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- Let's talk about plans.

Everything you've ever loved,

every cool thing
that's ever existed,

it started with a plan.

What you're looking at
right now, that's my plan.

My entire life mapped
out in exacting detail,

year by year, goal by goal.

This is what I do.

I plan.

And my plans always work.

Until they don't.

(dramatic music)

(helicopter whirring)
(dramatic music)

Ted! Ted, Ted!

Get up, we're out
of time. Hurry!

- Where are my pants?

- Ted, there's no time,
you have to get up now!

- My pants.
- Freeman!

- Come on, Ted! Move!

- My pants!

I know what you're thinking.

"How did I, Ted Freeman,
Dean's list member,

Honor Roll recipient,

and straight A student
end up like this?"

(exciting music)
(audio rewinding)

Well, I guess it all
started with the SPLAT.

- [Chad] The Specialized
Placement Achievement Test,

the mother of all
standardized testing,

the decider of your future.

- Typical.

Everyone here actually tries.

And you two just
breeze on through.

- Oh, hi, Penny.

Nice to see you too.

- Let your intellect be your
sword, logic your armor.

- It's not like you're
gonna pass the SPLAT anyway,

but Ted ought to know better.

- Ted doesn't need to worry

because Ted has the highest
scores in the entire school.

And what rank are you again?

Hmm, let me think.

Oh, I remember number two.

As always.

- Guys, we're gonna
miss something.

- Springdale Magnet,
put your hands together

for Sammie Steambear.

(students applauding)

- Feeling trapped?
Feeling stressed?

Feeling helpless?

Why, it's nothing a
little magic can't fix!

With a little preparation and
a simple wave of the hand,

you too can watch in wonderment
as your stress disappears!

- Garbage in, garbage out.

(students applauding)
(students cheering)

- Wow!

Chad, everyone!

- The Amazing Chad!

- Oh, the Amazing Chad!

(students clapping)

All right, and how about those
sound and lighting effects?

All computer controlled

by my brilliant
daughter, Gertrude Neely!

If anyone's interested
and looking for a bestie,

she's available.

She's super.

- [Student] Gertz!

- Okay, so as you guys
know, I am Principal Neely.

(sparse applause)
- Neely!

- Thank you. Thank you.

And welcome to Springdale
Magnet School Prep Rally!

(sparse applause)

As you know, Springdale
Magnet School

for the Arts and Sciences,
it's a really special place

where we value
unconventional gifts here.

But to do that,
there's a trade off,

and that's the SPLAT test.

It's the most important test
of your middle school careers,

and tomorrow you're going
to sit there and take it.

I trust you've used these
past few weeks to study up,

because you know that
this magnet program

depends on the outcome
of these tests.

If the magnet test
fails, then many of you

will have to go back
to your zoned schools.

- Can you imagine going
to different schools?

It would suck, we'd never
even get to hang out.

- I mean, take me, for example.

I didn't get to go to a
magnet school, and look at me.

- Knowing my dad, he'd
probably just ship me off

to the army or something.

- No, he wouldn't.

Would he?

- You really never make
those bonds with people.

And then you try
and you get married,

and then that doesn't work out.

He cheats, so you know-
(students groaning)

Anyway, nevermind,
so now to teach you

some totally sick stress
relieving techniques

is Mr. Gary Garrie,
our guidance counselor.

(students applauding)

- Hey, everybody.
Hey, everybody.

That was a lot, huh?

Well, that goes to show us

how much Principal Neely
loves this magnet program.

Okay?

She beat out a lot of qualified
candidates to get this job.

And it's our job to make sure
that we don't let her down!

Now, let's talk about stress.

Stress ain't groovy.
- No.

- It's not groovy at all.
- No.

- It's a bummer.
- Yeah.

- Okay? A straight up bummer.

But we have to find healthy
ways to deal with stress.

You know what it is?

- I'm listening.
- Jazz flute.

- No! No!

- Oh, come on! Every time.
(students groaning)

- No, no, no. Gary,
we talked about this.

- No jazz flute?

I was working on it.
- Nobody likes jazz flute

but you.

(playful music)

Okay, thank you,
Mr. Gary Garrie.

Moving on now, why
don't we get some words

from our campus security,
Mr. Terry Grimes.

A positive word, Terry.

- Okay, listen up, punks.

I know some of you
are gonna use this

as an excuse to act out,

but I'm here to
lay down the law.

Starting now, there
will be zero tolerance

for any malfeasance.

- Dude, check it. Check it!
- That includes antics,

hijinks, shenanigans.

- Here where it comes.

- And especially pranks.

(loud splat)
(buzzer blares)

(students gasp)

(students laughing)

- Freeman!

(students laughing)

The splatter horn.

- Your best plan yet.

(students laughing)

(loud splat)
(horn sounds)

(exciting rock music)

- Freeman!

(exciting rock music)

(horn sounds)

- Malfeasance,
malfeasance, malfeasance.

(exciting rock music)

(electrical buzzing)
(Grimes groans)

(excitable whooshing)

(boinging SFX)
(duck quacking)

So?

- Well, the person in
the video didn't lie.

The end is shocking.

- Expel them,
especially Freeman.

I know he posted this,

and I know he pulled that
little stunt on the stage today.

- Excuse me, but
whatever happened

to innocent until proven guilty?

(Cliff sighs)

Something you wanna say, Cliff?

- Why, yes, Hannah, I do
have something to say.

- Mm.
- This is a classic example

of why I don't want my boy
hanging out with your boy.

Your kid masterminds
these crazy schemes

and drags Josh down with him.

- Our boys are best friends.

How could you even think
of tearing them apart?

- Oh, don't be so dramatic.

Your boy needs discipline.

- Oh, okay. Sir, yes
sir, Lieutenant Dad!

- Don't call me that.

You know I hate when
people call me that!

- A little touchy about it.
- I'm not touchy at all.

In fact-
- When's the last time

you pooped?

- Bowel movements, that's the
term we use in our household.

- A BM?
- Yes, BM.

My bowel movements
are very regular.

- Grimes has nothing on us.

We're clean, dude.
The perfect crime.

- Yeah, but I think
we better cool it

with the pranks for a while.

I need to ace this SPLAT.

You know I have a plan.

- I keep telling you,
life is messy, Ted.

You can't plan for everything.

- I disagree.

- Besides, pranking
is what we do.

You plan 'em, I
build 'em, remember?

You're the brains,
I'm the hands?

- Yeah, but you could totally
plan a prank if you wanted to.

What about the red door?

- Ah, the red door.

- Josh did have one idea.

He wanted it to
be the gnarliest,

most epic prank ever conceived.

And it was right there,
waiting for the perfect victim.

You ever gonna tell
me what's in there?

- You don't wanna know.

- What are you guys looking at?

- Ah!
- Holy crap!

Geez, Gertz, lurk much?

- I could ask you
the same thing.

- We're just waiting
for Josh's dad

to finish yelling at your mom.

- It's almost over.
Cover your ears.

- Cover your ears?

- She's a weirdo, don't
listen to anything she-

(air horn blares loudly)

- Mr. Barker, Terry, listen.

I agree that this
kind of behavior

is not something we
value here at Springdale.

- Good.
- Finally.

- But this is a magnet school.

We need students like Ted
and Josh to keep us alive,

keep us competitive.

- So what's the
bottom line here?

- The bottom line, Mr. Grimes,

is that as long as Ted and
Josh keep their grades up,

they are safe.

