Trunchbull I need a car that is inexpensive, but reliable. Can you service me?
As a matter of speaking, yes. Welcome to Wormwood Motors. Harry Wormwood, owner, founder, whatever.
Trunchbull Agatha Trunchbull, principal, Crunchem Hall Elementary School. I warned you, sir. I want a tight car, because I'm on a tight ship.
Trunchbull My school is a model of discipline. "Use the rod, beat the child". That's my motto.
Trunchbull Do you have any brats for yourself?
Yeah, I got a boy, Mikey, and one mistake, Matilda.
Trunchbull They're all mistakes, children. Filthy and nasty things. I'm glad I never was one.
Uh-huh. Well, since you're an educator, I'm gonna make you a great deal.
Trunchbull You'd better.
Let's do business. Thank you. Enjoy it. [hands the Trunch the keys to the car]
Hey, you. You're going to school.
First thing tomorrow. [Matilda runs up to Harry and gives him a hug] Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay. You'll get a real education at this place.
Matilda had always wanted to go to school, because she loved to learn. She tried to imagine what her new school would be like.
She pictured a lovely building surrounded by trees, and flowers and swings. Well, there was a building… And children, so regardless of what Crunchem Hall looked like, she was happy to be there. After all, any school's better than no school at all, isn't it?
Trunchbull [all shriek as Trunchbull approaches out the school doors and slowly walks down the stairs while suspenseful music plays]
You, detention. You're too small. Grow up quicker. Heads up. Shoulders back. Stomachs in. Stand up straight.
Trunchbull Detention for you.
That's okay. It's much better than being out there.
Trunchbull Too pink!
No. That's the principal, Miss Trunchbull.
[another girl, Hortensia, appears]
You squirts better skedaddle. I'm not kidding. The Trunchbull likes to snap a whip in there to see who's trying to hide.
Trunchbull Stomach in! Change those socks! Too pink!
Lavender. [she shakes hands with Matilda]
She doesn't really hit children with that riding crop, does she?
No. It's mostly for scare. What she does is worse. Like yesterday, in the second grade, the Trunchbull makes a weekly visit to every classroom, to show the teachers a thing or two about handling kids. And Julius Rottwinkle ate two M&Ms during her lesson.
[A flashback of Julius shows him sneaking M&Ms as the Trunch squeezes his cheeks to make him spit them out, the rest of the students gasp as the Trunch then picks him up and throws him out the window.]
And she caught him?
After being thrown out the window? Of course he wasn't okay. He lived, if that's what you mean.
The Trunchbull used to be in the Olympics: Shot-put, javelin, hammer throw. The hammer throw was her specialty.
So she does this all the time?
Better than being put in "The Chokey".
Yeah, the Chokey. [the camera zooms in on the Chokey as Hortensia explains] It's a tall, narrow hole in a wall behind a door. You have to stand in a drippy pipe with jagged edges, and the walls have broken glass with nails sticking out.
Trunchbull [locks a girl in the Chokey]
Get inside, you festering ball of pus!
I've been in there twice. Sometimes she leaves you in there all day.
[screen fades to white, then to Matilda]
Didn't you tell your parents?
They didn't believe me. I mean, would your parents believe it?
Trunchbull [Matilda thinks about this for a minute as the screen pans to Miss Trunchbull]
Sixty lines after school: "I must obey Miss Trunchbull."
[screen pans to Matilda]
No.
Trunchbull Out of my way!
Trunchbull [notices Matilda]
Ah. Mmm... Fresh meat!
Trunchbull Amanda Thripp.
Trunchbull What are those? [referring to her pigtails]
[in between tears]
What's what, Miss Trunchbull?
Trunchbull Hanging down by your ears.
[in between tears]
You mean my pigtails?
Trunchbull Are you a pig, Amanda?
[in between tears]
No, Miss Trunchbull.
Trunchbull Do I allow pigs in my school?
My mommy thinks they're sweet.
Trunchbull Your mommy... is a twit! You are chop those off before school tomorrow or I will...
Trunchbull Come on! But! "But"? Did you say "but"?
[whispering]
Hammer throw.
Trunchbull I'll give you "but"!
G Girl
[she picks Amanda up and swings her around by her pigtails]
Good loft.
Think she'll make the fence?
A All
[Amanda makes the fence lands in some flowers which she scoops up] [cheering]
Trunchbull Quiet! Get to class before I throw you all in the Chokey.
