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Guys, don't think of me as a rock star, think of me as the same old Zest, the

rock star.

Bro,

you've been zapped!

My whip's here.

To class, Cornelius.

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You heard that? Yeah. I also heard you talking about how your leather pants

you rashy.

Well, that's a common rock star ailment. Two words.

Cornstarch. Also makes you popular because you smell like hot biscuits.

Dude, I get it. We won't battle the pants, but we have to keep it a secret.

Principal Mullen found out, she'd fire Mr. Finn and shut it down.

Our parents would pull us out of school.

If I end up someplace where they make you...

would make us all feel better. A battle of the bands trophy selfie.

Say Weezer.

Weezer.

Awesome. And delete.

Guys, don't feel bad.

We just have to keep the band on the down low. Inside this classroom, we're

stars. But outside, we're just regular students.

And they're super handsome substitute teacher, right?

Except for the super handsome part. And you're not technically a teacher.

Medium handsome?

Looks are debatable, but we do need to keep the band a secret.

But more handsome than Coach Weber.

I'm not Santa.

I'll take that as a yes. Let's learn about gravity.

My mom blames gravity for her saggy knees.

Maybe some other stuff?

About gravity?

It says here in the teacher's guide that gravity affects all things equally.

So if you drop something heavy and something light, they'd hit the ground

same time? There's only one way to find out.

Look in the teacher's guide?

Or we could look in the Dewey guide.

And drop this watermelon and this ping -pong ball off the roof.

For science.

All right, kids, ready?

Watermelon time!

Wait, wait, wait, Mr. Finney.

Are you sure this is the responsible thing to do?

Just kidding. Drop that sucker.

I

think

we all learned a valuable lesson today.

Yep. Don't drop watermelons on the principal's car.

And how to clean up a crime scene.

Now can we talk about the band?

Yeah, since we won't battle the bands, what are we going to do to take it to

next level?

Well, based on my history, this is where you guys steal my amps and start a new

band without me.

As band manager, I've been doing some research, and I think we should record

some of our songs and get them to Mick Bronson.

He's launched a ton of great bands.

Yeah, I heard he discovered Taylor Swift, Beyonce, and the Flaming Rubber

Duckies. I haven't heard of them. You will.

And I can get to them. You know Mick Bronson? No.

But I know where he lives, and I know exactly how long I can hang on to his

electrified fence before I pass out.

So what's the plan?

We record our songs, we get them to make Bronson, and become the next 21 Pilots.

Yeah, nothing's gonna stop us now.

Sorry to interrupt, but good news, students.

Your teacher's back.

That might stop us.

Only what you know. Get it up and rock and roll. Cause we ain't got no doubt.

No more skateboarding for me. Or you can get right back on the horse. Anybody

have a skateboard she can borrow?

Mr. Finn, thanks for keeping my seat warm.

Disturbingly warm.

And wet.

I'm a spiller.

Can I have a moment alone to say goodbye to these fine young scholars?

Of course. Take all the time you need.

Within one minute, starting now.

You're a teacher now. They can't do this.

If you go, I go.

As far as the parking lot, I have a future to consider.

I know it stinks, but there's nothing I can do. I was always just a substitute.

But if you're not our teacher, then the band is over.

Yeah, there's no way our parents will let us rehearse after school for a rock

band they don't even know about.

Man, this is not the way I thought this band would break up.

I mean, I was pretty sure Lawrence would explode from a pyrotechnic since they'd

gone wrong.

What?

But what about all of our big plans? What about Mick Bronson? He'll be fine.

the one that explodes.

Look, guys, I'm sorry, but I am so proud of you.

We won Battle of the Bands, and that's epic.

It's an honor to have shredded with you.

Beth, let's say goodbye quickly.

On to business.

Let's begin with some literature.

It's going to be okay.

Now, where did Mr. Finn leave off?

We were in the middle of comparing E .E. Cummings' poems to hip -hop lyrics.

Nobody, not even Lorraine, has such small hands.

How long?

What?

That nonsense is over.

Now that I'm back, we'll go strictly by the... teacher's guide.

Now open your books to page 209.

It's been a long way from where we've been and I'll tell

you all about it when I see her again.

I see her again. Okay, I'm leaving.

I can't believe the band is over.

I better return my pyrotechnics kit.

Why would you even...

a real teacher again. I mean, who knows how far behind we would have gotten if

Mr. Finn stayed.

I'd rather have School of Rock.

Weird. I'm not used to things not working out for me.

I did not become principal to be the bad guy, but you have released the Kraken.

I was only playing catch with Jacob, but Jacob didn't want to be thrown.

Good news.

I have a plan to get Mr. Finn back in school so we can keep the band going.

That's amazing to me. Guys, meet Lunch Lady Doris.

Fresh potatoes, dear.

No, thank you, Doris. So what's your plan, Tamika?

Lawrence, it's me, Mr. Finn.

I accept your choices.

You have bandages all over your legs.

Yeah, I shaved them for authenticity.

Yet you didn't shave your face.

Again, authenticity.

I have to find a place to practice.

Uh -oh.