(Grimes groans)
(Cliff sighs)

- Namaste.

(Grimes sighs)

(knocking on door)

- Hey.

It's a big day tomorrow.

- Yeah.

Big day every day.

- You know, I hope that you know

you do not have to be perfect
at absolutely everything

because you are
already perfect to me.

Do not stay up too late.

- Okay.

Mom was sweet, but she
didn't know what I knew.

The only difference
between a life of rules

and a life of ruin is
following the plan.

One slip today can mean
catastrophe tomorrow.

(school bell rings)

- Okay, guys, I
know you're tense,

but remember, you're the gifted
class in a gifted school.

You're the top scores on campus.

You are the Scorcerers.

You got this, okay, guys?

SPLAT time.

And remember, every
student has one

Testron answer sheet
assigned to them,

so please do not
damage or deface them.

I can't believe I
need to say this,

but please don't chew on them,

don't fold them into planes,

don't make them into
ninja throwing stars,

don't get them wet.

(droplet plops)

Okay. Deep breath.

(MR. Kade breathes deeply)

Ready?

Set.

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SPLAT!

(timer ticking)

(air horn blares loudly)

- Congratulations, Springdale!

You finished the splat.

Now, of course, we
won't have the results

until all of the answer
sheets are processed

by our own Mr. Sneederman.

Right, Mr. Sneederman?

I am so pleased to announce
Friday be a total LOSS,

Let Off Some Steam dance!

Whoo! We're gonna
finally have some fun.

It's a formal event
with its own dress code,

social expectations,
and rules of conduct.

But don't worry, I
made a 36-page handbook

on dance party etiquette,

and you can pick it
up after second lunch.

So exciting.

- [Ted] Finally, something cool!

Not the dance, of course,
no one cared about that.

We were excited
about something else.

Second lunch.

You see, for the last two years,
every day at second lunch,

there had been an event.

When I first heard about it,

I thought it was a myth,
like the Boogeyman or Bigfoot

or TikTok video that
says "wait till the end"

that's actually worth it.

But it was no myth. It was real.

He was real.

Robbie Belcher.

No one knew where he came from.

Some say he was a transfer.

Others say he's
always been here.

All we know for sure is
every day at second lunch,

he appears for the ritual.

Adults like to call
it a condition,

like an illness for
allergy, but us?

We knew the truth.

(stomach gurgling)

We knew it was a gift.

(loud, long flatulence)

(students cheer)

They say it's a stink so
rancid, so astoundingly epic,

nothing can survive it.

(fly shrieks)

(students cheering)

- Man, he's still got it.

- He really does.

- Ted, we need to talk.

Now.

(dramatic music)

- Say that again.

- F Plus.

- F Plus, what do
you mean F Plus?

- Shouldn't you be
watching the door?

You're telling me this
man who's never gotten

anything worse than an
A in his entire life

did so bad on SPLAT
that he got an F?

- Plus.
(Ted groans)

- Plus makes it so much worse.

Leaves a bad taste
in your mouth. Wow.

- Josh, watch the door.

- Not till we figure this out.

Grades don't come
out till next week.

How do we even know?

- Because as teacher's aid,
I have access to things.

- Like what?

- Oh, I don't know, maybe
the teacher's lounge?

- Good point. Go on.

- I was helping Mr. Sneederman

run the Testron answer
sheet to the reader

and I saw the grades
as they came through.

- And?

- And I wanted to see if
I did better than Ted.

So when his answer sheet
went through, I peeked.

- I knew it.

I knew the Goody-Two-Shoes
thing was just an act!

That's private information.

You're not allowed to just-

- Hide!

- Oh, hey, Penny.

What are you doing in here?

- I'm really sorry, Mr. Kade.

I just needed some space.

I'm feeling really nervous
about the test scores.

- Oh, well, that's
completely understandable.

Hey, I'm sure you knocked
it outta the park.

You're a phenomenal student.

Lemme tell you why.

Number one...

- Ugh, what a scammer.

She's got every
teacher totally fooled.

Can you believe this?

- I remember watching
you sit at recess once

with a trigonometry book,
correcting spelling errors.

- I slipped. I blew it,
I ruined everything.

- Dude, it's no big deal.

You'll come up with something.

You always have a plan, right?

(Ted groans)

Right?

- That's why we watch the door.

Is he okay?

We need to figure
out our next move.

- Our next move?

What do you care that
Ted got an F Plus.

- Because I got one too.

I've never gotten a
grade that bad before.

I don't know what happened.

- Wait, you're telling
me both you brainiacs

failed this thing?

I'm not buying it.

- Yeah, Josh is right.

Statistically, it's impossible.

There must have been a
mistake with the grading.

- I bet Mr. Sneederman
screwed it up

with his ancient computer.

Have you seen that thing?
It's even older than he is.

- Maybe, but even so, what
are we supposed to do?

- There's gotta be
someone we can talk to.

Someone on the staff who's
on our side no matter what.

- Now, Gertz, you know
I'm always on your side

no matter what.

Your mother said you've been
in this school for two years

and haven't made one friend?

- Garbage in, garbage out.

- You see, all she does
is code, code, code.

I mean, she's getting to an age

where things are
getting confusing.

And if she doesn't
wanna talk to me,

she should at least
have friends to talk to.

- Well, maybe she
needs a healthy outlet.

- Don't say jazz
flute. Don't say it.

No.

No.

I don't know what to do anymore.

Maybe I have to send her
to one of those camps

for antisocial teens.

(knocking on the door)

- Mr. Gary, we need
to talk to you.

It's urgent.

- So why do you guys
wanna retake this SPLAT?

You don't even know
how you did yet!

- We're worried.

It's always good to have
a plan B, right, Ted?

- Right, right. A plan B.

- Well, the only way you
guys could retake the SPLAT

is if your old records were lost

before they were uploaded
into your permanent record.

- Got it, and where are
the scores right now?

- Why do you guys
need to know all this?

- We're students.
We love to learn?

- [Ted] No way he
was gonna buy that.

- Okay, I'll tell
you everything.

- [Ted] I can't
believe he bought it.

Our scores were being
stored in the records room

on the oldest
computer in the world,

which belonged to
Mr. Sneederman,

the oldest file
clerk in the world.

There was only one door,
which was always locked.

And Sneederman had the only key.

The computer was so old

it couldn't even
connect to the internet.

It was safe from viruses,
hacking, everything.

The only way those scores
were gonna disappear...

- Is if someone went
in and did it by hand,

which we know ain't happening.

So I'm afraid whatever
scores you guys got,

that's the scores you guys got.

- What if I failed the test?

That's not part of the plan.

- Sorry, Ted. You can't
plan for everything.

- Well, guys, we better
start packing our lockers.

Looks like we're headed
back to our old school.

- Or the army.

I hear they won't take
you if you got flat feet.

Do either of you
have a foot guy?

- Penny, I need you
to get me a list

of everyone who failed to SPLAT.

- Okay...

- Josh, there are designs
on pages 27, 28, and 29.

Copy them down and
start building.

Are you saying what I
think you're saying?

- Yep, I have a plan.

- We're going to Canada!

- No, we're not
moving to Canada.

Why do you always think
we're going to Canada?

- It just seems nice.

- Guys, we need to make
these scores disappear

and we can't do it alone.

We need a crew.

(exciting music)

It started out pretty rough.

- Probably not Nelly.
- How about Thomas?

(exciting music)

- Eh, Thomas? The
kid needs help.

