Kyle can't get his studies for the Milkweed Admittance test done in time, so he uses a Crib Notes spell to cheat on the test. But the spell winds up turning him into a baby and Fanboy and Chum Chum will do anything in their power to make Kyle fall asleep so the spell can work.
Study Time[]
Kyle's house.
"How am I ever going to pass this test?!?"
Introduction to Spells and Charms
Wandwork 101
Getting Familiar with Familiars
"Oh!"
"I'll never get back into Milkweed!!!"
Who's crashing in?
It's Fanboy and Chum Chum, on their turbo bike.
"WOW!"
"THAT! WAS!"
"THE COOLEST! JUMP!"
"EVER!"
Wait, what's coming out?
Oh, hi Kyle. It's only you.
"What are you doing in the bottom of Snake River Canyon?"
"Well, I was..."
"...studying for the M.A.T.s!"
Kyle, what are the M.A.T.s? We never heard of them.
And a follow-up question: what is "studying"?
"M.A.T.s: The Milkweed Admittance Test."
"Once I pass the exam..."
"...I intend to re-matriculate..."
"...at my Alma Matar..."
"...post-haste."
"Kyle's talking gibberish."
"Sounds like someone's blood sugar is a little low."
"Come on, Chum Chum, let's go make Kyle a study snack."
Off we go!
Okay, I'll accept.
Professor Flan's release[]
"Hope you like leftovers!"
All F&C could find was this container that says...
"Flan".
"FLAN"?!?
"Do not open under any circumstances".
Because Kyle looks real hungry, Fanboy makes an exception.
"No, no, don't open --"
Too late!
Here you go.
WAIT -- The flan is expanding?!
Oh, dear.
This can't be good
There's an arm.
And another.
Here comes a foot!
Flans have eyes? Really?
Oh, boy.
"Well."
"If it isn't..."
"...Kyle Bloodworth-Thomason!"
"Hello, Professor Flan."
"You're looking well."
"No thanks to..."
"...You!"
Kyle Flanworth-Thomason
First,
You turned me into a raspberry flan.
Then,
You stuffed me in a container,
And toss me in the ice box!
I almost expired, I tell you!
"Oh!"
"I was - just simply..."
"Preserving your..."
"...wizardry powers."
"So, that - you know."
"Future generations could -"
"You know, enjoy you..."
"...and taste you."
"Oh, stop kissing my behind!"
"Then, tell your friends to stop nibbling it!"
Kyle, I know all about your plans to get back into Milkweed.
Well...
...I have a plan of my own.
I'll return tomorrow to administer your test.
PERSONALLY!
And you have better get every single question...
...Correct,
Or you...
Will never see the hallways of Milkweed academy...
Again!
The first time we hear Flan's evil laughter.
Oops, so sorry, that happens a lot, nowadays.
There it goes again.
"Where was I?"
"Never mind."
"Good day!"
The Crib Notes Spell[]
"Oh, heavens!"
"I can't possibly get my studies done in time."
"Why not do what we do?"
"Fail."
"Yeah. Then you can stay in Mr. Mufflin's class with us."
"Forever..."
Oldboy and Gruff Gruff
I believe so. Unless...
"Cheat!"
"That's what I need to do."
"I've got it!"
"Crib Notes!"
"Oh, Necronomicon?"
"I need a spell for Crib Notes."
"Crib Notes?!"
"Oh, nononono, dear boy!"
"I won't be parting to cheating."
"It's wrong!"
"WRONG!"
"Oh, rubbish!"
"Shut your holio..."
"...then open your 'folio."
There it is, the Crib Notes spell. Ready, Kyle?
"Cheetah Cheetah Pumpkin Eatah."
"Cribbity Bibbity Oh Whop Bam Notes!"
1...2...aaaannnd...
POOF!
"Hey, Kyle turned into a crib!"
"No I didn't, I'm in here!"
Baby Kyle[]
Something to gasp about
"Kyle."
"You're a baby."
"Oh, no!"
"What happened to me?"
"IF you'd bother to read..."
"You'd see..."
"THAT'S THE WAY THE SPELL WORKS!"
First -- the wizard becomes a baby.
Then -- he must fall asleep in the Enchanted Crib.
Only then, will the Crib Notes appear!
"Well, that's easy enough. Just scootch down with your binky and your blankey..."
"And take the cloud-ferry to Sleepytime Island."
There we go.
"Wahhh, wahhh..."
"WAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!"
"Aww, what's wrong, Baby Kyle?"
"I don't know."
"It seems I'm not suffically..."
"Fatigued."
?!
"Baby Kyle, we can understand your baby gibberish."
"No, we can't."
"I'M NOT TIRED!"
"Maybe baby wants to be helded."
{gasp}
"Does someone want to go uppums?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"I want to be held!"
Up you go.
Whoa! He's unable to balence!
"Careful!"
"I'm trying!"
"He's too slippery. I need baby powder."
"Not baby oil!"
Slip, baby, slip.
Hoppin' on Fanpop
Are You My Chum Chum?
"Would you please put me -- "
"Ah! Is that a chainsaw?"
A major circus act
Here comes the big finish!
Up he goes!