The real lunch lady just spotted you.

I'll just play it cool.

More mashed potatoes?

You!

Drop that ladle.

Data?

Data?

Data?

Data?

You can never have enough mashed potatoes.

just as I thought.

A quarter inch longer than school code.

She be crazy.

Nice job, Principal Mullins. I like the layers.

Well, when I was in high school, I had a summer job as a dog groomer.

Good boy, Ricky. Good boy.

We hate to bother you while you have scissors in your hand, but we need to

to you. I don't have time to chat.

time for kids who get in trouble or have gum stuck in their hair.

You! I saw that!

Oh! Hold my heels.

We've got a runner!

I know what we have to do.

So, Tamika's gonna blow a bubble. Cool.

Then it's going to pop.

Awesome. And then it's gonna get all over our hair.

Are you insane?

Be strong.

It's our only way to get Principal Mullen's attention.

This is for the band.

I have a gift.

Principal Mullins, we just got in trouble because it was the only way we

see you.

We met Mr.

Finn. He's awesome.

And he doesn't talk down to us.

Please hire Mr. Finn back.

He's really good at... Just please hire Mr. Finn back.

If I shave my legs, it's simply because I want to.

It all worked out.

No, this wasn't our plan.

Unless you're our teacher, the band is dead before McFarland ever hears us.

Okay, maybe this isn't so bad.

You guys get a real teacher in your class, and I get paid to finger paint

eat graham crackers.

Which I do anyway.

We'll find a way to make it work.

Maybe he's right.

Nothing against Mr. Finn, but he's not an actual teacher.

Barely a grown -up.

You guys get me.

to do is find a place to practice now if you'll excuse me i can't be late to

recess watch out for the kindergartners they have a bad rep that's sweet but i'm

a big boy i think i can handle a few kindergartners hello kitties my name is

we

were

studying earthworms and plant growth and connor hall I decided to dump a whole

tray of earthworms down my pants.

Little jerk face.

I really hope that's the last of them.

It's not.

Guys, we looked everywhere. There's only one place we can practice.

Ready?

One, two, three, four.

Okay, I'm sorry, guys. I can't hit my snare without flushing. If you're gonna

flush. Do it on the downbeat.

Mr. Finn, this place is awful.

Yeah, the acoustics aren't the best.

It's the boys' bathroom.

Okay, that one wasn't me.

Whoa.

Keep walking.

two things at once.

table arranges the chemical elements according to their atomic number.

There are 118 elements from hydrogen to uninoxium.

All right. You're all elements from the periodic table.

Oxygen, nitrogen, carbon, whatever.

When you bump into each other, you form molecules.

It's like a giant mosh pit. So get in there and see what we can make.

away from that what

are

you doing uh I'm carbon

fits your carbon butt down now where was I that

was so weird I just don't know

It wasn't a daydream about being a rock star.

It was a memory about Mr. Finn teaching us school stuff.

And it was fun.

I bet the kindergartners are having fun with him right now.

Mr.

Finn already taught us this. And we didn't even know we were being taught.

He played loud music, and we danced around. I think what Summer is saying is

maybe there's a more fun way to learn it than just memorizing it.

Really? Let me check the teacher's guide.

Nope. Doesn't say anything about fun.

Well, why do we always have to go by the book?

What has gotten into you kids?

Why don't you just sit quietly and do as you're told like you used to? It's just

that Mr. Finn taught us that there's a lot of different ways to learn.

We think he's right.

Although that would be pretty cool.

I'd be Destructo.

For the last time, I'm not calling you Destructo.

You will.

You all will.

You kids have changed.

I don't like it.

Now what?

I used to like Mrs. Kalpakis.

She's right. We are different.

I can't learn from this lady.

I actually feel myself getting dumber.

Fortunately, I can fall back on my looks.

This sounds crazy, but we need to get Mr. Finn back.

Not for the band, but as our teacher.

Yeah, our fake teacher is really good at teaching.

compared to my kids.

I wish I had your class.

I think I've finally figured out a way to get Mr. Finn back.

But first, I'm going to have to talk to Principal Mullins to make a bubble me.

Oh, hang on.

Ready.

So, we'll give you Mrs.

Kalpakas and you hand over Mr. Finn.

As you can see...

Principal Mullins has signed off on the trade.

Not so fast.

One, I can't read.

Two, we want some candy.

What? No, we already gave you candy.

Mr. Finn ate it.

You ate my graham crackers.

Now send our teacher over.

Mr. Finn, you are no longer a substitute.

You are their official teacher.

Yay!

Keep your class in line.

You can count on me.

And I should probably get your official certification.

Oh, there's an official certificate?

I mean, yes.

Yes.

Mr. Finn, we're so happy to have you back. You're the best teacher we've ever

had. Really?

I don't want you guys to lose the best teacher you ever had again, so I better

get that teaching degree, which apparently is a real thing that exists.

You know what I really miss?

Rock! Well, then toss me that axe, and let's... Mr.

Finn, are you okay?

Still beats kindergarten.

Now plug me in, because if we're going to record for Mick Bronson, we've got to

start jamming right now.