How about Bailey?

- No.
- No. Nah.

- Maybe.
- I heard she got a C once.

- Oh.
- No.

- Who is that guy?

- I don't even know.
- I don't know.

(exciting music)

- We'll get back to you!

- No.
- Not a chance.

- Nope.

(exciting music)

- Antonio. No.

- No, no, no, no, no.
- Get Antonio!

Get that monkey outta here!
- No, no, no.

No, cross Antonio out, no.
- No.

- [Ted] But the crew didn't
have to be great at everything.

Everyone just had to
be great at one thing.

- Oh, yeah! Chad.
- What about Chad?

(suspenseful music)

- How about Gertz?
- How about Gertz?

- Gertz! Gertz!
- Yeah!

- But she's kind of weird.
- She is kind of weird.

- Yeah, but she knows
the way around computers,

and we need that.

- That's true.
- I guess so. Yeah.

(suspenseful music)

- [Ted] Before too
long we had our crew.

It was me, the mastermind.

Josh, an expert prankster
who could build anything.

Penny, the insider
who had every teacher

wrapped around her finger.

The Amazing Chad,
master of misdirection,

who may have filled
out his test sheet

with disappearing ink.

- Hey!
- Hey!

(hurried footsteps)

- And Gertz Neely,
a computer whiz

who intentionally flunked
the SPLAT to annoy her mom.

- What are you doing in the
staff restroom, young lady?

You know that's off
limits to students.

- [Ted] Who just
happens to be...

- Oh, hi, baby.

Hi, Terry. Great new look.

- [Ted] Principal Neely.

(Grimes groans angrily)

(suspenseful music)

- You're a genius
with computers,

but don't have an outlet for it.

I propose we can help you, but
we need something in return.

(suspenseful music)

- [Ted] Here it is.

- [Chad] Ted, did
you get the stuff?

- You don't need a
red jacket for this.

- It's not red, it's razzmatazz.

I always wear razzmatazz
when I'm performing.

- It's $92.

- Yeah, $92 is the
price of being price

of being part of
something amazing.

- What is this place anyway?

- Layers of dust, canned
food, suspicious bucket.

My guess, Josh's room.

- Hey, this is my dad's
old doomsday shelter,

for your information.

- Interesting.

Your dad sounds hardcore,
and you're soft.

Analysis: You've tried
winning his approval.

But that got old,
so now you rebel.

Pulling pranks and cutting class

because negative attention
is better than no attention.

Is that correct?

- And she wonders why
she has no friends.

- You have got to teach me that.

- So did you figure
out when the scores

are getting picked up?

- Monday morning.

- Great, then we can pull
the heist on for Friday.

You're not worried about Grimes?

- Nope, Grimes should
be at a total LOSS.

- The Let Off Some Steam dance!

All the teachers
will be chaperoning

and the halls will
be completely open.

That's actually
kind of brilliant.

- Answer sheets.

- What about them?

- Mr. Gary said that in
order to retake the SPLAT,

we have to make all of
our scores disappear.

We have to leave no trace
of our original answers.

In order for that to happen,

those answer sheets
need to disappear too.

Sneederman's clipboard
says they're scheduled

to be picked up for
storage next week.

- But what if they're picked
up to be shredded instead?

- That can be arranged.

(suspenseful music)

- Whoa.

What is this?

- Oh, that's my dad's.

He used to play golf.

Now he says golf is for babies.

Like all games.

Or anything fun.

I just bummed myself out.

- Well, he's crazy!

This beauty is amazing!

It would make a
perfect Magic Mobile.

- Totally.

A what now?

- I always had this dream of
taking my act on the road.

A magic show on the go!

Picture it, a Magic
Mobile all decked out

with every magic
trick in the book!

(loud thud)
(metal clangs)

- Tricks, like pranks?

- Well, some of them, sure.

But alas, when it comes
to magic, I got the goods.

When it comes to making stuff,

I just don't have the hands.

- Hands you say.

Amazing Chad, let's talk.

- [Ted] The crew
was coming together.

We had a big job to do and
not much time to do it.

Luckily, everyone was in.

- I'm out.

- Gertz, wait.

- I told you she's a
weirdo. Just let her go.

- The plan doesn't
work without her.

Gertz, wait.

Wait, we need you.
What happened?

What went wrong?

- Coding makes sense to me.

People don't.

I rub people the wrong way.

- Yeah, but you
realize that your mom's

only sending you to that camp

because she wants you
to have friends, right?

- Accurate. So?

- What if we're your friends.

- But we're not friends.

- Right, but what if we're
friendzies for pretendzies?

- First, that was so cringe.

Second, are you crazy?

Hanging out with Gertz in
public? It's social suicide.

- I'll do it.

On two conditions.

One, you get my mom off my back.

And two, in coding you put in
bad code, you get bad results.

Garbage in, garbage out.

I don't want that.

I want good results.

- That makes two of us.

(intriguing music)

(intriguing music continues)

- So cringe.

Can I do it too?

- We spent hours
going over the plan.

It was pretty simple, really.

Okay, guys, so while
Sneederman's at the table,

Chad, you distract the
crowd, pulling them away.

You snag the key.

You will work lights,
locks, and camera.

And you'll be on lookout.

I'll slip out the
back, grab the key,

and erase the scores before
anyone knows what's happening.

Got it?

- Totally.

What?

- How could it be any simpler?

Guys, it's so easy.

- Yeah, for the
geniuses in the room.

- Look, it's a lot like
studying for a test.

To solve the bigger problem,

you have to break it
into smaller pieces.

- Yes, great!

So let's do this in phases.

- Ooh! With cool nicknames!

- Nicknames?

Okay, with cool nicknames.

Let's start at the top.

Sneederman and the staff
have a secret card game

in the maintenance room
during every school dance.

Sneederman always keeps
his office key with him.

We need that key.

We can't do anything
until Principal Neely

sees that Gertz is
having fun at the dance,

so that's gonna be phase
one, which we're calling...

- Smotherboard.

- Yeah!

That's cool.
- That's a good one.

- Perfect.

Now, even with
Neely off our case,

we'll still need a distraction.

Chad, that's where you come in.

- Ooh!

Phase two, Chad-straction!

- Cool.
- Okay.

- Sure.

So while Chad creates a
diversion, we can swipe the key.

That's all you, Josh.

What's the name for phase three?

- Joshination!

(all grumbling in disagreement)

- No.

- Let's call that a placeholder.

Phase four.

Our secret little buddy
will transport the key

all the way from the gym
to Mr. Sneederman's office,

which we're calling...

- Obviously Little Buddy.

- And phase five.

This is basically
an emergency phase

in case everything goes wrong.

We'll need a miracle.

- I've got this one.

Phase five. Abracadabra!

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Okay.

- All right, everybody,
let's get to work.

And we did.

Everyone did their part.

It was a little weird
because I'd never

broken a single rule before,

but I kept telling myself this
was a desperate situation.

There had to be something
wrong with those scores

and we needed to find out what.

So we kept going.

And before long, Friday came.

And the heist was on.

(upbeat music)

(upbeat music continues)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

- Malfeasance.

It's happening.

Even as a boy, I knew
one simple truth.

There's a line between
living a life of rules

and living a life of ruin.

I am that line.

Malfeasance thrives in secrecy.

Secrets are no match
for a Tattletale.

(Grimes chuckles)

(exciting dance music)

- Why do they all look
like wealthy robots?

- Steam punk!

