Unsure why this one took me so long. Other than being mentally and creatively paralyzed because of every single thing happening in this country, I guess.
Back at it.
Inside Blaze Central Command, Brandon and Andrea sit on a table before...
...Mrs. T and her SHOULDER PADS from the set of Big Business, come to caution the Editor-and-Editrix-in-Chief about Back Story darkening the doorway of West Bev: "We had to escort a cameraman off the premises and they have a Winnebago parked on Alcott Drive." Okay, so not on school grounds, but just, like, parked on a patch of grass? Because that's for sure trespassing of some kind, no? To whom does that patch of grass belong? TO WHOMMMMM?
A pre-melting down Brandon nervously asks, "So no one asked for permission?" obviously harkening back to his earlier episode advice to Brenda and the fact that he absolutely knows she absolutely didn't heed it.
And Mrs. T is more than happy to confirm his fears: "No, they did not, probably because they knew we wouldn't give it to them. So, please, put an announcement in the paper that we don't want any students cooperating with these people." Or...you could maybe...make an announcement over the PA, like, immediately? Have DJ Jazzy Dave do it. And how often does The Blaze come out - bi-daily? With The Zuck at its helm, I wouldn't be surprised.
After they assure her that they can squeeze the warning into the next issue and Mrs. T takes her leave, Scary Synth begins and Andrea proclaims, "Ohh, I hate tabloid journalists. They are the sleaziest," undoubtedly thinking back to her gritty, hard-hitting undercover piece about the sordid underbelly of *checks notes* school cafeteria cuisine, which set the high-brow journalistic standards The Blaze prides itself on each and every day. She turns and notices Brandon's semi-stricken face and asks what's up. He's all, "I gotta go talk to Brenda," and bounces.
