Wow, the awfulness just oozes right off the screen. Nobody slams Ms. Frizzle like that and gets away with it. The bus is about to shrink you down to the size of that 20-pound child so your nose is forever at the same height of every unwashed private part in the land.
You can be sure Wagon Lady is taking snapshots of every buckled sidewalk slab between Green Zebra and her restored craftsman. As soon as the kid's in bed she'll crack a bottle of Oregon Pinot, grab the ol' MacBook Air and bash out a dozen complaints to the city tip line.