You know, Let Off Some Steam.

- Oh!

Clever kids,
they're clever kids!

- Smart little devils.
- Look at them.

(exciting dance music)

- All right, everybody.

Smotherboard's in effect.

(exciting, tense music)

(exciting, tense
music continues)

(exciting, tense
music continues)

- Neely's on the move!

- Hey, Gertz.

- [Josh] Hey, Gertz!
So nice to see you.

- Hello, friends at dance.

- Gertz, you're the
life of the party.

All right, guys,
Smotherboard is complete.

(Josh and Ted
vocalizing spy music)

- You guys wanna
keep being idiots

or should we start
phase two at some point?

- Good point.

(exciting, tense music)

(exciting, tense
music continues)

(vent whines open)

(exciting, tense
music continues)

(exciting, tense
music continues)

- Hands, you're
going the wrong way.

Back up and take a left.

- Aw, man!

- Brains, this is the Magic.

I got a bad feeling about this.

It's bad luck to break routine
on the night of a show.

- Is this about that
red jacket again?

- [All] It's razzmatazz!

- It's it's $92.

- [Chad] Yes, Ted.

$92 is the price of being
part of something amazing.

- We don't need the jacket.
We don't need razzmatazz!

Just follow the
plan and everything-

- In a hurry, Freeman?

- Just grabbing some punch.

- Punch is that way.

I know you're up to something.

I've got eyes everywhere

and they're all watching
you like a hawk.

- Ted, you promised me a dance.

Bye, Mr. Grimes.

What did you do to that man?

- Nothing he can prove.

Hands, you in position?

- Affirmative.

Just waiting for phase two.

- Roger that, Hands.

Magic, you're on.

- Yes! Time for
a Chad-straction!

(exciting, tense music)

Yeah, baby!

Springdale!

You guys ready for
another a magic, wonder,

and pure entertainment!

Then join me on the dance floor

and let get this party started!

(exciting music)

(students laughing)

Is it working? Is
the party started?

- No, it's not working.

- What's going on?

The party's not started?

- No, the party is not started.

I repeat, the party
is not started.

Chad, you're dying out there.

- Signature move!

- I told you he couldn't
get the party started.

- Does anyone know how to
get this party started?

- Analysis: A crippling fear
of mockery and rejection

will prevent tweens from
doing anything sincerely.

Instead, every
activity must be done

under a guise of
irony and sarcasm

- [Ted] In English, please.

- If you want tweens to
dance, play something stupid.

(fun, playful music)
- Hey, kids!

- [Kids] Yeah?

- [Singer] What can you do when
you're feeling down or drab?

- [Kids] Do the
Hungry Alligator!

- [Singer] That's right!

♪ It's the hungry alligator ♪

♪ Snap, snap, snap ♪

♪ Put your hands together ♪

♪ Clap, clap, clap ♪

(fun, playful music)

- Nice, Gertz. Good thinking.

- [Penny] Nice job, Gertz.

- Good thinking, Gertz.

(fun, playful music)

What?

- Nothing.

♪ Do the funky,
hungry alligator ♪

- [Josh] Brains. Brains!

Hey, Brains!

- Go for Brains.

- Are we a go for
phase three or what?

- Good call, Hands.

Initiate...

Joshination.

In three, two, one.

(music cuts abruptly)
(kids gasp)

(electric buzz)

- What is this?

♪ Do the hungry alligator ♪
(kids cheering)

(suspect music)

- [Mr. Kade] They fixed it.

You had the key to the castle.

You had the keys.

(suspect music)

(suspect music continues)

- You leave Sammie the
Steambear out of this, Freeman.

(suspect music continues)

- Fart!

Guys, looks like
there's a backup system.

30 seconds to lights on.

- 30 seconds?

- That's it, I'm
tired of waiting.

We'll finish this
game up at prom.

- Oh, no.
- Sit down.

(teachers complaining)

(suspect music continues)

- Oh, the old'
switcheroo, eh, Freeman?

- 20 seconds.

- Not this time.

- Forget it! No lights, no game.

Not with you cheats.
- No, no, no, no.

Come on.
- Come on.

(tense music)

- Got you, Freeman!

- There a problem, officer?

- Chad?

- The Amazing Chad!

(tense music continues)

- 10 seconds.

Nine, eight, seven, six,

five, four, three.
- Almost. Dang it!

Two, one.
- Yes!

- Oh, there we go!
- See! There you go!

- Okay. Let's keep it going.

- Hands to Brains,
package received.

Looks like I'm in the clear.

(loud clanging)

Uh-oh.

(loud crashing)

- What in Sam Hill?

- Say, I hear you fine folks
like to play some cards.

- Oh, yes we do!

- Hello, come on in!

(exciting, tense music)

(tense music)

- Tech, I'm at the hallway.

- [Gertz] The door's unlocked
and the cameras are down.

(tense music continues)

- The package is in place.

- Copy that.

Little Buddy is a go.

Repeat, Little Buddy is a go.

(electronic beeping)

(remote car whirring)
(exciting music)

- Two can play at that game.

Go, Tattlers.

- Come on. Come on, where is he?

(intense rock music)
(remote car whizzing)

(intense rock music)

(intense rock music)
(remote car whizzing)

(intense rock music)

(intense rock music)
(remote car whizzing)

(intense rock music)

(intense rock music)
(remote car whizzing)

(intense rock music)
(drone whirring)

Grimes has a drone?

- [Penny] When did
Grime get a drone?

- [Gertz] That's a Tattler
surveillance drone.

Grimes is not messing around.

(intense rock music)
(remote vehicles whizzing)

- Come on! I have to get
away from this thing.

(intense rock music)
(remote car whizzing)

How is it so fast?

(drone whizzing loudly)
(remote car whizzing)

Paintballs? Are you kidding me?

(intense rock music)

Who made this?

(paintballs splattering)

(intense rock music)

This is so annoying!

(intense rock music)

Come on!

(intense rock music)
(remote car whizzing)

(drone whirring loudly)
(intense rock music)

(drone whirring loudly)
(intense rock music)

(remote car whirring quietly)

(Principal Neely gasps)

- Come on.

(remote car goes silent)

- Guys, why'd the car stop?

What's going on?

- Really, Mr. Barker?

Video games?

- I have a problem.

- Yes you do. You should
be out here socializing!

Come on, you'll get this
back after the dance. Geez

- Guys? What's going on?

- Hands is down for the count.

- You're gonna have to
get the package yourself.

- Charm is right.

Don't let the drone
camera see you.

Don't let it see your face.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(tense music)
(drone whirring)

- Come on, Freeman.

Give me the proof I need.

- I can't outrun
it! It's too fast!

Guys, I need a place to hide!

- Don't open that door.

- What is in there?

- You don't wanna know.

(tense music)
(drone beeping)

(extinguisher hissing)
(drone beeping)

(watch beeping)

(Grimes growls)

(suspenseful music)

- Guys, Neely's
headed to her office.

Why isn't she at the dance?

- [Penny] That
doesn't make sense,

I triple checked her schedule.

She should be done for the day.

- Tech, get eyes on Neely.

I need to know if
she gets back my way.

(triumphant music)

I'm in.

(intense, suspenseful music)

We did it.

- [Josh] Nice!

(all celebrating)
- Yes!

(suspenseful music)

Guys, we have a problem.

Where's Neely?

- At her desk,
starting her computer.

What's the problem?

- I'm looking at
Sneederman's clipboard.

It says he already delivered
the grades to Neely.

