Nice Jacketby MPE ’06–’11

Ever since Billy got his new brown leather jacket, his life has been turned upside down.

Teacher: Anyone know the answer?
(Billy raises his hand)
Teacher: Yes, the brown jacket with its sleeve in the air.
Billy: Uh, seventy-six?
Teacher: Not bad, kid. Not bad at all.
(Classroom murmur)
Teacher: Wait, I’m sorry did you say seventy-six? No, that’s wrong. Say, can I try on your jacket?

Spike: Hey twerp, you better have finished my homework.
Billy: (Puts on his jacket) Spike, I didn’t have time to—
Spike: Whoa, I don’t want no trouble mister! (Turns around and runs off)
Friend: Man, it’s almost like your jacket scared him away—
Billy: Get away from me, nerd. I’m different now.

Billy: What are you doing with my jacket in your mouth?
Melinda: Oh, I was just, uh, polishing up the zipper.
Billy: Gross…

Gang Leader: Meet us tonight at the waterfront, and bring the jacket.
Billy: Is there a fight?
Gang Leader: There might be. But also swimming.

Billy: Mom, have you seen my jacket?
Mom: Not now, Billy. Your father’s car is missing. Where is your father?