TrapezeChum flies best.
Flame on!
Bearicane!
"TA-DA!!!"
Hole in one...baby, that is.
"You okay there?"
"Crawl it off, Kyle Baby."
Feeding the baby[]
"There, there, Baby Kyle. You'll sleep better when you have a nice, full tummy."
"Okay, open wide! Here comes the airplane!"
"I may be in diapers, but I'm not daft."
"That is a spoon, not an aeroplane."
"I know."
"This is just for directing Chum Chum."
"He's in the airplane."
Airplane?!
Here comes the plane...literally.
"Crocker to Chum Chum."
"You are clear for approach of doctor 2-0-nighter over."
"Copy that, Grandcook. Targets in sight, arming the payload."
Ready...
Aim...
"We are target lock."
"Commence feeding."
"Oh, no. Nono, no!"
FIRE!!!
"AHH! Make him stop! MAKE HIM STOP!!!"
"We're gonna have to abort mission. Target is being fussy, I repeat, abort."
"I can't pull up! I'm going dooooown!"
Uh-oh
Dodge it!
{CRASH}
"Sorry, sarge. Looks like I missed my target."
"At ease, Chum Chum. We still got plan bravo."
"We are go for choo-choo train."
Choo-choo train?
Here comes the train! Again, literally.
Even babies can scream like that
Literally "rocking" the baby to sleep[]
A complitly insane baby
"Just...conjure the Crib Notes and ha, you'll pass the test."
"M.A.T.s."
"Kyle, you'll never go to sleep if you keep twitching like that."
"When I was a baby, I liked to be rocked to sleep."
"Rock to sleep!"
"Of cour-r-rse!"
"It's so obvious!"
"Hello, Kyle's Cr-ib-ah!"
A stage in the basement
"Are you ready..."
"...to get rocked-tah?!?"
"Oh, please! No!"
Begin song!
Knockout
"Yaaaaaah!"
Big solo
"Ahhhhhhh!"
HIGH KICK!
"Please, no! Oh, be careful! Please, don't drop me!"
"Kyle, waaaalalalalalalowa feeling sleepy yet?!? Ah!"
Huh?
Kyle?
Oh, no.
"Uh, could someone pass the baby back to the stage, please? Baby back to the stage, thank you, rock on."
Here you go.
"Someone stole my pacifier!"
"I'm on everyone, woohoo!"
OK, here's the big finish!
Great song!
"It worked, Kyle's finally asleep."
"Okay, be real quiet."
"You got it, be real quiet on three."
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THREE!"
Next song!
"Gotta be real quiet, Kyle's trying to sleep! Trying to get, trying to get, trying to get to Milkweed!"
"Gotta be real quiet, gotta hush to sleep!"
The Crib Notes Spell's Effect[]
They rock til morning.
Wake up, Kyle!
"You did it! You slept for five minutes! Feel refreshed?"
"Wow. You had some growth spurt."
Too big to fit inside, now
"Huh? What?!"
"I'M BACK TO NORMAL!"
"That must mean the Crib Notes are here!"
Here's a rattle.
A book in the crib?
Eww, a diaper.
"Not here!"
"But they've got to be!"
"I fell asleep in the crib, and --"
"BEBEBA."
BABA, ABA."
"CACA, DADA, BABABA."
"Are you okay, normal-sized Kyle?"
"I'm talking like a baby!!"
"How am I going to take the test without passing off talking like a --"
"BABA!"
"CACA!"
"Like a baby?!"
"Wait a minute, Kyle."
"Say that again."
"GAGADA!"
"BABA!"
"That's not baby talk."
"Those are test answers!"
"BA?!"
Kyle's sheet before being worked on
"BA, BACA."
"B-A-C-A. Oh, I see."
Passed, but short-lived[]
Flan's back to grade.
Question 1: Correct. Question 2: Correct. Question 3: Correct. Question 4: Correct!
"It would seem you have answered EVERY QUESTION..."
"Correctly."
"I did it!"
"Milkweed,"
"Here I come!"
Enjoying his third maniacal laugh of the series
And when I finally complete my studies
And become the most powerful pre-teen wizard this world has ever seen,
I shall use my skills to
turn you
into a plum pudding.
As I originally intended.
HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, FATTY-FAT, FLANNY-FLAN?
HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Professor Flan chuckling
"However --"
"It seems that in taking the exam..."
"You failed to use..."
"A No. 2 Wand."
Huh?
"Thereby, rendering all your correct answers --"
"Null and void."
"READMITTANCE..."
That's such a huge stamp.
"DENIED!!! HAHAHA!"
An upset Kyle
"Ohohohohoho, that felt good."
"I do so look forward to..."
"...denying you again in the future, Kyle."
"Fatty-fatty-flanny-flan...OUT!"
That glaze looks delicious.
"Aww, poor Kyle. Let's cheer him up."
You're right! Let's cheer him up on three."
"ONE, TWO, THREE!"
And yet another song begins.
"Let's cheer him up, he's feeling real down! Cause I gotta do, cause I'm after me in north town! He's got, he's got, he's got..."
"He's never getting..."
"OUT!!!"
"Ah."
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