- What? I thought that
was happening Monday.

- Can you see what she's doing?

Does she have a floppy disc?

- Maybe?

What's a floppy disc?

- [Ted] Nevermind. Can
you see her screen?

What's she looking at?

- [Gertz] She's on the
school district testing page.

I think she's about
to upload the scores.

- [Ted] Can you
shut down the wifi?

- It's on the mesh system.

I can buy you
maybe five minutes.

- Do it. Get your mom
outta that office.

- How am I supposed to do that?

- Oh.

That's weird.

- Mother.

- Hi!

Are you okay?

Why aren't you at the dance?

- I'm in emotional turmoil

and would like to speak
to you about my feelings

for the next two
minutes and 37 seconds.

- Oh.

Okay, well, I'm just in
the middle of something.

- Take it or leave it.

I'll be in the lobby.

- Oh.

Oh, no, I'll take it.

Okay, I'll take it.

Okay. Wait, wait, wait.

I'm here. I'm here.

I'm here, I'm here. Okay.

Okay.

- No.

(dramatic music)

I shall avenge you.

(suspenseful music)

- Come on!
- Ted!

- Penny, what are
you doing here?

Helping you.

You obviously need it.

GERTRUDE55.

- What?

- Neely's password. GERTRUDE55.

- There, we got the test scores.

(dramatic music)

- Freeman.

- What? That's weird.

- What's wrong?

F pluses! Tons of them!

How could there be so many?

- What do you wanna talk about?

This is a safe space, honey.

Safe.

- Well, I'm just very
worried about time.

- Worried about time?

Time in general in life,
or just time to speak?

No, honey, I have all
the time in the world.

- Well, I feel like we
only have about 30 seconds.

- Ted! 30 seconds!

Ted! Fine, you're right.

- Come out, come out
wherever you are!

(dramatic music)

(frantic clicking)

- What?

- The mouse stopped working.

- Use the keyboard!

- I'm sorry. I know,
mom, a principal.

Too much time. Too
much time at work.

- It's not working either!

- What? It was literally
working two seconds ago.

- [Ted] I know!

- You have my undivided
attention, okay?

Let's talk.

- Time's up.

(computer beeping quietly)

- Well, that was a good talk.

It's a start, huh?

- Well, did this help?

- I hope so.

(somber music)

- What happened?

- We lost.

- Freeman!

(dramatic music)

(joyful chatter)

- Terry? Hi.

- What the heck is this?
- Girl talk.

- Girl talk.
- Torture.

(dramatic music)

(exciting, dramatic music)

- Phase five! I
need phase five now!

(exciting, dramatic music)

- Say the magic word!

- Abracadabra!

(exciting, dramatic music)

- All aboard the Magic Mobile!

Next stop, wonderment!

(golf cart whizzes)
(exciting, dramatic music)

- Freeman!

(Grimes groans)

(muffled dance music)

- Well?

- I told you we
needed that jacket.

This was not amazing, Ted.

Not amazing at all.

(golf cart whizzes away)

(somber music)

- Garbage in, garbage out.

- Well, we can't win
'em all, I guess.

(somber music)

- I'm sorry, dude.

(somber music)

(Ted sighs)

(somber music)

- Okay.

Bye.

(phone clicks on receiver)

(knocking on door)

- Ms. Neely, I need to talk
to you about the SPLAT scores.

- Yeah, I need to
talk to you too, Ted.

Come in. Sit down.

I was just about to get you.

These were on my
desk this morning.

Tampering with test scores, Ted.

I mean, I knew you are stressed

and nervous about
the test, but this?

I never expected this behavior!

I'm sorry, but this is a black
mark on your record, Ted.

No good school
will take you now.

Which is why I'm
not reporting it.

I can't protect you
anymore though, Ted.

This is the last time.

Think of it as a goodbye gift.

Goodbye?

Yeah, the SPLAT scores weren't
as good as we expected,

so I've been asked to
step down as principal.

And my replacement.

Well, they don't have the same
ideas for the magnet program.

- Who could they possibly
find to replace you?

- Well...

- It's me, Mr. Gary.

That's right. And
the rumors are true.

As of Wednesday, I'm taking
over as principle of Springdale.

And I got a big
surprise for you.

We are changing the magnet
from science and arts

to, you guessed it, jazz flute!

So if you've been practicing
like I told you to,

you still have a place
here in Springdale.

But if you haven't, good
luck at your new school.

How was that?

- Jazz flute.

Jazz flute. Nobody wants
to play jazz flute!

Anyways, did you get your
new school assignment?

I heard Gertz might be
going to Thornewick,

That weird private school.

I don't know where
Chad is going.

Magic school? Clown school?

I could actually see
him doing good there.

Not that you asked, but
my dad's trying to get me

into Remington Boy's Academy,
"where boys become men."

Whoop-de-doop-be-doop.

I mean, maybe we can still
hang out on weekends.

Just gotta see if
my dad will let me.

Dude, what's your problem?

You haven't said a
word to me all day.

Your plan didn't work, so what?

Let's at least have fun
together while we still can.

Fine, if that's
all you care about,

I hope you and your stupid
little plan have fun together.

Good luck, dude.

Nice knowing you.

- Josh, wait-
- Well, it's been another

groovy day in Springdale.

But before you all go home,

I just wanna extend a
word of appreciation

to Springdale's top student.

Someone who really knows the
importance of a good plan.

The student with the
highest GPA in the school

and the only one of the
Springdale Scorcerers

to actually ace the SPLAT.

- But I didn't ace the SPLAT.

- [Mr. Gary] Please join me
in congratulating our own...

(dramatic music)

(gentle flute playing)

(dramatic music)

(gentle flute playing)

(dramatic music)

- Hey.

What are you doing here?

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(music stops)

(gentle flute playing)

- Oh, hello, Ted.

- Penny, what's going on?

- Are you okay, Ted?

You seem confused.

- You told us you
failed the SPLAT,

but Mr. Gary's announcement
said you aced it.

Were you lying to us?

- Oh, 100%.

Wait, don't tell me you still
haven't figured it out yet.

I didn't fail the SPLAT.

Neither did you.

No one did.

- But I saw the grades
in Neely's office.

Every Scorcerer got an F Plus.

I changed them.

Well, my partner did.

We changed all the top
scores to an F Plus.

All but mine.

But those grades, they're why
the magnet's shutting down,

why Miss Neely's losing her job

and why Josh and I have to
go to different schools!

Why would you do that?

(curious music)

- I'm tired, Ted.

You know how hard I've worked?

No parties, no friends, no fun.

I wanna be the best.

And yet, when you're around,
I always come in second.

I needed you gone, buddy.

But I knew I couldn't get
you kicked out by myself.

There's only one person
in the whole school

smart enough to beat Ted
Freeman, and that's...

(curious music)

Ted Freeman.

You hate messes, Ted.

You'll do anything
to avoid them.

So when I presented you with
the biggest mess of all,

it was just a matter of time

before Ted Freeman tried
to plan his way out of it.

I'm feeling really nervous
about the test scores.

There's gotta be
someone we can talk to,

someone on the staff

who's always on our
side no matter what.

- So you knew we'd
pull the heist.

- Well, I knew you'd
do something stupid.

You and Josh can't
help yourselves.

All I had to do was help
you make it far enough

to get yourselves caught.

(curious music)

Then even if you did
figure out my plan,

no one would believe you.

(curious music)

(shutter snaps)

(curious music continues)

- You set us up.

