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Singing is, of course, a key element to any musical. It can transcend a mere

moment and make it an experience.

Some people are born with the gift of an amazing singing voice.

And some people are not.

But have no fear, I've found... I

give you the auto -tune microphone.

It makes any voice sound amazing.

Ta -da!

Try it. Sing anything you want. Anything I want.

I don't need this because I am already so talented.

Deborah, how dare you?

We sound amazing. That was such a good idea.

Yo, Bert.

If burps sound that good, I wonder if...

Your microphone privileges have been revoked. Too late.

Aw, Bench!

Max,

we have an emergency.

Don't worry, Dorothy. I've already created a schedule on how we'll share

of the microphone. It's not that.

Gertie's favorite hat is missing.

Oh, I'm sure it'll turn up.

Skip's tap shoes are gone.

They are?

No one's breaking into the theater and messing with our stuff.

I don't think that's it. I agree with Gertie. It's probably just a ghost.

And I take back my agreement.

It's the Phantom of Farth Hall.

One hundred years ago, on this very night, a talented actress died on stage

a light mysteriously fell on her during her solo.

The story goes that it was her jealous co -star who paid a stage hand to drop

the light.

The actress has been haunting the theater ever since.

This place is haunted?

Ew. So a ghost has my tap shoes?

Guys, you probably just misplaced yourself.

I'm going to grab the microphone so we can start rehearsal.

I'll see everyone on stage in five.

Except you, Oliver. You need to work on your bio for the program. It's late.

Every year, the bane of my existence is writing my bio for the program. Not

because I don't like writing about myself, but because it's impossible to

much talent into such a small space.

Like a rare snow leopard, Oliver Olivier is a kind of majestic creature most

would wait their entire lives to catch a single glimpse of.

No, too humble. So if a ghost put on my tap shoes, would the shoes become

invisible too?

It's very possible, bro. Can you two please be quiet while I'm writing?

no such thing as a ghost. I need a ghost writer.

Someone who can write my bio for me but give me all the credit. A storyteller. A

wordsmith. A poet.

But who?

Fearing my light because the world is brighter with me shining in it.

Okay, who has it? Has what? The microphone. I locked it in my office and

it's gone. It was probably stolen like Gertie's had in Skip's tap shoes.

It was probably the... Do not say ghost. Do not.

Phantom.

Say it, Mac.

Go ahead.

Okay, Darcy was right all along. Someone is stealing her stuff.

So we're opening up an investigation.

Mac. I'm going to be a good cop and I'm going to be a bad cop. No, we're going

to report it to the proper authorities.

Oh, bummer.

So, someone stole your microphone. Not just any microphone, a really cool one.

They also took a hat and some tap shoes.

I thought I made it abundantly clear that the arts are dumb and I don't care

about your drama club. Excuse you. We work very hard.

You think you work hard?

I'm the first person at this school in the morning and I'm the last to leave at

night. You don't hear me complaining.

Well, you're our principal, so you should be able to help.

Just leave it. Get out.

And don't bother me again with your drama nerd nonsense or I'm going to turn

that theater into a game room for the football team. Those boys deserve a ping

pong table.

I have a feeling he might come around.

He won't. It's up to us. If we want to take this musical to the next level, we

need to get that mic back. It's time to investigate. Yes, investigate! I call

bad cop.

Fine. Just make sure nobody gets hurt this time.

No promises.

Someone has been stealing our stuff, and we need to find out who it is.

So we've made a list of students who might be holding a grudge against us.

It's a long list.

Glad you could sit down with us, Megan. You must be thirsty.

It's 2 % locally sourced. Drink from that, Earl. Hope that's okay for you.

Thanks. I am thirsty.

Tough!

What's her problem?

Oh, what's my problem? I'm bad cop, which means I'm everybody's problem.

Hey, no one's in trouble here. We just want to ask you a few questions.

Where were you last night, training for a big chess tournament?

At home, studying for my algebra test. I was wiping out Tomato Town.

The code word for something, Mac. He's hiding something.

Get him, bad cop.

I know what you're hiding. I was in my backyard, charging my cryptos.

Does this box look familiar to you?

Nope. No. No? No. Let me check in with my third eye.

No.

Where is... The microphone. I don't know. The microphone was in this box.

Oh.

Hmm.

What's this?

It looks like a fake sugar packet.

Hey, watch the staff.

You watch the staff.

Dorothy, it's a clue.

Whichever kid stole the mic must have accidentally dropped it in the box. Kid?

What self -respecting kid eats fake sugar?

