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I had so much fun yesterday.

You should have seen your face when you bowled that strike.

Was it something like this?

Yeah, that's the one.

Short face selfie.

You look cute like that. We should make that face all day.

Totally.

Oh, man, did I forget to wear my pants again?

Phew.

Yeah, we're all relieved.

What's with the sassy belt?

I earned this belt from eight intense years of jujitsu training.

Then I lost it under the couch until yesterday.

Oh, I didn't know you took jujitsu. I didn't want to intimidate you guys.

I'm basically a lethal weapon.

I once broke three boards with this hand.

I also broke this hand.

That School of Rock song is still stuck in my head.

Rock and roll is our education. We don't know when and we don't know how. But

the future starts right now.

Wow. You guys must really love School of Rock.

No. I love my mom and dad.

What I feel for School of Rock is much more.

They're the best.

Goosebumps at places I didn't even know I could have.

Goosebumps.

Don't ruin this for me, Larry.

I can't wait for their new song to come out. Did you see the School of Rock

blog? Their new single comes out Friday. I check the blog all the time for new

information.

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

I'm a super fan, too. I know everything about S .O .R. Like that people call

them S .O .R. And they're from Austin.

And they won Battle of the Bands. And they're kids like us. I wish I knew who

they were.

I love how after the first chorus, the bass player throws in that funky lick.

Oh, I love it too.

Oh, shoot. I stopped getting cell service.

I've got no bars.

I've got no bars.

Yeah, I think the trick to that bass lick is popping the E string with your

thumb. You know you should really read the blog before you make dumb guesses.

I don't need to read the blog. You do if you want to know what you're talking

about. I know what I'm talking about. I'm the one who played it. What?

As a doornail.

Dead? What? No, sleepy as a doornail.

Isn't that the expression?

No, no, it's not.

He'll be fine. He just won't remember anything when he wakes up.

Let's run.

They know all the words to our song.

And on an unrelated note, Ash is taking a nap in the hallway.

Thanks to my expert jujitsu skills.

Ah, I too am a master of watching a whole lot of kung fu movies.

I train five nights a week.

My parents have cable.

Let's dance.

This isn't over.

Feel's over.

I will be your sensei.

I will use all my skill and attack you when you least expect it.

Do you need me to help you out, Mr. Finn? That'd be great.

I have a problem. Everyone is dying to know who School of Rock is. It kind of

makes you wonder, what if the band wasn't a secret?

I could finally wear my School of Rock jacket with the patch on.

Yeah, and I'd get fired.

Good one, Zach.

He's right.

Our parents would freak out if they found out we were rocking in class every

day. I'd miss the teacher's lounge and all the free bags of lunch in there.

You know they put their names on them so you know who to thank?

I guess we still got to keep it a secret.

But sometimes it's fun to imagine we're rock stars. Tour buses, giant stadiums,

girls chanting my name.

Freddy! Freddy!

Freddy! Oh, hey, ladies. Catch you at the carpool.

It's just not fair.

I use hair products, too, girls.

If you could tell one person about the band, who would it be?

Sharon.

My mom.

I would tell my brother.

He's only four months old, but I think he'd get it.

Also Sharon.

Well, since we're all friends with her now, I'd say Kale.

She's the last person I'd tell.

What? You don't like Kale? I love her, but she's terrible at keeping secrets.

Remember?

Oh, that's so sweet. You got me a birthday present.

It's specifically designed to wear on the hoverboard your mom got you.

Wait, is my mom getting me a hoverboard?

No.

You weren't supposed to find out until your surprise party.

Surprise party?

Let's see.

to finish our new song because somebody put on the blog that it's coming out

this Friday.

I wonder who that was.

Maybe it was the guy that kept saying, I don't want to do the blog.

If you didn't want to do the blog, you shouldn't have been out to take the day

we decided who would write the blog.

Guys, this is serious.

We need to get this new song out. Kids are fickle, and they'll move on to the

next band if we don't produce.

That's ridiculous.

Marble Mouth is always going to be my favorite band. I thought your favorite

band was Fuzzy Roadkill.

Dude, that was like five favorite bands ago.

Mr. Finn's right. We have to finish our song.

That settles it. We'll spend all our class time working on the new song.

Yeah!

Good news, everybody.

I'm your new classmate.

