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Okay, young dude, Judette.

Before we head off to this sweet road gig, I only got one question for you.

Are you ready to rock?

Yeah! I actually was going to ask if anybody had to pee first.

I got to pee first. Rock and roll!

Rock on, Lawrence.

Rock on.

Okay. Thanks, Tamika.

Now let's go down our checklist of road trip rock necessity.

Number one, bring a checklist.

Check.

Direction.

Check. Throat lozenges. Check.

Rock and roll hair.

Check.

Butt pillow.

Butt pillow? Why would you want to... Never mind, I don't want to know.

And most importantly, instruments.

Not check.

Somebody stole our instruments.

Please tell me you see my butt pillow.

That's gone too.

Those monsters!

Didn't you lock the door? Of course I did.

Stop taping the door. It doesn't count.

Then I didn't.

This stinks.

I don't get it.

Why would the thieves take the instruments but not this sweet van?

Did that answer your question?

I should probably call the club and cancel.

No. Rock bands don't cancel. We show up sick. We show up late.

Sometimes we show up at the wrong club in the wrong town. But we show up.

Mr. Finn's right.

We gotta play.

But we don't have our instruments.

What if we don't need our instruments?

He pulls me in enough to keep me guessing.

Oh, maybe I should stop and start

confessing.

Confessing, yeah.

Oh, I've been shaking. I love it when you go crazy. You take all my

Baby, there's nothing holding me.

Will you stop sitting on me?

Great news, guys.

They said they'll pay us double if we stop now.

And that's why you never cancel.

This is all we know about the crime.

What does this tell us?

Don't use duct tape to lock the van?

You just made the suspect list.

We really need to figure out a way to replace our instruments or we'll never

play a gig again.

We could do a rummage sale. I did one for a friend once and raised a lot of

money.

They were really mad when they got back from vacation.

That's a great idea.

There's a ton of stuff in my room that I'm tired of looking at.

Whoa, that's my room and my stuff.

Yeah, I know, but I've been living there for three months, and I'm willing to

part with it.

I guess there are a few things that I could get rid of. How about that machine

that goes boop, boop, boop?

My boop machine?

Summer, what about you? You got anything you could dig up that'd make us the

moolah?

Oh!

Uh, uh -huh, yeah. I mean, I could, I'm sure.

And there's, you know, uh,

uh... I think we need to reboot Summer.

problem letting go of some of her stuff actually any of her stuff hey every kid

collects stuff yeah toys baseball cards stuffed animals not a bunch of fifth

grade tasks that was a breakthrough year in cursive guys just leave her alone

she's sentimental and is that a bag of hair oh it's my hair that doesn't make

better

Um, I know you have a lot of stuff you could part with. And if we're going to

replace our instruments, we're all going to have to sacrifice.

She's right.

Fine.

Take the hair.

Maybe other stuff?

Hey, show me what you know. Give it up, you're rock and roll, cause we ain't

gonna stop.

If you're feeling like you're getting schooled, there's an answer right in

of you.

Hey, show me what you know. Give it up, you're rock and roll, cause we ain't

gonna stop.

Hey, are you ready to rock?

What's that?

My tiny Duffer's golf kit. I'm gonna sell it at the rummage sale.

How about we see if I could hit this golf ball down the hall, bank it off the

wall, and around the corner? I'd watch the heck out of that.

Here we go.

Zach, no!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

How could she not notice that?

You know what?

She wasn't wearing her glasses.

Maybe she lost them again.

Let's test this.

She lost her glasses. Remember that last time she lost her glasses and we wore

fake beards all day?

It was only one of the best days of my life.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

It's time to build our dream hallway golf course.

Oh, you went the other way.

But sure, let's do that.

Okay, so there must be something in your locker we can tell.

Okay, how about we start with this?

Okay, how about a silly clown wig? I mean, come on.

Yeah, I'll go to clown camp in my regular hair.

What about... No.

Here. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. Please.

All right, this is pure coconut butter hair gel. It's the secret to my

effortless shine and hold.

And it tastes great on toast.

Unless rummage sales is a complete bust.

Maybe it's because every time somebody tries to buy something, Summer puts it

her do -not -sell box.

That's not true.

I'm willing to sell this stapler.

You just swiped that from Mr. Finn's desk. How much for that?

It's filled with memories of me swiping it from Mr. Finn's desk. I don't know.

Think of the band.

Ten dollars.

I'll take it.

Great.

Here is your... Oh, you licked it.

I licked it. She licked it. Of course she licked it.

Summer. I'm sentimental. I'm sorry.

This goes into the do not sell box.

Now it's filling up. I'm going to need another do not sell box.

You know what?

Summer just needs a gentle push.

I'm going to help her break her bad habit by selling something for her.

You sure that's a good idea?

Totally. Once it's gone, she'll realize she didn't need it, and she'll see it's

no big deal. It's the perfect plan.

Except what kind of weirdo kid would buy an ugly punch bowl?

I have to have that punch bowl.

That weirdo kid.

As you know, International Principal's Day is coming up. No. No one knows that.

And if you know anything about Principal Mullins, then you know she's an avid

collector of anything that looks like a whale.

You take butt kissing to a whole new level. The secret is having no sense of

shame whatsoever.

Booyah!

It's stuck in that pond.

Part of me regrets spending five hours making it.

Lauren, I'm going to need complete silence.

That Quan, putting for Bernie.

Shh.

It's in the hole!