You told us the
grades went in Monday,

but you knew they
were going in Friday.

- Oh, it's so cute
watching you catch up.

- What about the fake grades?

You can't do that.

They'd never give a
student staff access.

- Keep going, buddy.

You're so close.

Think big.

- You don't need staff access

because your partner
is on the staff.

- Ding, ding, ding!

- Good luck at your new school.

How was that?

- Just perfect, Mr. Gary.

- Why do you think Mr. Gary

told you everything
you needed to know

about where the SPLAT
scores were kept?

We gave you
everything you needed

to put a little plan together.

- What's Mr. Gary
get out of this?

- And Principal Neely beat out

a lot of qualified
candidates to get this job.

- Mr. Gary helped make
Springdale what it is,

but Ms. Neely's magnet
program gets all the credit.

He needed her gone,
I needed you gone,

and now we both
have what we want!

I'm sorry, Ted. I really am.

But like I told you after the
dance, you can't win 'em all.

(door slams shut)

(gentle flute playing)

(knocking on door)

- Go away.

- Hey, bug.

You've got some friends
here to see you.

- What are you guys doing here?

- We owe you an apology, dude.

- Yeah, it wasn't a bad
plan. It was amazing.

We were double crossed.

I know, but how did
you figure it out?

- I was reviewing the
security footage and saw this.

- That's why the mouse and
keyboard stopped working.

- Not cool.

- Smart, efficient,
tactically sound,

but definitely not cool.

My mom may be a pain, but
she's a good principal.

We need to fix this.

- So what do we do?

(contemplative music)

- I've got a plan.

- We're going-
- Not Canada!

- All right. Okay.

(inspiring music)

- Hey, you'll be at
the PTA meeting, right,

to help me win over the crowd?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Thanks. Keys, please.

- Promise to take care
of the place, okay?

- Yes, I will. Of course.

It's gonna be groovy.

- Put that away.

- Me and you, baby.

Hey!

You know how long it took
for me to sit in that chair?

Uh-uh!

- Ted figured it out.

- All of it.

- Well, most of it.
I told him the rest.

- Did you tell him about me?

- Definitely about you.

- What?

- Because if I know Ted, he's
planning something right now

and tomorrow's his last
chance to put it into action.

I need to know you'll be willing

to do whatever it
takes to stop him.

- Whatever it takes?

Penny, in case you ever notice,

I'm the new principal
of a school!

I can't just target
a bunch of kids!

- No, you can't.

But you know someone who can.

- Hey, that's groovy.

(Mr. Gary chuckles)

That's groovy.

Terry.

I'm doubling your budget.

- Why?

- So you'll use it.

(unnerving music)

- Malfeasance ends tonight.

- So first the bad news.

Our SPLAT grades have already
been uploaded to the district.

They're a part of our
permanent record now.

There's nothing we
can do about that.

- Ugh, dang it.

- The good news is
those grades are fake

and we can prove it.

- Whoo! Nice.
- Good.

- The Testron answer sheets.

Each one is printed
with the student's name

and our real test answers.

We get our hands on everyone's
original answer sheet,

and it'll prove those
other grades were faked.

- Nice.

- There we go.

- And now the bad news.

- Wait, there's more bad news.

- When I was planning
our first job,

I knew these answer
sheets might be an issue,

so I told Penny to
have them shredded.

- Seriously.
- Ugh! Come on.

- They're being held
in this storage room.

We need to get there and
swipe the answer sheets

before they're picked up
by the shredding company.

- Which is in two weeks?

- 6:00 PM tomorrow,
during the PTA meeting.

- PTA?

Dude, there's gonna be
parents and teachers there?

We're toast.

- And now the bad news.

- Wha-

- Grimes has been trucking
in a ton of equipment

since noon yesterday.

I found receipts
for lasers, alarms,

drone parts, and permanent dye.

- What's the die for?

- That's the bad news.

- Oh, come on!

- The Tattler 2.0.

It has infrared cameras and
super sensitive hearing.

Worse, it's equipped
with paintballs

filled with permanent dye,

the same kind banks use
to mark bank robbers.

- You get tagged with this
stuff, it's not coming off.

- Mr. Gary sent out an
email district-wide today

saying that any student
marked with this stuff

is expelled from everywhere.

- Can he do that?

- No school means no audience!

My act will die.

- And I'll be homeschooled.

By my mother.

- Dude, what are we gonna do?

- Guys, I know this is scary.

We get caught this time,

we can basically kiss
our futures goodbye.

But we're facing something
much bigger than us,

and someone has
to make it right.

And we are the only people
crazy enough, weird enough,

and smart enough
to pull this off.

Last time it was for us,

this time it's for
all of Springdale.

So, one last job?

- One last job.

- One last job.

- One last job.

- All right, let's do this.

Penny had eyes everywhere.

She even deputized a
bunch of eighth graders

as hall monitors.

So we needed eyes of our own.

(exciting mischievous music)

Everyone worked as a team.

(exciting mischievous music)

We weren't great at everything,

but every one of us
was great at something.

(exciting mischievous music)

Hopefully it would be enough.

(exciting mischievous music)

- Whoa!

You built this?

(dramatic militant music)

(belt buckle clicks)
(walky-talky beeps)

(keys jingle)

(dramatic militant music)

(neck cracking)

(dramatic militant music)

(electrical buzzing)
(dramatic militant music)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

- See anything interesting?

- Nothing unexpected.

- So, you got any
afterschool plans?

- Why you want back in?

- Why would I want that?

- It's not too late, Penny.

When you were with the
crew, I know you had fun.

- This is middle school, Ted.

There's no time for fun.

(exciting, dramatic music)

You have until the
bell rings, Freeman!

After that, it's game over.

- Maybe.

Maybe it's game on.

(exciting mischievous music)

Penny had Gertz locked outta
the school's power grid.

(exciting mischievous music)

The only things
she could control

were the hallway locks
and the PA system.

It would have to do.

Mr. Gary wanted the PTA
meeting to be a huge event,

a giant party just for him.

That would be our in.

We just needed the right bait.

Something amazing.

- Whoa!

I'm blown away! This is great!

You know what, and I
think it's really groovy

that you're making up for
what your friends did, okay?

But I don't have a lot of
time to learn magic tricks.

The PTA meeting's tonight.

- But you wanted it
to be big, right?

- The biggest!

- Hmm.

There might be another way.

I shouldn't even be
telling you this.

- Oh, come on, are
you kidding me?

- But magicians have a secret.

A way to win over any audience.

- I need that!

All these parents love Neely.

There's some mean parents
too, but what's the secret?

- You gotta have a big finish.

Now, tell me, Mr. Gary, how
do you feel about doves?

(doves cooing)

- About what?

- Well, you know what magicians
say about doves, right?

- No, I don't know what
magicians say about doves.

- They're very jazz flute.

(Mr. Gary chuckles)

- Make the call.

(school bell rings)

(exciting mischievous music)

- Hold it right there.

What do you think
you're doing, buddy?

- Yeah, I got party
doves for the party.

- Mm, likely story.

I'm gonna have to check
that with the chief first.

- Okay. Okay.

(doves cooing)
(exciting mischievous music)

(drone whirring)
(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(electronic beeping)

(dramatic music continues)

- Freeman!

- Listen, kid-

- Detective.

- Sure.

I don't have all day, okay?

Do you want these doves or not?

I got a whole van
of party doves.

- [Grimes] Freeman!