Lavender, what's my teacher like?
Trunchbull Run, run, run! Faster. Get in. Quickly!
But Matilda's teacher, Miss Honey, was one of those remarkable people who appreciates every single child for who he or she is.
[the scene cuts to Ms. Honey's classroom]
I scooped these up for you, Miss Honey.
Oh, how lovely. Thank you, Amanda. Okay, listen up, everybody. Have a new student with us today. This is Matilda Wormwood. I'd like you to sit here with Lavender. All right, could you get her workbook for her, please?
Miss Honey was a wonderful teacher, and a friend to everyone. But her life was not as simple and beautiful as it seemed. Miss Honey had a deep, dark secret. And though it caused her great pain, she didn't let it interfere with her teaching.
Well, Matilda. You've come on a very good day, because we're going to review everything we've learned so far. Now, it's all right if you don't know or understand any of this, because you're brand new, but if you do know an answer, just raise your hand. Okay, now we've been working on our two-times tables. Would anyone like to demonstrate? [all raise their hands] Okay. Let's do some together. Two times four is?
Excellent. You've been practicing. Pretty soon you'll be able to do any multiplication, whether it's two times 7?
Very good. Or 13 times 379.
Four thousand, nine hundred, and twenty-seven.
I think that's the answer. 13 times 379. Four nine two seven.
[Miss Honey sits down and checks Matilda’s math.]
It is.
Matilda, you know how to multiply big numbers?
I read this book last year in mathematics at the library.
What do you like to read?
Everything. But lately I've been reading Darles Chickens. [Corrects herself] I mean, Charles Dickens. I could read him every day.
So could I. All right, everyone. Take out your workbooks. Let's start with section three. I'll be back in a moment.
Trunchbull [throws a handful of darts at pictures on the dartboard on the back of her door]
Yippee! Gotcha right in the neck! And you... [Jenny knocks on the door] Come in, come in, whoever you are. Almost got you. Good to see ya, Jen. Good. Good. Good. Time for one of our little heart-to-hearts?
Actually, it's about the new girl in my class, Miss Trunchbull. Matilda Wormwood.
Trunchbull Her father says she's a real wart. [As she pours a glass of water] A carbuncle. A blister. A festering pustule of malignant ooze.
Oh, no. Matilda Wormwood is a very sweet girl, and very bright.
Trunchbull A bright child?
Yes. She can multiply large sums in her head.
Trunchbull So can a calculator.
Well, I think she might be happier in an older, and more advanced class.
Trunchbull Ahh! I knew it. You can't handle the little viper, so you're trying to foist her off onto one of the other teachers.
No, no,no, Miss Truncubull.
Trunchbull Yes! Typical! Slothful! Cowardice! Listen to me, Jen. [picks up a shot-put ball and throws it at the door] The distance the shot-put goes depends upon the effort you put into it. Perspiration! If you can't handle the little brat, I'll lock her up in the chokey!
Trunchbull Get it?
Trunchbull One day, Jen, you'll see that everything I do is for your own good and the good of those putrescent little children!
Trunchbull Hop to! Hippity hop! The entire school will go to the assembly room immediately. SIT! [kids sit down]
Trunchbull [hits rod against left hand twice]
Bruce Bogtrotter. [students gasp as screen zooms to Bruce] Would little Brucey come up here, please?
Uh-oh. He lives on my block.
Trunchbull This boy, Bruce Bogtrotter, is none other than a vicious sneak thief. You're a disgusting criminal, aren't you?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Trunchbull Cake. Chocolate cake. You slithered like a serpent into the school kitchen and ate my personal snack! [its rod at Bruce] Do you deny it? Confess.
Well, it's hard for me to remember a specific cake.
Trunchbull This one was mine, and it was the most scrumptious cake in the entire world.
Trunchbull It is, is it? How can you be sure unless you have another piece? Sit down, Bog. [taunting him with the piece of cake] Here we go. Smells chocolatey, eh? Now, eat it.
I don't want any, thank you.
Trunchbull EAT IT!
She wouldn't give him cake.
Trunchbull [Bruce has eaten the piece of cake she gave him]
You look like you enjoyed that, Brucey.
Trunchbull You must have some more.
