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- Class, it's everyone's

favorite time of year.

- Heirloom tomato season?

- No.

- Taco season?

- That's not a thing.

- I think what Mr. Williams

is referring to

is the upcoming election

for class president.

- So when you mean

"everyone's favorite time

of year,"

you mean just Ricky's?

- That's correct, Dawn.

But this year

we're going to jazz it up a bit

with online polling

that will tell us

minute to minute

who the most popular

candidate is.

- Ooh, I hope

there will be graphs.

Perhaps a bar graph,

a histogram,

or, dare I say it,

a scatterplot.

- You know very well

there will be a scatterplot,

Ricky.

You helped design the app.

- I'd also like to help design

the future of this school,

which is why I'd like

to announce my candidacy

for class president.

It would be an honor

to serve you all.

- I wish you'd serve me

some pizza right now,

because I'd like to announce

that I am hungry.

- Does anyone else

want to run for president?

So far in all my classes,

no one is running but Ricky.

- Dawn, you should run.

You're popular,

you're a leader

on the soccer field,

and most importantly,

I'd be best friends

with the president.

- Aw, thanks, Mae,

but I don't know.

I think Ricky would be

a good president,

and it's really not my thing.

- Thank you, Dawn.

I would make a good president.

And she's right, Mae.

It's really not her thing.

- Well, what do you mean,

it's not my thing?

- Hey, you're the one who said,

"It's not my thing."

And I agree.

It's not your thing.

- Well, you don't get to say

it's not my thing.

Only I get to say

what my thing is.

- Look, it's not a bad thing

you know it's not your thing.

That's a good thing.

- Well, here's the thing.

Mind your own thing.

- Uh-oh.

- Looks like

we might have a thing.

- I want to run

for president.

- Hey, that's my thing.

- We'll see about that.

- Ooh, the scatterplot thickens.

[upbeat music]

- ♪ Na na na na na na

na na na na na ♪

- ♪ Hey! ♪

- ♪ Na na na na na na

na na na na na ♪

[whistling]

♪ ♪

- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

♪ ♪

- ♪ Na na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na na ♪

- ♪ Hey! ♪

♪ One, two ♪

- ♪ Na na na na na na ♪

- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

- ♪ Hey ♪

♪

- President Dawn.

Yeah, that's got

a nice ring to it.

I wonder what

my campaign slogan should be.

- How about, "Vote for Dawn.

"I don't really want

to be president.

I just want to annoy Ricky?"

Oh, and by the way,

it's not working.

- Uh, what's going on?

- Ricky and Dawn are both

running for class president.

Yeah, things are getting

a little saucy.

- Saucy?

Sauce.

Pizzas have sauce.

Refrigerators have pizza.

We have a refrigerator.

Pizza!

- Hey, look,

I'm proud of both of you,

but campaign nicely,

because one of you

is going to win,

and one of you is going to lose.

But no matter what happens,

I'm gonna be the mother

of the winner.

Yay!

Oh, and the loser.

Aw.

- [clears throat]

Hello there, family.

Have you ever wanted

to take a selfie

and realized your arm

was too short?

all: No!

- Me too!

And the only option was

looking like an idiot

with one of these

ridiculous selfie poles.

Well, say good-bye

to your problems

and say hello

to Tom's Get Stealthy Pole.

- Oh!

Tom!

- Behold, the perfect

stealthy selfie.

- You look horrible.

- You're right.

Oh, it's the lighting.

You know where

the lighting's perfect?

In the living room

over by the good china.

- Tom, no.

No, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no.

- Well, I'm off to prepare

for tomorrow's debate.

I'll be upstairs practicing

against the only worthy

opponent I have:

myself in the mirror.

- How are you gonna prepare,

Dawn?

- Oh, I'm just gonna wing it.

- Wing it?

Wings.

Chicken wings.

Phones order wings.

I have a phone.

- Wing it?

What does that even mean?

- It means I'm gonna do

what I do on the soccer field:

keep my eye on the ball,

see how things develop,

and let the game come to me.

- [gasps]

That's adorable.

Okay, Dawn, you wing it.

- Is this Wing My Bell?

Yeah, I'd like to order

one "Wing, Wing, Wing, Hello?"

Bucket.

- This debate is gonna be

like shooting fish in a barrel.

- Oh, do you have

fish in a barrel?

- They're not gonna have--

- Oh, you do?

Fried or grilled?

♪ ♪

- Oh, the length's fine.

Let's just take a little

off the top, Steve.

[gasps]

My hair's back.

It's a dream come true.

Come to Papa.

Oh, Tom.

Do you play the drums?

Because this picture

is banging!

This baby is going straight

to FaceShack.com.

- Photo uploaded.

- [snoring]

- Vote for Ricky.

- Uh, hey, Dad,

have you seen Ricky?

Oh, sorry, Grandpa,

thought you were Dad.

- Hilarious.

But if you'd done your research

instead of winging it,

you'd know that

a sweater/jacket combo

conveys a sense of authority,

confidence, and approachability.

- Well, I'm confident

this is about to approach you.

- Ow!

Ew, ew, ew!

- And that's called winging it.

What's all that?

- My research also showed

the school store

is a great

campaigning location.

- Well, yeah, I'm gonna

put my posters up there too.

Just got to make some.

- Ooh, sorry, Dawn.

I've got an exclusive deal

with Nicky.