Due to overcrowding and Mr. Kravitz's tragic accident, we moved a few pupils

around. Why a 63 -year -old man was trampolining, I do not know.

Yeah, because Kravitz was a baller, yo.

That's why.

Be that as it may, since Kayla's so chummy with all of you, it was an

choice.

Oh, great.

For how long?

Permanently.

Ah.

So, Kate will be with the class when we do everything we do? Like English, math,

social studies, other stuff.

Isn't it great?

So great. You guys are vlogging over there.

Seeing those smiles on your faces really makes being your principal all

worthwhile. That, and I'm in my jammies by four.

but I stopped using tissues to save the forest.

That's better.

All right, now that we're done with their science, we usually do stuff that

can't do now.

So... Yes, Summer.

Mr. Finn, can Tamika, Freddy, Zach, Lawrence, and I all have a path to go to

bathroom? Why would you all have to go to the bathroom at the same time?

Because we do. We all do.

And so do you.

I do?

All right.

Let's go.

Wait. How does she know when you have to go?

Oh, Summer has P -P -E -S -P.

Ew. I mean, it's a gift.

Do I have to go, Summer?

No, you don't.

a nightmare.

With Kale in our class, we can't finish our new song.

Finish? We can't even start. Or talk about it without pretending to go to the

bathroom. Can we hurry this up, dudes? Because even though my brain knows we're

pretending, my body's already setting stuff in motion.

What are we gonna do?

We know we can't tell Kale. She'd blow our cover. Hmm.

Maybe we can ninja strike!

Ah!

I can't, I can't, I can't! You're a true purple belt!

That's not even jujitsu. It's something Nancy Moskin did to me in the third

grade.

We should give Kale a chance.

Let's put it to another vote. No.

I will take that as a maybe.

There's got to be some way to get her out of her class.

Okay, I have two thoughts.

One, I hate Nancy Motzkin.

Two, I've got a plan to get rid of Kale. Let's go.

Good news, class.

Our friend and new addition, Kale, has just been elected. What?

Class go -getter.

Every time that the class needs something, you go and get it.

Go get her?

When did we vote on this?

It doesn't exist.

He made it up to get her out of the classroom.

Still, I would have liked to have at least been considered for the position.

You ready for your first mission?

I'll do my best. Okay.

We need a number four coffee filter, some purple chalk, eight

popsicle sticks, and...

Uh, One Direction refrigerator magnet.

Go get him, go -getter. Yes, sir. Okay.

Who's ready to rock?

Yeah!

Let's crank this thing up before she gets back.

You know, if you're that interested, I hear writing the blog is a great honor.

Aw, I couldn't take that honor away from you. I don't need honor. I got this.

All right, guys, let's rehearse, even though it's going to take Kale forever

find all that stuff.

Shortest rehearsal ever.

Here you go, Mr. Finn.

Wow, you got everything.

And I know it wasn't on the list, but I also got a basket full of hugs. Who

wants one?

I'll take one.

There you go, buddy.

Way to hug, Block.

I have a great lunch, kids. You all know my leftover policy. There's no part of

a banana that's too bruised for the old Dewmaster.

You don't think she saw us, do you? I hope not.

Lunch is our only chance to get away from her and rehearse the new song.

Wait a second. No one said anything about missing lunch. I quit the band.

Wait.

That granola bar?

I'm back in.

We wouldn't have to skip lunch if we just told Kel the truth.

Secret ban.

If it's not a secret, there's not a ban. We don't have time for that.

Let's just eat while we play. How hard can it be?

Gary, the janitor needs to step up his game.

No.

Guys, School of Rock goes to our school.

Our school is the school that School of Rock goes to for school and rock.

What?

No way.

Yes way. And we are going to figure out who they are.

Or not. I don't really like figuring things out while I'm at school.

Well, I do.

And I'm getting so close.

By the time that single comes out on Friday, I'm going to be on a first -name

basis with everyone in School of Rock.

Who's with me? Summer? Tamika? Freddie? Zach?

Lawrence?

Yep. Those are all our names.

Oh, boy.

Did you hear that?

Gil's going to find out who School of Rock is by Friday.

Everyone will know the secret.

I'm not cut out for this kind of suspense.

Kale's never going to stop trying to figure out who School of Rock is. She's

obsessed with us. I know.

Why do we have to be so dang great?

I just finished writing up my resume for when Kale spills the beans.

I'm going to need a new job.

What do you think?