- You're all clear. Good to go.

- But I need someone
to sign for them, so...

Oh, sir, could you maybe sign?

No. Fine.

It's fine!

- [Chad] Come one, come all!

Come see the Amazing Chad!
- Not this time.

(dramatic music)

(siren blares)

- This is Brains.

He took the bait.

(exciting mischievous music)

(dramatic music)

- I seriously can't
believe this is working.

(dramatic music)

Like, seriously.

(dramatic music continues)

(siren blaring)
(golf cart engine rumbling)

- See how you like that!

(paintball shooter firing)

(Grimes laughs)

(dramatic music continues)
(paintball shooter firing)

(dramatic music continues)

(party horn blares)

(dramatic music continues)

(Chad giggles)

(dramatic music continues)

(music fades)

(door slams shut)

- What are you up to, Ted?

(curious music)

- Okay, so no one's gonna
sign for the party doves?

Fine. I don't need this.

Kid, party doves? You into it?

Nothing? All right.

(doves cooing)
(mischievous music)

- Oh no, we're all
the way in the C wing.

- Dude, those birds wreak.

Stinkiest magic ever.

(doves cooing)

(Josh sneezes)

(doves cooing)

Wait, am I allergic
to magic doves now?

(drone whirring)

(Josh sneezes)
(doves cooing)

- Gertz, we're pinned
down. Can you help?

- I see you.

There's just one, but
others are nearby.

Don't make a sound.

(dramatic music)

If they hear you, you're toast.

(intense music)

It's right behind you.
Stay out of sight.

Don't make a sound.

(intense music)

- No, no! Shh!

(intense music continues)

(intense music continues)

- I think I can
distract it with sound.

I just need...

(intense music continues)

(intense music continues)

(loud rock music
playing over intercom)

(loud rock music
playing over intercom)

(Josh sneezes)

Bless you.

- Thank you. Seriously.

(exciting mischievous music)

- [Ted] Gertz, we need
to get to the main hall.

How's it look?

- [Gertz] All good
for now, but hurry.

(feedback from mic whines)

- [Announcer]
Springdale parents,

we will be starting the
PTA meeting in a moment.

(Cliff sighs)

- Well. You must be happy.

Our kids losing
their best friends.

- Look, I know it's not ideal,
but it might be for the best.

They need discipline.

When you're at war, having
discipline is the only way

you make it out alive.

- This is middle school, Cliff.

Take a look around.

Does it look like
anyone's at war?

- Mayday! Mayday!

I've got bogies on my six
and I'm taking heavy fire!

Please advise, over!

(dramatic music)
(paintball shooter firing)

- Oh, yeah!

Magic is stupid! How you
like that magic, Chad, huh?

(dramatic music continues)

Eat that, Freeman!

(dramatic music continues)

- [Josh] We made it!

- Shh.

- We made it.

- Now all we have to do
is use Neely's key card

and open up the door,

put the test answer
sheets in with the doves,

and wheel out of here
like nothing happened.

(Josh and Ted vocalizing music)

(siren blaring)
(dramatic music)

- Grimes.

(brakes screech)
It's a trick.

Ted is already in the building.

- Freeman's inside?

- Break off pursuit
and get back here.

Where are my Tattlers?

- Now!

(siren blaring)
(golf cart revving loudly)

(electronic beeping)

(exciting loud rock music)

(electronic beeping)

(exciting loud rock music)

(drone beeps)

- What the?

(drone firing rapidly)
- Ow! Ow!

(drone firing rapidly)

(intercom speaker whines)
(music stops)

Aw, that was my favorite plaid.

- Whoa.

Wow, what a turnout.

Well, I should
introduce myself to you.

My name is Gary Garrie.

I am the brand new principal

for the Springdale Magnet School

of the Jazz Flute Arts.

(parents groaning)

That's right. You heard it.

Jazz Flute Arts!

No, no, no questions. No, no
questions right now, okay?

But I can assure you
that this year's program

is gonna be hip, it's
going to be happening,

and above all, it's
gonna be groovy.

No, did you hear me? Groovy.

(card reader beeping)

- Gertz, the key
card's not working.

- Fart, Penny's
already had my mother

locked outta the system.

(drone whirring loudly)
(tense music)

(drone whirring loudly)
(tense music)

- [Ted] Josh, stop! The drones!

- What? This is as
quiet as I can get.

- Josh, stop kicking.

Gertz, can you open the door?

- [Gertz] Checking.

(siren stops)

(suspenseful music)

- Open the door.

I can't!

Use your key.

- It's not working.
Why isn't it working?

(suspenseful music)

- Gertz!

(Penny grunts angrily)

Get this door open,
whatever it takes!

- What the heck is a Gertz?

(suspenseful music)

(door slams shut)

(suspenseful music)

- Where are you, Gertz Neely?

(suspenseful music)

Got you.

(suspenseful music)

(electronic beeping)

(drone whirring)
(tense music)

Follow me.

(tense music)

- Well, can you open it?

- [Gertz] Yes, if I
open all the doors.

- Great. Do it.

- [Ted] Wait, all of the doors?

- It's been hardwired together.

If I unlock that door,
all the doors open.

The Tattlers will be
on you in minutes.

- And Grimes?

- Seconds.

(drones whirring)

- Do it.

- Wait, what?

- It's the only way.

You stay here, try
to finish the job.

I'll buy you some time.

- But that's not
part of the plan.

- You're right. Can't
plan for everything.

- No.

You finish the job.
I'll buy you some time.

- No, if Grimes catches
anyone, it should be me.

I'm the one he's after.

- We'll see about that.

- Ted?

Ted?

- Do it.

(suspenseful, tense music)

(computer beeps)

(door beeps)

(suspenseful, tense music)

(door beeps)

(suspenseful, tense
music continues)

(drones whirring)

(suspenseful, tense
music continues)

(loud paintball shots)

- Fart.

(curious music)
(drone whirring)

- Barker?

- It's not Ted you're
after, you know.

It's me.

- Nice try, Barker.

Everyone knows
Freeman's the brains.

- Yeah, but I'm the hands.

All those pranks, every
remote controlled stink bomb,

the water balloon launcher,
the splatter horn.

I built them all.

- And the videos?

- Oh, you mean Wannabe Cop Fails

with 36,000 views and counting?

Did you like it?

- Barker!

(dramatic music)

- [Ted] That's when it happened.

- The ending will shock you.

(switch slips)
(fan whirring)

- To save the school
and to save his friends.

Josh Barker, the ultimate
prankster, pranked himself.

(loud flatulence echoes)

(dramatic music)

72 weeks of farts was
Josh's crowning achievement.

His finest prank.

And he planned it all himself.

The hands had become the brains.

They say it's a stink so rancid
nothing could survive it.

Gertz! Gertz!

- First Gertz, now Josh?

You have good friends, Freeman.

Too bad they're all going down.

Just like you.

- Maybe.

But that's the price of being
part of something amazing.

(sparkling SFX)
(exciting music)

(dramatic tone)

(intense, dramatic music)

(Grimes groans)

(intense, dramatic
music continues)

(Grimes coughs)

- Freeman!

(intense, dramatic
music continues)

(loud thud)

Finally! Caught you in the act!

- Do you even know
what's going on here?

Do you even care?

- All I care about is rules.

- What is your deal anyways?

- When I was your
age, I had a saying.

"One slip today could be
a catastrophe tomorrow."

(Grimes grunts)

(dramatic music)

I never slipped, Freeman.