Yes!

Guys, I need to get to my locker.

Sorry, gotta play word life.

Hallway golf rules.

Hallway golf?

How is that different from regular golf?

Uh, it's in a hallway.

Grr!

to let go.

So I sold something for you so you'd see it was no big deal. I thought it was a

really good idea.

You sold something of mine?

But I had my doubts and asked Mika if it was the right thing to do.

Maybe I could let go of a couple of things.

That's just what I said.

I sold that ugly whale punch bowl.

You did what?

No, I definitely recall telling her not to.

I'm honestly not even sure I was there.

Summer, it was an old piece of junk.

Really? I mean, yeah, because you and I always have a whale of a time together.

You clearly don't remember.

I tried to tell her, Summer. I practically begged you.

What?

Some friend you are.

Summer! I'm disappointed in Tamika, too.

I mean, I probably could have handled that better.

Summer, I'm really sorry I sold your whale bowl.

Oh, that?

I'd forgotten all about that. I am fine.

You don't seem fine.

I'm great. Did I mention it's a beautiful day?

and I'll take it. No, we won't.

I'm sensing some tension between you two.

I have no idea what you're talking about. Have I mentioned it's a beautiful

Yes.

Nobody's going to lunch until we solve this problem between Tamika and Summer.

But it's Country Fried Chicken Day. You have five minutes.

Summer, admit it.

You're mad at Tamika.

Yeah. Well, maybe a little.

That bowl meant a lot to me.

what'll cheer you up.

Get ready for the happy dance.

You can't resist the happy dance.

It's irresistible.

It really is.

Oh, it's official.

I need to start wearing deodorant.

We have a happy dancer way out of this.

Really?

Come on, what's so important about that bowl?

That bowl was from the first day we met.

It is?

It's cool. We don't have to be BFF. We can just be BF. Or BFWFTFTWBFTDWMADC.

Best friend with a friend that forgot the whale bowl from the day we met and

doesn't care.

I wish I knew what this whale bowl meant.

Maybe I am a bad friend.

How can I make it up to her?

I'll help you figure this out.

No matter how long it takes.

Country fried chicken!

Mika?

Are you here?

I got your notes.

Get ready to scream!

Sorry, this microphone isn't working right.

You can't picture one without the other.

Just like... Finnegan Summer!

Who is that?

What? That's for me.

No, it's not. I never took gymnastics.

Is that my cousin?

Uh, but...

Okay, let's keep this moving. Look at this.

Samika and bummer?

Well, it's supposed to say summer.

But it says bummer.

Yeah, if you read it.

Look, no matter what, I'm going to be hurt that you don't remember that bowl.

And there's nothing you can do to change that.

Oh, yeah?

Good now?

Come.

Come on!

Nothing like a little fresh air and a nice round of hallway golf.

Can't wait to try out my new putter. Four!

How pretty good are you?

No, it's ours.

Holy Golf wouldn't exist without me and Zach.

Who is

responsible for this?

They are!

How much do you want for the whale bowl?

What do you want it for?

I wish I knew. But apparently it's very important to me.

In that?

Would you be willing to get down on your knees and beg me for it?

There's no way that we're... We're doing this?

Please let us have the whale bowl.

Call me a wise one.

Please let us have the whale bowl, a wise one.

No, it's not for sale.

But I enjoyed that.

Come on, Clark.

How much do you want for it? I'm not in it for the money. I'm in it for the

power. This...

It's going to take my relationship with Principal Mullen to the next level. Co

-principles!

Okay, crazy town.

What would co -principles even be? Get on your knees and beg me to tell you.

Please, help. Get up!

Oh, this one we're not doing?

For starters, imagine me and Principal Mullen in matching outfits.

I'd rather not.

I remember everything about the day we met, except for that stupid whale bowl.

Still a little light. Hit me with another scoop of tuna.

Perfect.

Isn't that going to smell when Principal Mullins opens it?

Yeah.

Oh, now you distract him while I make the switch.

Okay, how?

I'm thinking you'd be writing to Andrea McAvoy's pots and meatballs.

Why does it have to be me?

Don't make me happy, Dan.

Oh, fine.

Okay, full face first in that facility. and make me proud here goes nothing

gonna have to do it again great i already look like someone puked

over me that's it puke now i remember problem solved

so i don't have to embarrass myself again no you have to great well

i better get going again

about the bowl, Tamika.

I thought you might say that.

Come with me. I want to show you something.

What now? You're going to train a bird to poop on me?

Please, just sit down.

I want to tell you a story.

It happened a long time ago on a bright sunny day here in Austin.

There once was a first grader riding the bus.

I was alone, if I'm not mistaken.

Scott Buck was mean. No one made room.

That's where we began.

The seats were all taken.

And all of a sudden, a friendly face.

A wonderful girl, played by Lawrence, said she'd save me a plate.

I question your casting choice, but continue.

Her name was Summer.

Her hair pulled back. We'll light up sneakers and adore a backpack.

We played charades, took gummy sours.

It seemed like minutes, but it lasted hours.

She is small without an end. She is a gift. She is

my friend.

This is how my character would barf!

I'm sure he hasn't forgotten about you.

Or the gummy sours that you puked up all over him.

All right. Now, let's sell all my stuff and get some instruments.

You sure?

I don't need a lot of seat bags.

I only need two things.

For you to be my best friend, and for Lawrence to take off that stupid wig.

gonna happen.