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(gasping)

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(bell ringing)

(sizzling)

And that's what's supposed to happen.

So, um--

Uh, class is over.

It's just, uh--

Read chapters-- uh--

There's no, uh, there's no homework.

Get out!

Hurry, please!

(neon zapping)

So, every item confiscated by Lounsberry

goes to the vault.

The vault is a solid steel bank case,

one foot thick on each side.

The lock is a four-digit combo.

That only locks between 3:00PM and 4:00PM?

No.

You can unlock it at any time.

Now. Now, the vault is located

inside the principal's office,

and there's two points of entry.

One is the air duct that enters into the closet.

The other is the front door.

The air duct has a drop of 15 feet,

which means getting back up in it is a no-go.

The door is a double cylinder knob,

which means you need the key to enter and to exit.

But there are lasers in his office

that'll burn a hole in you!

No.

There's no lasers in there.

But he does have a guard dog of a secretary.

She's in the office till 5:00.

And then the motion sensors go off in the halls?

Actually, yeah.

There are motion sensors.

I forgot about the motion sensors.

So how do we do this?

Sounds like we need a blind man's handshake,

a triple hashtag,

the biggest Ring Around the Rosie ever attempted,

and a handful of Tic Tacs.

Tic Tacs? For Hulk.

He's been breathing his terrible breath on me all plotting.

(muffled laughing)

I'm sorry.

My stomach acidic levels are high

causing some gastroesophageal reflux.

But here's the important question-

which Ocean's 11 character are we?

Hmm.

You're obviously Brad Pitt,

the silent, dangerous one that's always eating.

I'll be the mastermind leader.

'Cause a girl can't be an evil mastermind?

First off, I don't look at the world through that lens,

and I obviously hold rank as bad apple in the group.

And of course, my striking resemblance to George Clooney.

Whatever lets you sleep at night.

Can I be Don Cheadle with the English accent?

Yeah. Why not?

Sure. Yes!

There are only two people that have keys

to Lounsberry's office-

Lounsberry and Caretaker Jay.

Jay naps by the portables until quittin' time.

Joy, it's your job to get a mould of his key

using imprint putty that Hulk made

out of glue and liquid starch.

I'm on it.

Yeah.

(keys clinking)

Huh?

Raign: Joy will deliver the imprint to Hulk.

Hulk will scan it and print a new key

using the school's 3D printer.

Then he'll access the school's security cameras.

Hulk will be our eyes in the sky.

(in English accent)

I don't care! Just do it.

And what about the vault combination?

That's the easiest part.

(drone beeping)

(sighing)

I can't believe this. (chuckling)

Karen?

I'll put this with the rest.

Mess with me, will you?

'Aight, geezers. We's is all set.

Commence priority package.

(whistling)

(thudding)

Lounsberry: (muffled) Huh. Who is this from?

Karen: The board of education.

Oh. May as well burn it.

Bre Well, how are we gonna get everybody

out of the office before 5:00?

Harry Haskell.

The Ping-Pong champ?

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♪ Our biggest and boldest ever ♪

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♪ I'm losin' my mind, oh! ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Tell me you like it ♪

Reigning champ Harry Haskell

lost All City this year by one point to Louis Bink.

On his way home, Louis forgot his paddles in the change room.

Harry Haskell smashed them in rage.

However,

upon closer examination, he noticed a smell.

The smell of benzene.

Lord above!

Benzene glue under the paddle

gives Louis a faster spinner by almost 30%!

Social media blew up,

demanding Bink renounce his championship.

Parents fought, principals got involved,

and finally the Board of Ed had to step in.

Without proof that they were Bink's paddles,

they would have to redo the championship.

What's that have to do with anything?

The rematch is today.

The who's who of education is going to be there.

There is no way Lounsberry and the school staff

are going to miss it.

Do you think David Suzuki's gonna come?

Joy: I think he has better things to do.

(bell chiming over PA)

(sighing)

Karen over PA: The Ping-Pong championship rematch

begins in a few minutes.

Please make your way to the gym.

(bored sighing)

(computer beeping)

(in English accent)

Yo, the bald eagle has flew the coop, mate.

What?

Would you stop doing that terrible accent?

No one can understand you.

You're all clear!

(breathing heavily) Oh.

Okay, give me the combo.

All right. 1, 2,

3, 5.

(lock clicking)

It's not here.

Oh, wait. Behind you-

it's on the desk!

(exhales sharply)

No, no, no, no! My drone!

Don't worry, homebrew.

You'll get it back at the end of the year.

End of the year?

(snapping noise)

Guys?

I think we have a problem.

Joy: It broke off.

I can print another key.

There's no time.

Pass me a piece of gum.

I'm goin' in.

He's takin' the air duct!

(rattling from closet)

Someone call for a rescue?

Don't flatter yourself.

What I can't do is get this piece of key out.

Hmm.

Science.

Sure, sure, Bill Nye.

Lounsberry: (muffled) Karen, I'll be in my office.

(sighing) Well, that was a terrible match.

Your boy, Harry, sucks.

That game is gone.

(sighing) I thought for a moment

this school might have some glory left.

But, like Bink's paddle,

it was barely held together.

(chuckling)

(sighing)

Please, make yourself at home.

Oh, yes.

Actually just need you to sign those forms

and then I'll be on my way.

(sighing)

Here!

Ram J Ram

officially now own Alexander Graham Bell Middle School.

(exhaling)

You know, you don't have to leave.

I could actually get you a great deal on a condo unit

when we take this building down this summer.

(gasping)

(suspense music playing)

Boss! Harry Haskell just won!

But the Edison students are tearing the gym apart.

It's a madhouse!

I love a riot.

Guys, they're gone. Get out now.

Let's get outta here.

We made it.

(panting)

(in accent) Nice bit wit' the gum n' keys.

Pure bees and honey.

I thought you guys were goners.

What's wrong?

They're closing down the school forever in three weeks.

Wait- what?

How?

They're tearing it down to build condos.

So what? This place could use a little sprucing up.

Wait- does this mean

we're all gonna get split up next year?

(piano music playing)

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(door creaking)

(neon zapping)

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