Hairy back is not a skill.

That's my dating profile.

I keep telling you guys, I really think we should trust Kale.

Those figures she blabbed were a long time ago.

She's matured a lot since last semester. We just can't take that chance.

It's such a shame, because Kayla's one of the best people I know.

She's so honest and sweet. She's compassionate about animals and cares

planet. And not just our planet.

She's also raising money to clean up the moon.

I'll tell you what I'd miss.

Her hugs.

I'll give you a hug. I don't want a pity hug.

I do.

We text her. We give her a face secret and see if she tells anyone.

That could work.

How'd it go? Pretty great. I told her a really gross secret.

I don't think she'll tell anyone.

Hey, Zach.

Or should I say Warden McBoogerface?

Let me guess.

Did that gross secret have anything to do with me?

Old Cale, you had a booger and wart problem.

You made up everything but my name.

Ooh, fake name.

Good tip for next time.

Yo, I thought we were friends. How come you never told me you had a booger and

wart problem?

I don't. Yo, Booger T. Washington.

That was good.

But hurtful.

So hurtful.

Great. That name's gonna stick.

Like a booger.

Sorry. Hurtful.

Thank you so much for telling Kale our secret.

So does that mean we have to give up the band?

What choice do we have?

Kale being in our class is ruining everything.

Yeah, things were going so great before Principal Mullins dumped Kale on us. I

know. It's terrible, but we're stuck with her.

We'll never get rid of Kale. Just like Zack will never get rid of his warts.

scientific method is observation.

You must notice every specific detail.

Isn't that right, Kale?

Kale?

She's not here, Mr. Finch. She never came back from lunch.

Wow.

I'd be a terrible scientist.

Sorry I'm late. I was talking to Principal Mullen.

Ah, that's okay. Take a seat.

Actually, I'm not in this class anymore.

I just transferred out. I came to get my things.

Wait, why did you transfer out?

I heard you guys saying it was a nightmare having me in your class.

Is that all you heard?

And that I was ruining everything.

Oh, good.

I mean, we're so sorry.

Gil, it's not what you think.

So, you do want me to stay in the class?

Well, actually, it's pretty much what you think.

I won't bother you guys again.

Don't go.

What we're trying to say is that we really do like you and we want to be

with you and hang out with you. Except not in this classroom. I will sleep like

a baby knowing you're gone.

Guys, if ever there was a time to trust someone, it's now.

We're School of Raw.

Wow. I know, right?

It's one thing if you don't want to be around me, but it's really not very nice

to tease me about something you know is so important to me. My love of School of

Rock. No, really, we are School of Rock. You don't believe us? This is

completely unbelievable.

Next thing you're going to tell me, Mr. Finn is the bass player.

Actually, I'm the rhythm guitar player and the eye candy.

Well, I guess there's only one way to prove it to you.

You're about to see and hear something that will blow your mind.

You have to promise not to tell anyone.

Come on. Do you expect me to believe that School of Rock recorded my favorite

song in a janitor's closet in the basement of my school?

You're right. That's pretty unbelievable.

How about this?

Oh, my.

Goji berries.

If you think this is cool, we're about to melt your face.

Take a seat, lady.

Here's a song I think you may know.

One, two, three, four.

One night, we're gonna die.

It'd be the end of the band. We'd be kicked out of the school.

Our parents would ground us until we're 87.

Also, I'd get fired.

You think this guy's getting another job?

He's not.

I don't want any of that to happen.

You guys won't believe this, but I'm kind of bad at keeping secrets.

You!

Tell Sue, please.

Okay, we do know.

So now that you know, are you going to come back?

Gosh, no.

I wouldn't be able to focus on school if I was sitting next to my favorite band.

I'd be way too starstruck.

Are you sure?

Yes. But thanks for that private concert. I will not forget this for as

I live. Oh, I can't wait to tell.

My diary.

Or you can be in charge of writing the S .O .R. blog.

That would be the greatest honor ever.

Greatest honor ever, huh?

Well, maybe I could write the blog.

You had your chance.

Quick, Hale. You look excited about something.

I am. And I can't keep it bottled up inside one second longer.

My moon fund reached $150.

I've already donated $5. That is the most you're going to squeeze out of me.

I've got dreams, too.

Your secret's safe with me.

Problem with your locker?

Yeah, it seems to be stuck.

Oh, allow me.