Ok, here we have one Jeffrey Spicoli. Not a genius by any means, but neither is he a fool, despite his somewhat slow witted demeanor. This is evidenced by him voicing his concern that whatever recreational, presumably illegal substance his friend supplied causes brain damage, only to be assured that "only if you take it like, every day, for a month". Having thus had his fears allayed, he wisely replies "B*tchin!".
Which brings me to my main argument. Having wrecked the b*tchin' Camaro belonging to the smoldering mountain of a man named Charles Jefferson, our hero finds himself and Mr. Jefferson's younger brother faced with two equally unappealing prospects; Jefferson the elder will first s**t, then kill them. Not finding either of these outcomes desirable, Spicoli, in the space of one presumably long night, has the wrecked Camaro towed and dropped in front of the opposing football team's school, with some antagonistic graffiti sprayed across the side to clarify the purpose of this automotive desecration. You may note in the scene that the helpful midnight tow team helped themselves to the t-tops as well as the 6x9 rear deck speakers. Also, perhaps this intrepid crew further wrecked the nose of the car? The damage in daylight looks far worse than it did when they ran the car into some stacked cinder blocks.
One thing puzzles me, though; just like the horse's head in The Godfather being dumped onto the bed of the movie producer WITHOUT WAKING HIM UP, how did this wrecked Camaro get flatbedded from the accident scene and DUMPED RIGHT IN FRONT OF A PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL with nobody, especially of the law enforcement variety, noticing a damn thing??? I'm not even going to address how Mr. Spicoli came up with this brilliant yet convoluted plan in the first place, unless he somehow was acquainted with someone like Mr. Wolf from Pulp Fiction.