Simone was right.

Kids don't eat fake sugar.

But you know who does?

Adults, man.

They love it. Which means the burglar we're looking for is most likely... a

teacher!

First rule about being my ghostwriter.

No one can know you exist.

They have to think I wrote everything myself.

What do I get out of this?

$20. That's not my rate.

Okay, what if I...

Also offered you these 200 thread count mattress farm sheets, which

I will need you to work into my bio per my mattress farm contract.

I invented seamless product placement.

I'm in.

When do we start?

Oh, you're already on the clock.

Yo, is that the gold? No, that's Oliver.

But who is he talking to?

Oliver Olivier is more than just an artist.

He is the art itself.

That's good.

For a ghost.

You're thinking what I'm thinking? Oliver's a ghost.

No.

Oliver can talk to ghosts. Right.

Can I help you two? I'm very busy writing my bio all by myself.

We just wanted to ask the ghost where my tap shoes are.

What makes you think I know a ghost?

I don't know a ghost.

Never seen a ghost. Now I must get back to writing my bio. All alone would not

help many ghosts. Okay, bye.

Want to talk to the ghost?

We have to hunt them first.

Ghost hunting?

We have to investigate the teachers. So we're making Mr. Snippet go undercover

in the teacher's lounge.

He's gonna hate it.

I hate this.

Don't make me go into the teacher's lounge. All you need to do is find out

teacher uses the thick and slim fake sugar.

And also, I hear there's a bowl of confiscated candy, and I need you to get

sour straws back. They're green and sour.

The microphone is in this tie clip. What do I say?

It will be in your ear the entire time.

Ear! Right.

Check one, two. Can you hear me?

Please don't make me do this.

I don't know how to be a teacher. All right, it's working. Go get him, Sniff.

No. Go get him. I don't want him.

Oh, look at that.

Go.

Mr. Sniff. Like a child.

Go. I don't want to be a child.

Behold, my ghost hunting equipment.

I come from a long line of ghost hunters.

This is radio.

Spirit box.

Picks up ghost sounds.

This looks like my dad's camera. This is not your dad's camera. This is a night

vision camera.

For seeing ghosts.

And I suppose this is what we use to trap the ghost once we find it. No.

That's a bubble wand.

It's for fun.

Don't eat it.

Where have you been going, Timothy?

Awful. I hate every kid in my class.

Okay, Snippet, all you have to do is act natural.

Clyde! You lost, buddy?

We never see you in here.

Oh, no. What do I do?

Just tell them you stopped in to grab some coffee and ask about the candy

I'm not lost. I just came in to grab some coffee bowl.

Candy coffee.

Isn't being teachers so lit, right?

Wow. Okay, this is going terribly. Just walk.

Walking away.

Just stand still.

Does not sound good.

Just stand still.

If anybody needs a binder, right there.

Transformative years. A selfless Oliver single -handedly rescued his preschool

choir program from the jaws of being basic.

Do we want to say basic? It's just so... basic.

Oliver, we've been in this room for like five hours. I need a break.

Fine. But no one can see you leave this room.

On sale now at Mattress Farm. Eye holes would have been nice.

Oh, you'll figure it out.

Ear ghost.

Ear ghosty ghosty. It's a ghost, Bench, not a dog.

This night vision camera makes everything look creepy.

Gertie, you look creepy.

Bench looks creepy.

That ghost looks creepy.

No, it's a ghost. Gertie.

Did you just ditch us? What are we doing?

I'm freaking out, bro.

Communicate with him. My therapist says I need to find other outlets for my

anger, but he's a moron, so I'm not going to do that. You can't let anybody

you what to do, especially doctors.

You want a sour straw?

My straw!

Ask about the fake sugar.

Speaking of anger management, if I were to put fake sugar into my coffee, which

one would you suggest?

Oh, I like thick and slim.

That's a fine choice.

Who else uses thick and slim?

Uh, there's a few of us. Me, Martha, Mr. Sabrio, the janitor. Oh, you love me.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

What are you doing here?

Is it working?

I don't know.

Hold it on here. Hold it on here.

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

You all right, Clyde?

Yeah.

Just the headaches.

It's probably from all that fake sugar. That stuff's poison.

Now you're starting to sound like a doctor.

Don't roll your eyes at me, Martha.

I'm a chemistry teacher.

I know what stuff is made of. I can roll my eyes whenever I want.

Not at me!

I did it at you. Stop doing it!

I did it at you.

You gotta chill, man.

This must be it.

Our ghosts?

Yo, what do we do?

