(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(ALARM CLOCK RINGS)
(SLURPS)
(LIGHTSABERS BUZZ)
(EXPLOSION)
Ren, you said if I wanted to borrow something,
I had to ask.
- (REN SNORING) - Well, so...
can I borrow your laptop?
(MUTTERING)
Huh.
You sure?
Mm... hmm.
Oh, yeah? Thanks, Ren.
(CHUCKLES)
(LAWN MOWER WHIRS)
Oh, God.
No, no, no, no, no.
Not today.
Chocolate mess?
Louis.
(GRUNTS)
- (GROANS) Oh, hockey sticks, Ren. - Oh, I'm sorry.
Where have you been?
I got a late start.
I've never been late for anything ever.
Do I need to remind you that Monday
is Lawrence Junior High School's 75th anniversary?
Our Diamond Jubilee, a very proud day, sir.
That's right. We'll be visited by dignitaries,
honored guests and people who can help my career.
- Oh. (CHUCKLES) - And the whole shebang hinges
on a certain display...
Seventy-five years of Lawrence history,
- which you volunteered to design. - I know, sir. I'm working on it.
Well, all I see is an empty display case.
(CHUCKLES) Mr. Wexler...
it's in all of these boxes.
Yep, the greatest moments of our school's history.
It's all organized in chronological order.
All I need is a couple hours after school to set it up.
Hot-diggity. Because I've been called out of town this weekend
on some, uh, principal business.
Uh, it's a... very important conference.
I have to take a plane and everything.
Well, Mr. Wexler,
you can just hop on that big silver bird and rest easy, knowing that
that Ren Stevens has your back. (CLICKS TONGUE)
Carry on, then,
um, and if there's any problems in my absence,
Coach Tugnut's in charge.
Tugnut?
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
Oh, I'm late for gym.
- Coach Tugnut, I'm so sorry. I... - You're late.
I know. I was with Principal Wexler.
Don't drop names with me, Miss Stevens.
I know all about Mr. Wexler's important principal business.
Gets to take a plane and everything.
- And he left me in charge. - Uh, no disrespect, sir,
but why isn't Vice Principal Mason in charge?
Come with me, Missy, and I'll explain.
Vice Principal Mason is out sick.
The Dean of Students has jury duty.
The Guidance Counselor had a nervous breakdown,
and the Wood Shop teacher lost another thumb.
- (GASPS) - So,
according to the official chain of command,
you're looking at the top dog. (BARKS)
I know this must be a very big day for you,
so if I could just, you know, go in there, and...
The only place you're going to go is to the stragglers' bench
where you can sit out the period with your, uh, friend over there.
Friend? I haven't even said two words to the...
Grab some bench.
No talking.
Candied yams.
Excuse me?
Those were the two words you said to me.
We are really not supposed to be talking.
It was before Easter break
and I was behind you in the cafeteria line.
Then I asked what, if any, vegetables they were serving that day
and you said... - "Candied yams." -Right!
My name's Chloe. It's so good chatting with you again.
I know we're going to be great friends.
Hey, you want me to do your toes?
It's nontoxic.
Uh... uh... We're really not supposed to be talking.
- (WHISTLE BLOWS) - Penalty!
Illegal use of the mouth. Fifteen yards and detention.
What?
I can't... No. I have a display to...
Thee o'clock... Thataway.
(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYS)
Don't bother.
He's been sleeping since 1985.
First-timer, huh?
Yeah. Thanks to you.
I should be setting up my display right now.
Chewie, you're out of line!
Sorry. I should have warned you.
Just don't make eye contact with it.
Come on. I saved you a seat.
Just stay close, okay?
Where am I?
CHLOE: That's Muke. He's not supposed to have dairy.
And this is Stubs, who'll ask you to shave him, but don't.
My people!
- And that's Lou... - CHLOE: I know who that is.
- People... - (REN CLEARS THROAT EMPHATICALLY)
Whoa!
You must get this all the time, but you know who you look like?
- You look a lot like Ren Stevens. - Louis.
Oh, this... this is unbelievable.
You sound like her, too.
- You even have her punch. - What happened to your chin?
Oh, That's... that's a sports injury.
Please. He tripped over the remote when Dad was watching football.
Did you unplug my alarm clock last night?
Well, I unplug a lot of things.
Well, then this is all your fault.
Except for the part that's your fault.
Ren, this doesn't have to be a negative experience.