Not once.

And look at me now.

(dramatic music continues)

(dramatic music continues)

(dramatic music continues)

(watch beeping)

- Thank you.
- No!

Ted, run!

(dramatic music continues)
(drones whirring)

(dramatic music continues)
(drones beeping)

(dramatic music continues)
(paintball shots firing)

(dramatic music continues)

(door slams shut)

(somber music)

(paintball shots firing)
(Ted groans)

(somber music continues)

- Come one, come all!

(somber music continues)

- Ted! Ted!

You have to get up now.

- My pants!

- Come on, Ted! Move!

- My pants!

(somber music continues)

- It's the end of an era and
the beginning of a new one.

Right now, I'm going to name

the new student ambassador

of Springdale's new Jazz
Flute Magnet, Penny Prichard!

(parents clapping)

Oh, oh, oh!

And also, as of this week,

Ms. Penny Prichard has
the highest GPA score,

which actually makes her
number one, all right?

Number one!

(parents applauding)

Come on!

(parents applauding)

- Oh, that's gotta
hurt, huh, Freeman?

But that's the price
for malfeasance, boys.

Cold sting of justice.

(buzzer beeping)

Oh, that's probably
your parents.

I gave them a call.

It's not gonna be like
last time, though.

This time I got proof.

This time, nobody's saving
either one of you two.

(buzzer beeping)

Oh no.

They sound mad.

- That's enough.

- I'm just making
sure they can hear.

- I suppose I should let 'em in.

I know the law is
supposed to be impartial,

but I gotta admit, I'm
really gonna enjoy this.

Whoa!

Hey, Sammie the Steambear,
what you got there?

(playful music)

Classic Steambear.
Stay outta trouble.

(buzzer beeping)

- It takes a woman's
touch sometimes, Cliff.

- What, are you gonna just
gently press the button

and that's gonna be it?
- What, are you gonna

just with your
giant man fingers?

- I'm just making sure that...

- Here he comes.

(parents booing)

- Okay, people.

People, okay. The answer is no.

We cannot go back
to the old magnet.

And yes, the new magnet
has to be jazz flute.

(parents shouting angrily)

- What are you thinking?

- What is this all about?

- Malfeasance of course,

- Of course it is.

Malfeasance.

- Didn't I tell you
what would happen

if you kept hanging around with-

Oh, gee, son!

You wreak!

- Where is Ted?

- Right there, the one and only.

- I am not joking, Mr. Grimes.

Where is my son?

(parents booing loudly)

- Listen, if you had
passed the SPLAT thing,

then this wouldn't be a problem.

But what do you want me to do?

(parents booing)

Listen, I'm trying
my best tonight.

Wait a minute, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

Here we go, and now
for the big finish!

- Lady, that's him.

That's Freeman in
the red hoodie.

- Okay, that's not
red, it's razzmatazz.

- No, it can't be.

(music swells)

- There a problem, officer?

- No!

- And now join me for
the Springdale Magnet

for the Jazz Flute
Arts takes flight!

(crate thuds open)
(papers shuffling)

(parents gasping)

- [Parent] What is that?

- What is all this?

- They're the SPLAT scores.

The real ones.

- What?

I don't understand, I
delivered that bin myself.

- The ol' switcheroo?

- The ol' switcheroo!

- [Penny] You have
good friends, Freeman.

Too bad they're all going
down, just like you.

- Maybe.

But that's the price of being
part of something amazing.

(exciting upbeat music)

(exciting upbeat
music continues)

- So if you're here,
then that means...

(Grimes grumbles)

(parents booing)

- Care to explain this?

- It's simple, Ms. Neely.

Mr. Gary wanted your job.

I guess he was always
tired of being...

Overlooked.

So he faked the SPLAT scores
and shut down the magnet.

(parents all gasp)

- The SPLAT scores were fake?

- That's right, ma'am.

Mr. Gary failed us.

- He sure did.

- Come on!

You're gonna actually listen to-

You're gonna listen to him?

Come on, you guys!

Who are you gonna believe?

These genius kids, or me?

Genius kids, or me?

(crowd booing loudly)

- Yeah, I get it now.

(parents all booing)

(parents all laugh)

- Faking test scores,
defrauding the school system,

abusing his position.

I don't know about you,

but I think there's a
perfect word for that.

- Malfeasance.

Tattletales, assemble.

(intense, dramatic music)

- What!

What is-

(intense, dramatic
music continues)

(intense, dramatic
music continues)

(intense, dramatic
music continues)

Oh, bummer!

(rapid paintball fire)
(Mr. Gary shouting in pain)

- You know what?

This isn't worth it!

I did it. Okay?

I did it. It wasn't
the kids, it was me.

Okay?

It was me. There.

- I cannot believe our
boys pulled this off.

You know, that must
have taken so much-

- Discipline.

- Uh-huh.

(Cliff laughing)

- It was all me, okay?

You satisfied?

Can I get a wet
wipe or something?

(watch beeping)

(drones whirring)

- [Ted] You can guess
what happened next.

Ms. Neely got her old job back.

(playful music)

After he was let go,

Mr. Gary decided to
follow his passion.

(groovy flute playing)

(playful music continues)
(keys jingling)

Grimes had to give up all
his fancy new gadgets.

At least we think he did.

(playful music continues)

And Chad finally got to
take his act on the road.

(loud boom)
(doves cooing)

Kinda.
- Whoo!

(all applauding)

- Well, guys, it's been amazing.

If you ever need me,
feel free to call.

- Wait, your last
name is Zandini?

- Yeah, so?

- Zandini? But you
go by Amazing Chad?

- What have I done?

Come see the Amazing Chad!

- So, good results?

- Smart, efficient,
tactically sound.

Analysis: Not garbage.

And I'm sorry for saying you
were acting out for attention.

That wasn't cool.

- It's fine.

I was only mad 'cause
you were right.

How'd you know?

- Easy. It's exactly what I do.

Friendzies for pretendzies?

- Maybe not pretendzies.

(lighthearted music)

I've said too much.

(lighthearted music continues)

- Well, we did it.

We saved the school.

- Yep. Worst plan ever.

(lighthearted music continues)

(Josh vocalizing spy music)

(lighthearted music continues)

- So something
tells me you're not

going down for any of this.

- Mr. Gary's in enough
trouble as it is,

and taking orders
from a 12-year-old?

Not a good look.

But you were right, Ted.

- When I was with you and
the crew, I did have fun.

- So, I guess it'll be
trying to take me down again.

- No, Ted, we both know
there's only one person

in the whole school smart
enough to beat Ted Freeman.

- See you in class.

- See you in class.

Let's talk about plans.

Everything you've ever loved,

every cool thing
that has ever existed

did start with a plan.

But Josh was right.

Life can be messy.

There's order, there's chaos,

and somewhere in
between, there's us.

It's good to have plans, but
you can't plan for everything.

Where's the fun in that?

(exciting music)

(exciting music continues)

(exciting music continues)

(phone notification blips)

(suspenseful music)

(phone notification blips)

(suspenseful music)

(exciting, dramatic music)

(exciting, dramatic
music continues)

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music continues)

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music continues)

(exciting, dramatic
music continues)

(mischievous music)

(mischievous music continues)

(mischievous music continues)

(mischievous music continues)

(mischievous music continues)

(upbeat, exciting music)

(upbeat, exciting
music continues)

(upbeat, exciting
music continues)

(upbeat, exciting
music continues)

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