I've never talked to a ghost before. I don't know what to do. Let's ask

questions. Do you like being a ghost? Can you run through a wall? Is it fun

scaring people?

Do you want to be friends?

Do you like candy?

Yes. Yes. No, yes.

Yes, but only dark chocolate. Oh, and forget you ever saw me.

Bro.

Bro, we just hunted our first ghost.

We're natural at this. Oh, man, yeah. But I feel like we forgot to ask you

something.

Oh, man, my tap shoes.

Please narrow the suspects down to Coach Cobbler, the lunch lady, and the

janitor. They all three use thick and slim fake sugar.

Great. So now all we have to do is confront them and say, hey, are you

our stuff? What's up with that?

We can't just accuse a teacher of stealing. They'll deny it, and it'll be

word against ours.

We need to catch them in the act.

We need to do.

Takeout. Takeout! Oh, this investigation gets cooler by the second! And thanks

to Sniff It, we got enough candy to keep us up all night.

What?

are so much cooler on TV.

It's been like four hours.

It'll be worth it. But what I can't figure out is why the lunch lady would

tap shoes.

For tapioca pudding.

Sorry. That's the candy talking.

None of this is adding up.

What are we missing?

I can't believe we forgot to ask the ghost about all our missing stuff.

Don't worry, we'll find them again. This thing went online to us.

You have to turn it on first.

Gertie! Where'd you go? You missed the ghost!

I was securing the perimeter.

That was a lie. I ran away.

Ghosts freak me out.

He came from there.

It's working, Gertie!

Gertie?

We're so lucky he secures the perimeter for us.

I think we're getting closer.

Dang it. It's just a favorite clip.

Greg Gibbons?

You're funny, bro. The ghost name is not Greg Gibbons. That's our principal's

name. Why is his name on our wall?

Principal Gibbons was in the drama club? That doesn't make any sense. He hates

the drama club.

You think you work hard?

I'm the first person at this school in the morning, and I'm the last to leave

night.

Gibbons is the thief.

Is that Gibbons?

To be honest, Bianca, I didn't think you had it in you.

But this bio is 15 ,000 words of peer perfection.

Glad you're pleased.

I'd say it was worth it, but I'd be lying.

Do you hear that?

Is that coming from the stage?

I am not a stranger to the dark.

Hide away, they say, cause we don't want your broken parts.

I've learned to be ashamed of all my scars.

Run away, they say, no one will love you as you are.

But I won't let them break me down to dust. I know that there is a place for

For we are glorious.

Here we thought Principal Gibbons was just the theater thief. But it's so much

weirder. Look out! Here I come.

And I'm marching on to the beat I drum.

I'm not there to be seen. I make no apologies.

This is me.

When the sharpest words want to cut me down, I'm gonna send a flood, gonna

drown them out.

This is brave, this is bruised, this is who I'm meant to be.

What are... Students aren't supposed to be here after hours.

Clyde, I thought we agreed no more sleeping in the school.

We were on a stakeout. I don't sleep in the school. That's ridiculous.

Please don't fire me.

We saw the whole thing.

Why didn't you tell us you were in the drama club?

Because it's a path I try to forget.

Cool. Can I have my shoes back now? No, back in my day, theater was actually

cool.

Not dumb like it is today.

Everyone wanted to be in the drama club.

I had to audition 26 times before they let me in. But then they cast me as a

toad. Not a singing toad. Not even a speaking toad.

Just a toad.

In that moment, I vowed I would return to TMS as principal.

To destroy the club that destroyed my dreams.

Dang.

That's playing the long game.

Well, good luck with that because we have your performance on video.

What? The football -loving people of Tookus would love to know that their

principal is secretly a drama nerd.

Drama nerd.

You're right.

I actually do love the arts.

And I feel terrible for the way I've been treating you all.

From this point forward, you have my support.

Really? That's all we ever wanted, Principal Gibbons.

And bigger dressing rooms.

Okay, settle down.

So, Barth, high luck out there. I've been working on my paradiddles.

No, they look really good. Yeah, you want to see them? Oh, great, okay.

And deleted.

And now from the recently deleted. Now that's acting.

You have no proof. It's your word against mine.

And they'll never believe you.

Oh, my gosh.

And he still has my tattoos.

Well, that was weird.

Wait.

If the ghost was actually Gibbons, then who are we talking to?

Guess we'll never know.

Some ghost stories are just stories.

Mm -hmm.

Okay. Good day, everyone.

You know I don't sleep in school, right?

It was just a joke, guys.

I'll do it for the drama.

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