fandomhigh | Beaker No/Beaker Yes!, Friday, February 16, 2024

Class today was being held in the Danger Shop, which was looking suspiciously like the Hall of Presidents at Walt Disney World. Probably because it was programmed to look like the Hall of Presidents at Walt Disney World. Of course, Beaker was involved so it was likely it wasn’t exactly like the actual Hall of Presidents.

“Hello, class!” Sam boomed out. “Today we shall be learning about a very important holiday celebrated in this great country on the third Monday of every February! Presidents’ Day!”

Not a holiday celebrated with fireworks, Beaker.

Every holiday could be celebrated with fireworks if you're not a coward, Sam. Beaker had chosen to celebrate this illustrious day of presidents by dressing as everyone's favorite president: Zachary Taylor.

…it was a deep cut.

"Meep meep meep meep meep," Beaker said, possibly quoting Zachary Taylor.

“He never said that,” Sam snapped. Sam did not know this for a fact.

“Presidents’ Day is, of course, meant to celebrate two of the greatest presidents in our history! George Washington and Abraham Lincoln! The others are all fine upstanding gentlemen as well!”

Were they Sam? Were they really?

"Meep meep meep," Beaker snorted. "Meep."

That was very mean and true about one of the presidents, Beaker.

“In honor of the holiday and these wonderful leaders of our country we shall be watching the presentation in this hallowed Hall of Presidents!”

Surely nothing would go wrong or explode in here! It was a Disney attraction!

That was so weirdly optimistic of you given the entire history of this class, Sam. Cue the lights! Cue the music! The 1812 Overture was patriotic enough, right? And all of the presidents were now holding sparklers because Beaker was a helper!

He could use a helper of his own to get the cannons in before their big moment, though. Anyone? Anyone?

"Beaker no! No cannons!” Sam exclaimed. “You might hurt the presidents!”

Flinging his patriotically outfitted self at the cannons would end well! The problem would be solved!

Oh, look confetti! Well, it was a small break from fire suppressant foam until the Trump figure caught fire and started to melt…

Just another Friday in Fandom.