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♪ Day, day, a bright day ♪

♪ All day ♪

(sighing) Hey, sport.

Your sister tells me

you got into some hot water yesterday.

Is that true?

Raign, you can't win the game from the penalty box.

You know that.

You can on a short-handed goal.

That is my girl!

But you know what I mean.

Yeah.

I should get going. So--

Are you trying out for something?

What? No.

I just need to borrow some stuff.

Oh.

When are you going to accept that I'm not an athlete?

I will.

I have.

The bag threw me, okay?

I know how you love

your grades and scholarships and academia.

I get it.

I've heard you make fun of nerds.

Who says I don't like nerds?

I love you, don't I?

No. Come on. That's not what I meant.

Look. Hey.

The tourney is on this weekend.

What say you watch it with us?

Like old times.

Yeah, sure. Like old times.

(school bell ringing)

Hey, champ?

Yeah?

Just keep that stick--

I mean brain-- On the ice.

What?

Just stay out of trouble.

Okay.

(box banging on binders)

Today, you all get to meet my first love.

Will.

Shakespeare.

(student coughing)

"Alas, poor Yorick. I miss him."

(squeaking)

(screaming) Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

Ugh!

Ugh. Run and get help, somebody!

Run!

Hey. Stop running. Stop running. (whistle blast sounding)

(something clicking)

Male Teacher: Okay.

I know we spent a long time on this.

Wait a tick.

Okay.

That's pretty funny, right?

Which one of you replaced my formula

with the chemical equation for flatulence?

(students chattering, giggling)

(flatulence sounding)

I can't believe you did that. That was crazy.

Hey, what took you guys so long?

Was there a sale on berries at Dingle's?

What?

Come on. Let's go eat dingle berries.

Raign: Okay. Here's the fire symbol.

Joy: "I give thee a group of three.

"The first immobile will always be.

"The second hungry, though food has he.

The third takes flight, we no longer see."

A group of three what? People?

Things.

Riddles do this all the time.

It sounds like people, but it's things.

Or it sounds like things, but it's people.

But sometimes it sounds like people and it is people,

and other times--

Things are things. Yeah.

We get it, Mr. Explains Trains and Automobiles.

I'm sorry, Mr. Brett.

Raign: So, it's things.

Three things.

Hulk: Exactly.

They're all related. Like, they all go together logically.

Like peanut butter and jam.

Hulk: Protons and electrons.

Fire and water.

(snapping fingers) Fire.

The riddle is about fire. The second part, at least.

Right. It eats but it's always hungry.

It burns fuel forever and never gets enough.

Oh! So, the third thing must be smoke.

There one minute, gone the next.

What's immobile?

The stove.

All: Ah.

Hulk: It looks like it funnels

the heat and smoke

into a boiler-type unit.

I bet it works with combustion and steam.

So, we have to burn something.

Nothing in this room looks very combustible.

So, what, then?

Our clothes?

You can't be serious.

I mean just enough to remain decent, of course.

Pants, maybe?

But these are my Tuesday pants.

If I burn them,

then what will I wear next Tuesday?

Bre Wednesday pants?

Then what will I wear on Wednesday?

Thursday pants.

Anarchy!

(sighing)

Okay. So, what do we do?

Hold on.

The answer is right above us.

What does that--

No.

Library books? Are you serious?

Yeah, sure. Why not?

I can't believe we even have to explain this to you.

It's like burning knowledge, Mr. Brett.

Joy: The collective progress

of all human civilization.

The shared enlightenment of every person on earth.

Relax, Gutenberg gang. This isn't the library of Alexandria.

Those aren't one of a kinds, and not even close to originals.

Alexandria? Gutenberg? Who are you?

I'm in the detention room all the time.

I get bored. I read.

You're a nerd. One of us.

(chanting) One of us. One of us!

No.

One of us. One of us!

No, no, no.

Stop! Stop, everybody. Quiet, quiet!

My point is,

those books are out of date

and probably still think that the Earth is flat.

All: Hmm.

All right!

Let's make like a nose and get picking.

♪

♪ You never thought you'd see ♪

♪ These kinds of brains on me ♪

♪ Watch out ♪

♪ And don't doubt ♪

♪ So if I lift you up ♪

♪ Don't you all let me down ♪

♪ I'm looking for you ♪

♪ And you will come around ♪

Bre And here I thought I'd never

use these in real life.

(door slamming)

This is wrong. It's so, so wrong.

Then why does it feel so right?

Okay. Who has a lighter?

No. Are you guys serious?

Wow, wow.

That is a piece of judgmental garbagio

right there. I'm ashamed.

Embarrassed for you.

Profiling is what it is.

School delinquent.

He's got to have a lighter, right?

"Oh, hello, Mr. Hoodlum. You must have a lighter.

You got to have a lighter."

(sighing) Disgusting.

We're sorry, Mr. Brett.

We're all guilty of preconceptions.

(sighing)

So, do you have a lighter?

Yeah, of course.

(lighter clicking)

(mechanism squeaking)

Hulk: Look! The centrifugal governor.

It's opening!

(creaking)

(sparks zapping)

(slamming)

Look. The pipe!

Guys--

(rattling)

(coughing, beeping)

No! The centrifugal governor's scissor arm

has sheared right off.

Hulk, we got to go.

We have no time. Come on.

Well, I hope you pranksters have finally learned--

What the--

Um, we--

Ah, we-- Well--

We were-- As you can see--

It was the ventilation system, sir.

You know, there was loud noise,

and then smoke.

Black cloud of doom.

(coughing)

Oh. This is all from the vent? Really?

All: Yeah.

Mm-hmm. For sure.

You know what?

Just go.

Mr. Brett, that lighter, do you ever use it for--

Lighting toots? You bet, buddy.

So, what's with the pin?

You part of some secret society or something?

It's private.

Secret society. I knew it.

(keys jingling)

♪

Jay, when you have a minute,

I want you to confirm something for me.

Jay: Copy that, boss.

Whatever you need.

♪