Danny yanks Dash's underwear up and over his head, and dumps the frogs into his pants. Dash's head tears through his underwear, and he cries out in pain as he hops down the hallway.
Danny chuckles to himself. Cut to locker 724, which begins to glow green as Poindexter speaks from within once more.
Poindexter: Bullies! (Suddenly phases halfway out of the locker door.) Hey! I'm free! Finally, the doorway's been opened! (Notices Danny laughing.) You think that's funny, buster?
Danny: (Notices Poindexter floating next to him.) Huh? What? You can see me?
Poindexter: Yeah, that's right, bub. Now leave that poor kid alone.
Danny: (Turns fully visible.) What? Oh. (Laughs.) Oh, man. That's good. Man, do you ever have it backwards.
Poindexter: Don't hand me that jazz, Clyde. You're the bully from where I'm standing.
Danny: (Points at his feet.) Uh, floating.
Poindexter: Uh, okay. Floating. Let's see how (Raises arms and hands begin to glow green.) you like getting bullied.
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