Trunchbull But you'll hurt cook's feelings. Cookie. [Cookie uncovers the whole cake, from which a slice had been cut] She made this cake just for you to have on your very own. Her sweat and blood went into this cake. And you will not leave this platform until you have consumed the entire confection!
C Cookie
Entire confection. See ya at lunch.
Trunchbull Thank you, Cookie.
C Cookie
Rotten kids. [walks away]
Trunchbull You wanted cake, you got cake. Now eat it!
[The children gasp]
Poor Brucey. He's going to puke. I can't look. Is he going to puke?
Trunchbull Give up?
[stands up and encourages Bruce to finish the cake]
You can do it, Brucey!
[the other kids join in]
Yeah, you can do it!
S Students
Bruce! Bruce! Bruce! Bruce! Bruce! Bruce! Bruce! Bruce! Bruce! Bruce! [excited clamoring]
Trunchbull Silence!
Trunchbull Silence! Stop! Silence! Stop!
YEEEEEAH! YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!
Trunchbull [Agatha puts her arms out, then breaks the plate on Bruce's head, making him burp and the kids laugh]
Shut up! The entire assembly will stay five hours after school and copy from the dictionary! Any children who object will go straight into the chokey together!
With the FBI watching her father and the Trunchbull terrorizing her school, it was a rare and happy moment when Matilda could just play with her friends.
[Lavender catches something while the children are hanging out at a creek]
A frog, a frog, a frog!
[Later, they take a closer look at Lavender's catch]
It's a salamander.
It's a newt. [reading from a book] "Any of the small semi-aquatic salamanders from the genus Triturus".
[also reading]
"Some are brightly colored and secrete irritating substances."
Trunchbull How could you keep going, you useless, flaming CAR?! Wormwood! [screen pans to Lavender getting inside and Matilda opening her mouth surprised, looking at Trunchbull] Sell me a lemon?! You're heading for the chokey, young lady!
Trunchbull Teach you a lesson!
Trunchbull You and your father think you can make a fool out of me!
Trunchbull The guy with the stupid haircut!
I'm nothing like my father.
Trunchbull You're the spitting image. The apple never rots far from the tree!
[Trunchbull Matilda in the Chokey, makes her stay in there after school for an hour, and locks her inside.] [while Matilda is kicking and screaming in the Chokey wanting to be free the scene cuts from the Chokey to Matilda's classroom]
Miss Honey!!!!!
Miss Trunchbull teaches our class today, Lavender. Please get a water pitcher.
Shh! No, quickly. She'll be here any second. Come on. Oh, make sure the water's cold, Lavender. [Lavender pours the glass with the newt into the pitcher]
Vinny, cover the fish. Put away the art projects. Put away anything colorful. Oh Charley, won't you get those crayons for me?
Most great ideas come from hard work and careful planning. Of course, once in a while, they just jump out at you.
Rayna. Rayna. Cover the birds and the beetles. Hurry! Hurry! I hear her coming! Okay now. Last time, some of you forgot yourselves. Don't speak unless you're spoken to. Don't laugh. Don't smile. Don't even breathe loudly.
Trunchbull [hits her rod against her hand while Lavender is holding a water glass and jug]
Don't breathe at all.
Good morning, Miss Trunchbull.
S Students
Good morning, Miss Trunchbull.
Trunchbull SIT!!!! [hits rod against her hand again] Shoo. I have never been able to understand why small children are so disgusting. They're the bane of my life. They're like insects.
[Lavender sticks out her tongue]
Where's Matilda?
Trunchbull They should be got rid of as early as possible. Fsht! My idea of a perfect school is one in which there are no children... at all. [laughs]
Trunchbull [Miss Honey looks and sees that Matilda isn’t there. She mouths to Lavender to ask where Matilda is. Lavender puts her hands to her throat to signal that she's in the Chokey]
Do you agree, Miss Honey?
Trunchbull [Miss Honey nods yes as she leaves the room to free Matilda.] [turns back to the boy]
Now. You, front of the class!
[Screen pans to Miss Honey opening the door to the Chokey]
Are you okay?
Trunchbull [Miss Honey rescues Matilda and hugs her] [while grabbing a boy by the legs]
Next time I tell you to empty your pockets, you'll do it faster, won't you?!
Trunchbull Miss Honey, this might be the most interesting thing you've ever done! [Miss Trunchbull drops the boy] Sit down, you squirming worm of vomit!