- (LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY) - Yeah, Ren, get with the program.
I don't want to "get with the program."
You two are nothing but trouble.
I just want to do my time,
get out of here so I can finish my project.
Whatever.
(SNAPPING FINGERS)
Let the games begin.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
LOUIS: All right, bring her in.
(HAMSTERS SQUEAKING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Be swift, Kevin.
(ALL CHEERING)
Come on!
CHLOE: Come on, Kevin! Come on!
GIRL: Go, Green!
Faster, Green!
Come on!
Go! Go!
(ALL YELLING)
Come on!
(YELLING CONTINUES)
That's it, Green.
Wait!
French fries.
Tugnut!
Go! Get them out!
I trust everything is going smoothly.
Excellent.
Oh, Coach Tugnut, sir.
I just wanted to apologize for how I acted this morning.
(CHUCKLES) You hear that, people?
That's called remorse.
I like it.
Go on.
And in the future, I will always be prepared
and on time.
Something wrong?
No, sir. I'm just really nervous about this... this project
because, um... well, there's
a very important person coming here on Monday
and I only have an hour to get it... done.
So, you've learned your lesson?
(SQUEALS) No!
Eww, eww, eww!
Eww! Eww! Eww! Eww! Eww! Eww!
You are out of order, Missy.
(PANTING, SQUEALING) I... I... Kevin... the alarm clock...
- They're bad people! - Okay, that's it. Everyone out.
Except for you.
I don't care what you have to do.
Now you've got a steaming plate of double detention.
Well... Keep an eye on her, Peters.
(REN WHIMPERS) But it wasn't me.
(WHIMPERS)
(GRUNTS)
- Louis! - LOUIS: Don't come in.
Louis, you are ruining my...
- Uh... uh... - What are you doing?
Um, I just wanted to see how it would look.
Don't worry, it's, um, it's nontoxic.
Okay. (CHUCKLES)
Well, I just came in here to let you have it, but, um...
what's the use? I'm doomed.
It's Friday afternoon, the school is closed
and I'm never going to finish my display case by Monday.
Right. So, uh, so, let me help you.
Oh, you help me? Why?
Your whole life is dedicated to destroying me.
You followed the code.
What code?
You didn't squeal to Tugnut
about what was going on in detention today.
Oh, so that's your code: "Don't squeal"?
Right. That and some stuff about cleaning up after hamsters.
- But the point is that we owe you. - Okay, the school is locked,
so how could you possibly help me?
Well, it's really easy, actually.
We sneak in,
you finish your business with the project
and we sneak out and nobody's the wiser.
That is the most ridiculous, knuckle-headed...
- (PHONE RINGS) - I have to go get that.
But in the meantime, just...
draw yourself a little nontoxic brain.
Hello.
WEXLER: Hello, Ren.
Oh, hi, Principal Wexler. This is so great.
I... I wanted to talk to you about something.
Ren, you'll have to speak up.
My fellow principals and I
are discussing some very important educational issues.
Extra cheese on those nachos.
Oh, sir, it's, um... it's about the project.
You see, um...
I got detention today and, um,
well, I didn't have time to finish it.
You finished? Ah, great. That's a load off my mind.
No, no, sir, you see, I... I wasn't able to.
WEXLER: Ren, I can't hear you.
Too much educational stuff going on.
But I want you to know that I'm very proud of you
and I know that Mrs. Bushwick will be very impressed.
It's going to be a glorious day.
(BOINGS)
(LAUGHS)
Where's my nachos?
(SLAMS THE PHONE)
(SIGHS)
Louis!
Ready?
LOUIS: (OVER WALKIE-TALKIE) Unit One to Unit Two, come in.
Louis, I am right next to you.
Yeah, but, uh, I always wanted to say that.
(CLATTERING)
Someone's coming.
Oh, relax. It's probably just some friends.
I asked some guys from detention... (CLEARS THROAT) ...for some backup.
Hey, you, is this where the top secret mission is?
- What are you doing? - Shh. Shh.
- (WHISPERS) Why are you talking so loud? - Shh.
You wore jeans, too. I can't believe it.
This is your backup? Chloe?
Where is everyone, huh?
Louis, they're detention-heads.
They're not known for their reliability.
Oh, and you are?
Honey, I can miss one dinner at your mother's house.
Wexler put me in charge.
For once. It's Terry Tugnut's chance to shine
and I'm not going to let anything go wrong.
