Drake and Josh 911

### Scene: Classroom, September 11th, 2001


**[Interior: Classroom, early morning. The class is in the middle of a history lesson. Drake is casually leaning back in his chair, barely paying attention. Josh, on the other hand, is scribbling notes diligently. Robert is sitting quietly, his expression unusually somber. The room is filled with the hum of students chatting and the teacher writing on the board. The old boxy TV in the corner is off, but it’s there, ominously present.]**


**[Suddenly, the intercom crackles to life. The teacher pauses mid-sentence, turning towards the speaker. A solemn voice comes through, announcing that something terrible has happened in New York City. The teacher's face goes pale as she hurriedly walks to the TV and turns it on.]**


**[On the screen, the burning towers come into view. The classroom falls into a stunned silence. Drake’s usual smirk fades, replaced by confusion and concern. Josh stares at the screen, his pen frozen mid-air. Robert, who hasn’t said a word, remains eerily quiet, his eyes fixed on the television.]**


**[The silence is broken by the classroom door slamming open. Megan, panting and wide-eyed, runs in from the middle school. Without a word, she rushes to Robert’s side and clutches his arm, her face buried in his sleeve. The room feels like it’s closing in as the news coverage continues, showing the chaos and destruction unfolding in real-time.]**


**[The camera lingers on the students' faces—shock, fear, disbelief. The tension in the room builds with each passing second. The teacher tries to say something reassuring but falters, her voice cracking.]**


**[Suddenly, Robert stands up. The motion is abrupt, startling everyone. His face is pale, his expression a mix of anger and something deeper. He slowly walks towards the TV, his fists clenched.]**


**Robert:** *[In a voice that cuts through the silence like a knife, his first words of the day]* “What the f*** are we doing?!”


**[The classroom is dead silent. Robert's outburst echoes through the room. He turns to face the camera, his eyes blazing. For the first time, he seems to acknowledge the fourth wall, looking directly into the lens.]**


**Robert:** *[Stepping closer to the camera, his voice rising with each word]* “Really, writers? You’re going to bring this evil into this perfect world? Isn’t this supposed to be a campy kids show?! You’re going to bring this evil to us?! No, restart the episode. Now!”


**[Robert reaches out, grabbing at the camera, his face filling the screen as he shouts. The tension reaches its peak, and then suddenly, the screen flickers.]**


**[The episode rewinds rapidly, the events playing in reverse as if someone hit a VHS tape’s rewind button. The screen glitches and stutters, scenes playing backward, until it stops at the point just before the announcement.]**


**[The classroom is back to normal. The students are chatting, the teacher is writing on the board, and the TV in the corner is off. Everything is exactly as it was before the announcement.]**


**[The teacher turns around, smiling as she begins the lesson.]**


**Teacher:** “Alright, class, let’s dive into today’s topic, shall we?”


**[The camera shifts to Robert, who is still standing, now looking directly into the lens again. His voice is calm but carries a heavy weight.]**


**Robert:** *[With a solemn expression]* “Never forget. Never forgive. The show must go on.”


**[The screen fades to black. The show’s theme music begins to play, but it’s slower, more somber. The credits roll over a black background, with no accompanying scenes.]**


**[End of Episode.]**

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