Thank you, Miss Trunchbull.
Trunchbull Get up!! Can you spell?
Miss Honey taught us how to spell a long word yesterday. We can spell "difficulty".
Trunchbull You couldn't spell 'difficulty' if your life depended on it.
She taught us with a poem.
Trunchbull A poem. How sweet. What poem would that be?
S Students
Mrs. D. Mrs. I. Mrs. F - F - I. Mrs. C. Mrs. U. Mrs. L - T - Y.
Trunchbull Why are all these women married?! Mrs. D? Mrs. I? You're supposed to be teaching spelling, not poetry! I cannot for the life of me understand why small children take so long to grow up. I think they do it deliberately, just to annoy me. What's funny? Come on. Spit it out. Speak up. I like a joke as well as the next fat person.
Trunchbull [She looks down and sees the newt. The children laugh]
It's a snake! It's a snake! It's a snake! One of you tried to poison me! Who? Oh, Matilda. I knew it.
I just thought you'd like to know, it's not a snake. It's a newt.
Trunchbull What did you say?
It's a newt, Miss Trunchbull.
Trunchbull Stand up, you villainous sack of goat slime! You did this!
Trunchbull Did you act alone, or did you have accomplices?
Trunchbull You didn't like the chokey, did you? Thought you'd pay me back, didn't you? Well, I'll pay you back, young lady.
For what, Miss Trunchbull?
Trunchbull For this newt, you pissworm!
I'm telling you, I didn't do it!
Trunchbull Besides, even if you didn't do it, I'm going to punish you, because I'm big and you're small, and I'm right, and you're wrong. And there's nothing you can do about it. You're a liar and a scoundrel, and your father's a liar and a cheat! You're the most corrupt low-lifes in the history of civilization. Am I wrong? I'm never wrong. In this classroom, in this school, I am God!
Trunchbull [Splash! The glass tips over and the newt lands on Trunchbull, she panics trying to shake it off, everyone in the class laughs]
You!
Trunchbull You did this!
How could she possibly have done it when she was sitting way over here?
Trunchbull I'll be watching you. Each and every one of you. When you turn the corner. When you go to your little cubbies to get your smelly little coats. When you skip merrily to lunch. I'll be watching you. All of you, and especially you!
Best friends don't tell. She can really dance.
Trunchbull Woof!
Trunchbull [while shaking keyring]
Back, back, back. Back! Back from me.
Black cats. She's very superstitious.
Trunchbull Go! Rrr rrr rrr rrr! Grrrrr! Meow! [Trunchbull kicks the cat, and it scampers away]
Hopefully. [Trunchbull drives the car] Let's go get your treasures.
Well, she's gone. Come on!
Trunchbull Come on. Move, you piece of junkyard fodder. Uh, shift, you-- No, no. Oof, ooh, ah!
Woah. My house… Oh my! My father's portrait used to hang there.
Whoever painted the Trunchbull must have had a strong stomach. A really strong stomach!
Trunchbull [yelling at she turns the car backwards]
Back! Ooh, ooh, back! Back! Yeah! [starts pulling the car]
We should go. [spots the chocolate box] My father's chocolate box. After supper, he'd take a chocolate, cut it in half, and he'd always give me the bigger half. When he died, Aunt Trunchbull would count them, so I couldn't even sneak one. She'd take a chocolate, raise it to her lips, and say…
Trunchbull Much too good for children.
Upstairs. Matilda! Matilda.
Trunchbull [Trunchbull is seen dragging her car to her house]
Uh, you! Uh... Uh! You! Uh... Crush the little weevil!
This is my room. That's my dad.
Magnus. I used to call him "King Magnus", and he called me "Bumblebee".
I don't think Magnus killed himself.
Trunchbull [on phone]
WORMWOOD!!!!!! [Matilda and Miss Honey gasp] You useless used-car salesman scum! I want you around here now with another car! Yes. I know what 'caveat emptor' means, you low-life liar! I'm gonna sue you, I'm gonna burn down your showroom, and I'm gonna take that no-good jalopy and SHOVE IT UP YOUR BAZOOKA! When I'm finished with you, you're gonna look like roadkill! You what…? Haha! You...
[Screen pans to the box of chocolates, Trunchbull puts the lid back on then slides the lid under her nose to sniff it]
Come on.
Shouldn't we hide or something?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go, go to the end of that hallway, down the stairs, and out the kitchen door. I'll distract her.
