Mrs. Janewski visits Little Billie's desk in the fourth row.
Gee, Billy, what's wrong? You seem a little..out of sorts.
I don't know. I feel tense and sad.
That's not good. Are you eliminating effectively?
Yes. Your BM's. Your bowel movements--how are they?
Well, it's funny you mention. I haven't been able to have one for a while. I love my turds so much--I don't want to let them go.
You know Billie, that's pretty common. It's called being anal compulsive. Sometimes there are good things. Like the way you keep your tidy. Or the way you're so good at saving money.
I saved enough to get a new bike last week!
Yes, that's great. But it's important to know when to let go.
Like that song about 'The Gambler'?
Ha. Yes, like that song about the gambler.
Later. The bathroom. Billie's looking down into the bowl, a tear in his eye. His teacher forces open the stall door.
Mrs. Janewski! What are you doing here? I was just--
It's okay Billie. I know. You were just...trying to say goodbye.
Yes. I'm going to miss this little guy so much. He took so long to make!
Yes, that's why I brought all your friends along. Come in everybody!
All Billie's friends fill the tiny stall.
Hey Jake. Hey Todd. Hey Sara. Hey Kimberly.
Everybody, I'd like us all to look at Billie's B.M. Isn't it terrific.
Wow. Cool. Great. It's nice and tight.
Billie beams with pride.
Now we all have to help Billie do something very difficult.
What's that Mrs. J.?
Billie has to say goodbye to his B.M.
Sort of. Billie's B.M. has to sleep with the fishes and fertilize fields and pastures. But he can have another one tomorrow--if he works real hard.
Goodbye, little turd. I'll miss you.
Everyone joins in.
Is it time, Billy?
I think it's finally time, Mrs. J.
Each lends a hand to pull the handle and flush. We see the turd wisked cleanly away. Montage of happy fish and waving seaweed. Billy beams.
Thanks Mrs. J. I feel much better now.
And I'm going to start right away saving for a nice big turd for tomorrow!
Smells like you're halfway there.
That's enough, Todd McCarthy. How many times have I told you?
But Billy smells like an old ham sandwich!
Enough! Now apologize.
Sorry Mrs. J. Sorry Billy.
Okay, everyone, back to class. Who wants graham crackers?
Me! Me! Oh me!
Next week on "If Freud Were Right": Why Sara's Angry She Doesn't Have a Penis.