[Back at the community park, chaos reigns as kids attempt to assemble a holiday float. The ever-formal Miss Kid, clipboard in hand, surveys the scene like a military general preparing for war.]

Miss Kid (clapping her hands, voice sharp): Attention, gentlemen and ladies! Today is the designated day for our task. It is my explicit wish that you proceed with the collection of the wood in an orderly and efficient manner.

[She points to a scraggly tree in the distance as several boys stand awkwardly, unsure of what to do.]

Miss Kid: Kindly take precisely nine steps, sir, toward the specified location, retrieve the axe, and apply it to the tree with a singular, forceful motion to ensure the desired outcome is achieved. This is not complicated, gentlemen. Move your asses!

[One boy, looking unimpressed, mutters under his breath.] Boy: Jesus Christ