You got... You got to turn it that way.
Hurry up.
REN: I cannot believe I'm doing this.
- LOUIS: Come on. - REN: I cannot believe this.
- Is that it? - REN: Yeah.
LOUIS: So, how much time you need?
An hour... maybe more.
Really? To slap together a little display?
You obviously don't know me very well
but I've never slapped together anything in my life.
Really? I love slapping things together.
Some of my best parties just kind of happen.
Please. Please! Please, okay?
Tugnut's lurking, so we got to come up with a diversion.
Like what?
- Well, I've been studying Tugnut. - Wait a second.
You're flunking math and studying Tugnut?
What would any out of shape, 35-year-old gym teacher
want more than anything else in the world?
I don't know, self-esteem?
Jumbo-Sized Crinkle Fries.
These babies right here.
These things are unbelievable.
(SNIFFING)
- Mmm. - Right?
Jumbo-Sized Crinkle Fries.
Come to papa.
No...
(SNIFFS)
(CELL PHONE DIALS)
MAN: Happy Spud Hut.
Home of the Jumbo-Sized Crinkle Fries.
Oh, good, you're still open.
I got it bad this time.
- I'm trying to do something. - Ouch!
(GASPS)
Wait... just... Now what do we do?
Heat sensitive, light sensitive and motion sensitive.
You trip one of those bad boys,
you'll have Johnny Law down here in a heartbeat.
I'm going to have to disarm them.
Louis, how are you going to get through those lasers?
Well, I never told this to anybody...
but I'm wispy.
Is that my old ballet outfit?
Shh!
Wispy.
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
Nice form. Nice form.
(GRUNTS)
Louis, you wispy little boy wonder you did it!
Okay, so, if we just stay focused and organized, we can do this.
It's all in chronological order.
So, find me the box that says "1925-1930."
(MOTOR REVVING)
Louis, what are you doing?
Oh, I'm just cooling off.
Will you turn that thing off?
Oh. Yeah. Yeah.
Ah! Louis!
(YELLING)
Louis!
Louis, turn it off!
My bad.
That's it.
I let the whole school down.
Come on, Ren, we can still make it work.
Listen, Spunky, don't you know when something is over?
(SIGHS)
Yeah, I know when a friendship's over.
All I ever did was try to be nice to you.
Wait, Chloe...
Look...
I just have this little thing
with needing everything to be perfect all the time.
LOUIS: It's not that big of a deal.
I'll take the fan. I'll walk down the hall.
I'll blow everything back the way it was
and we can all go to, uh, eat dinner or...
What a dumb idea! I cannot believe that you honestly...
I tried to offer my help...
CHLOE: All right! Hold it!
Louis, just pick up all that stuff and get it down here.
We got a change of plans.
Ren, we're going to do your display
but just forget order; forget perfect.
I'm thinking...
different.
- LOUIS: Ren? - REN: Yeah?
- Is this good? - REN: Yeah.
(SNIFFS)
- CHLOE: Up here okay? - REN: Mm-hmm.
Jumbo-Sized Crinkle Fries.
Oh, that's... that's Tugnut.
Wait.
That felt good.
Uh-oh.
(WHIMPERING)
And our special guest
is from the first graduating class of 1925,
Mrs. Barbara Bushwick.
Oh, Principal Wexler, this display is incredible.
No boundaries, no borders...
It's 75 years of Lawrence Junior High in a sensory splash.
Makes me feel like a girl again.
Oh, thank you, Mrs. Bushwick.
And we all owe a big Wombat thumbs up to Ren Stevens
for a job well done.
Thank you, Mr. Wexler
but I couldn't have done it without the help of my crew.
These two?
Yeah. Sometimes people can surprise you.
Are you the hamster boy?
Who wants to know?
Eleven jelly beans on Lucky Larry.
I got you covered.
Don't worry about it. You and me.
(SNORING LOUDLY)
Tugnut!
Tugnut, get some rest. You look like you've been up all night.
(GROANS)
- Mrs. Bushwick, we have snacks. - Oh, snacks.
- Enjoy yourself. - TUGNUT: Stevens...
I spent the whole weekend straddling a laser beam.
Oh... I'm sorry to hear that, sir.
Don't play nice with me.
I know you three had something to do with this.
And I'm going to get to the bottom of it.
Bet you a bag of French fries he doesn't.
ALL: Um...
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
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