The old yellow school bus shuddered as Ms. Frizzle shifted into gear. With a sudden pop , the hood elongated into a chrome snout, and the wheels retracted into humming thrusters. Before Ralphie could finish his bag of chips, the bus lunged forward, not onto the street, but through a shimmering rift in the air.
"Bus, take us home!" Ms. Frizzle commanded. With another lurch, the bus splashed back onto the pavement of the school parking lot, looking like an ordinary vehicle once more. The Magic School Bus
As the kids filed out, Ms. Frizzle leaned out the window. "Remember, class: Take chances, make mistakes, and get messy!" The old yellow school bus shuddered as Ms
"I knew I should have stayed home today," Arnold sighed, though even he couldn't hide a small smile at the sight of the glowing newborn solar system. Before Ralphie could finish his bag of chips,
"Class, look!" Ms. Frizzle pointed. "A protostar is forming!"