Trunchbull Who's in my house?! Hmph! Come on, fight like a man!
[gasps as she peeks out] [Matilda hears a rattling noise coming down the stairs leading into the kitchen and becomes nervous that the Trunch has caught her, Miss Honey comes down the stairs and Matilda breathes a sigh of relief]
Come on, come on. [they run into the basement and look for a way out, they try for the cellar doors, but the doors are locked with a chain and padlock] Come on, over there.
Trunchbull [in the basement wielding her shot put, looking for Miss Honey and Matilda]
Some rats are gonna die today. Huh? [hears a small window closing, runs to the cellar door and pulls the chain and padlock off, she then emerges from the basement swinging the shot put as Matilda ducks trying not to be seen, She swings the shot put at a statue and looks around, then turns around and screams in anger as she heads back into the house]
Feel my heart. Weren't you the most scared you've ever been in your whole life?
She shouldn't be allowed to treat people like that. Somebody's got to teach her a lesson. We'll wait until she leaves again, then we'll go get your doll.
Come here. Matilda, promise me you will never go back in that house again.
[Zinnia is talking to Bill and Bob]
So, he came home with 2,000 dollars cash, and he threw it up in the air, and we both swam in it like we were both on the "Million Dollar Sticky". Do you like that show?
That was the old days. Now we've got money in banks all over this planet, and does he give me a dime?
[Zinnia has been entertaining the FBI agents]
Matilda, this is Bob and Bill.
They're not cops, they're Ace powerboat salesmen.
[entering]
Baby-cakes, I'm starved.
[sees the agents and looks appalled]
Who are you? What is this, a hot tub party? Get the hell out of here! I slave all day, I come home, you're entertaining a couple of surfer dude bodybuilders!
You interested in timeshare?
[Harry slams the door on him]
You don't let me talk to people! I live in a cage, Harry! I need to talk to somebody besides those stupid kids!
Oh, yeah?! Well, a man is entitled to come home and find dinner on the table, without having to wade through a convention of male strippers!
Shut up and leave us alone!
Yell at you? I'll come in there and pound your miserable hide! What do I have to do to gain respect around here?! I'm gonna give you a tanning like you've never had in your life! My word is my law! You understand?! Law! [Matilda magically closes the door]
No kid likes being yelled at, but it was precisely Harry's ranting and raving that gave Matilda the key to her power. To unlock that power, all she had to do was practice.
[A series of flashbacks are shown.]
You're a little cheat. (…You're a Wormwood. It's time you started acting like one! …) What are you, stupid?!? I'm smart, you're dumb. I'm big, you're little.
Trunchbull The apple never rots far from the tree.
I think there's something wrong with that girl.
I'm right, you're wrong. And there's nothing you can do about it.
Hey, dip face, here's your book. [Throws book at Matilda]
You're a Wormwood! It's time you started acting like one! (Time you started acting like one!)
Trunchbull [Miss Honey hides the doll behind her back]
I will be teaching your class today.
In the time it took Miss Honey to get very, very nervous, Matilda had formulated a plan.
She is really raving mad.
What is it your father used to call you? Hummingbird?
Bumblebee. I'm sure she knows the doll's missing.
And he called her Trunchbull?
No. I suppose he called her Agatha. Yeah.
And she called him Magnus? Right?
Yeah. Yes. …Maybe I could go back to the house and put the doll back while she's still at school. Oh, no. I can't do that.
Calm down, Miss Honey. Really. It's going to be okay. I promise.
Sweetheart, you promised you wouldn't go back into that house again.
I didn't. I was on the garage roof. I did it with my powers.
Okay. On the garage roof With your powers. I need to think. Let's see. Powers? [Matilda is making the water pitcher levitate; Miss honey keeps pushing it down]
Mm. Hmm. I think I've got them down. Watch this. [She makes it levitate once more as Miss Honey swipes her hand under it] No more Miss Nice Girl!
Trunchbull Get inside! Inside! Quickly, run! Run! Run! Get against the wall! Against that wall. Quickly! Don't make me wait. Water! And hold the newt. Join the ranks! Move! I am here to teach you all a lesson! Sometimes in life, horrible and unexplainable things happen. These things are a test of character, …and I have character! …Form a line across the room, quickly! Run! Run! Run! Don't keep me wait-ing! Fill this gap! I expect you're wondering what I'm talking about, hmm? Yes. A child came to my house. I don't know how. I don't know when. I don't know why. [Holding Matilda’s red hair ribbon]
Trunchbull No, you may not. But I know a child came. So, did you know it was illegal to enter someone's home without their permission?
