Transcription:Fortnite Meets Miss Frizzle


 * Miss Fizzle: Come on, kids! That rave's not gonna rave itself.
 * Gingerbread Girl: You're not our regular party bus driver/drug dealer.
 * Miss Fizzle: Nope, he took some bad molly and chewed off his hand. I'm Miss Frizzle. I'm a substitute driver these days. I used to be a teacher.
 * Guy: What happened?
 * Miss Fizzle: Let's just say, if you shrink down a bunch of 9-year-olds and lose them in a cow's second stomach, they will absolutely get turned into manure.
 * All: Ohh! - Oh.
 * Miss Fizzle: But I still know how to drive a flying bus, so here we go! Hot air balloon We must be in wine country. Let's go grab a frosÃ©.
 * All: No, thank you! What?
 * Miss Fizzle: The bus is out of control! Ah-ha!
 * Guy: What are we supposed to do with these?
 * Miss Fizzle: Take chances. Make mistakes.
 * Girl: What's that island?
 * Miss Fizzle: Jump!
 * Girl: Aah!
 * Monster: Whoa!
 * Girl: Aah!
 * Miss Fizzle: Quick, children, look for supplies.
 * Monster: Why should we trust you?
 * Miss Fizzle: Listen here, you little sardine. Before I was a school bus driver--
 * Girl: Yeah, you turned a bunch of kids into cow turds. We know.
 * Miss Fizzle: And I drove a tour bus for Aerosmith in 1976. That was some heavy shit, man. You wanna talk about herpes-
 * Girl: No, thanks!
 * Miss Fizzle: I'll shrink you down and show you herpes like you've never-- Aah!
 * Girl: Thank you!
 * One-Handed Harry: Take my job, will ya?
 * Girl: It's our old bus driver, two-handed Harry.
 * One-Handed Harry: Not anymore.
 * Monster: Let's celebrate!