute 11, come in
Substitute 11, can you hear me?"
"Substitute 11, come in
Substitute 11, can you hear me?"