S Students
Yes, Miss Trunchbull.
Trunchbull Stand up straight! Stomach in! Shoulders back!
Trunchbull Do any of you recognize... this? Let's play a little game, shall we? Who was wearing a pretty red hair ribbon yesterday [tauntingly holding it in front of Matilda] and isn't wearing one today? Can you answer me that? Who does this disgusting ribbon belong to?!!? [Throwing it on the ground and spitting on it] I shall personally see to it, that the demented, slime-breathed, little Lilliputian who owns this DISGUSTING ribbon… will never see the light of day again! YOU!!!! [pointing at Matilda]
Miss Trunchbull, I was the one who was at your house last night. I know that I--
Trunchbull [Trunchbull grabs Miss Honey's wrist and attempts to break it]
I broke your arm once before. I can do it again, Jenny.
[Miss Honey uses her other hand to get Trunchbull's hand off]
I am not seven years old anymore, Aunt Trunchbull.
Trunchbull [Everyone gasps]
Shut your holes! You will be put away in a place where not even the crows can land their droppings on you.
S Students
[As Trunchbull grabs Matilda until one of students saw something]
Look! [A piece of chalk levitates, as Trunchbull turns around and sees the blinds opening and closing] The chalk! And the blinds!
S Students
[The blinds are opening and closing, the chalk is writing on the board]
A G A T H A. [Trunchbull watches in horror as the chalk writes] THIS IS MAGNUS. GIVE MY LITTLE BUMBLEBEE BACK HER HOUSE AND HER MONEY.
Trunchbull [Fearfully]
Money!?
S Students
[Continue reading]
THEN GET OUT OF TOWN. IF YOU DON'T, I WILL GET YOU. I WILL GET YOU LIKE YOU GOT ME. THAT IS A PROMISE. [Matilda is using her powers to hit the Trunch with the erasers, after a while of being attacked by the erasers, The Trunchbull faints, Matilda opens the blinds with her powers, the students look at Miss Trunchbull’s unconscious body, however, unbeknownst to them, The Trunch opens one eye at the camera, and quickly turns her head towards the other students, scaring them in the process]
Trunchbull Aaaahhh!
[students gasp]
Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[Students gasp again]
No, no, no. No. No. Miss Trunchbull. Please don't throw him.
Aaaahhhhhh! Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!
[the Trunch throws a boy out the window. Matilda makes him fly back into the room]
Woo woo woo! Woo-Hoo! Woo! Woo-Hoo-Hoo! Woo!
[Trunchbull tries to run from the boy, but the boy pushes her on to the globe, Miss Honey silently tells Matilda to spin the globe, which she obeys, Trunchbull spins around in circles until she flies off and falls on to the floor] [the Trunch is disoriented from Matilda spinning her on the globe and gets back up feeling all dizzy, when the Trunch regains consciousness, she notices Lavender, and charges toward like an angry bull, until Matilda lifts her up as the Trunch crashes through the door and lands on the floor of the hallway, Matilda then uses her powers to summon the student’s lunchboxes to have the students pelt the Trunch with their food]
[Miss Honey’s class starts to pelt food at Miss Trunchbull]
Wow!
Hey, you guys, look at this!
[slowly levitates safely down to the ground]
Wooooooow. Cool. I didn't know I could do that.
Pretty good, huh?
[as students continue throwing their food from their lunch boxes at the Trunch, she antt to escape, but gasps in horror at the sight of a gargantuan crowd of other students in front of her, holding food, water balloons, and other objects, ready to hurl them at her, as the Trunch attempts to leave, the army of students assail the Trunch with their food, as she passes by Bruce, Bruce shoves chocolate cake into her mouth]
[Trunchbull runs out of the school as the students chase her outside and continue to pelt her with food, while students from the second floor of the school throw water balloons and rolls of toilet paper at her from above, the Trunch retreats to her car, and cowardly drives away in reverse, the students cheer, finally ridding the school of the Trunch for good, while Matilda hugs Lavender]
And the Trunchbull was gone. Never to be seen or heard from, never to darken a doorway again.