- When Ricky

becomes president,

he's promised to get me

a cushy mat to stand on.

That'll feel real good

on a working man's feet.

[chiming]

- Oh, weird.

The polling app

shows I'm winning.

Told you this is my thing.

Have a button.

- Yeah, well, your buttons

aren't as cool as mine.

Just got to make some.

- Settle down, everyone.

I know

it's a little warm in here,

so let's get

this debate under way.

The first question will be...

Mae.

- My question is for Dawn.

I think you're awesome,

and I'm gonna vote for you.

- Do you have a question, Mae?

- I'm gonna vote for you?

- Next up?

Jennifer.

- Uh, it's pronounced "Dicky."

My question is

about the bathroom.

- I'm way ahead of you.

I've already done

a cost-benefit analysis

of getting softer toilet paper,

so vote for me,

and you'll be getting this

instead of this.

[applause]

- Actually, I meant

the bathroom at home.

Is your toothbrush the green one

or the yellow one?

Because I've been using both.

- Okay, thank you, Jennifer.

Dawn, would you

like to address

the toilet tissue issue?

- Um, this is the first issue

I've heard

with the toilet tissue.

- Surprise, surprise.

- But as your president,

I promise to get

to the bottom of it.

[laughing]

Get it? Bottom?

Okay.

- Glad you think

this is all a joke, Dawn,

but these good people are

voting for a class president,

not a class clown.

[applause]

- Wow, he's authoritative,

approachable, and confident.

He has got

this working man's vote.

- Next question.

- I have a question.

Ricky, why are you

sweating so much?

- I'm not sweating.

Next question.

- Um, yes, you are sweating.

Are you nervous?

- [scoffs]

No.

Any other questions?

Jennifer, didn't you have one?

- Still pronounced "Dicky."

- Are you hiding something?

- No, I'm approachable

and confident.

- And sweaty.

Perhaps you should use

that soft toilet paper

to wipe your brow.

- I don't need you telling me

what to wipe with.

Ah!

- Oh, the sweat stings,

doesn't it?

How about you tell the people

what you're hiding?

- I'm not hiding anything!

It's the sweater!

- The sweater, huh?

I may not be as smooth

as this guy,

but I do know,

students of Edgewood,

you want a president

you can trust,

not a secret-keeping sweater.

[cheers and applause]

Yeah, whoo-hoo!

Vote for Dawn!

Thank you, thank you.

Looks like this is my thing.

Sometimes you lose,

and sometimes you wing.

Wing, wing, wing.

- Hello?

- Wing, wing, wing, wing,

wing, wing, wing, wing.

♪ ♪

- Uh, Tom?

Did you, um, I don't know,

happen to post

a photo of us on FaceShack?

- Oh, yes, I did.

- Hmm.

- And it's gone viral.

[knocking]

It's almost at 5,000 knocks

on the FaceShack door.

[knocking]

Ah, people love

a pretty face.

- I look horrible, Tom.

I am drooling.

You can see up my nose.

My tongue is hanging

out of my mouth.

I look like an English bulldog.

- Hmm, yes, but I look like

a majestic golden retriever.

- Oh.

- She's beating me.

[chiming]

She can't beat me.

Stupid app.

Why did I create you?

I'm the presidential one!

Me!

Look at her over there.

All those girls

hanging on her every word.

- It's disgusting.

- You're right.

Those girls should be

hanging on my every word.

Ladies, how we doing today?

- Man, girls sure do love him.

- Yes, yes, they do,

and soon, their love for him

will turn into votes for me.

- So you want

to grab a smoothie?

- Yes, yes, I do.

♪ ♪

- And to anyone who asks

if I can handle the presidency,

I say, "No sweat."

[laughter]

- My fellow students,

your attention please.

I know you've all had

a good laugh at my expense,

but here's something

you won't be laughing at:

my new running mate,

Dicky Harper!

[electronic music]

- Unce, unce, unce, unce, unce,

unce, unce, unce, unce, unce!

- That is so unfair.

You can't do that.

- Actually, I already cleared it

with Mr. Williams,

and he said, "No problem."

- I'm surprised you'd want

to be vice president.

Is that really your thing?

- Chicks are my thing,

and they like a man with power.

Unce with me, ladies.

Unce, unce, unce, unce,

unce, unce, unce, unce, unce!

- Uh, Dawn,

have you seen the polls?

Ricky and Dicky

are gaining on you.

- What?

[chiming]

- You know, Dawn,

I finally figured out

what your thing is.

Losing.

To me.

♪ ♪

- It's gotten even worse.

Ricky and Dicky

are totally beating me now.

- Actually, they're

calling themselves "Dricky."

- Dricky?

More like Ridicky.

No, I need to figure out some

way to regain the advantage.

He has a gimmick,

I need a gimmick.

- Oh, hey.

- And there he is.

Excuse us, Mae.

Nicky, listen.

Now that Ricky and Dicky

are running mates,

what do you say

we team up?

If kids love Dricky,

they'll flip for Dawnky.

Huh?

Dawn, Nicky, Dawnky?

Don't worry,

we'll work on the name.

- I don't know, Dawn.

- Oh, come on.

You're the boss

of the school store.

You've got your finger on

the pulse of the student body.

- Well, I do know

what color notebooks

are gonna sell out first.

- Yeah.

You know,

you're a powerful guy.

Kids trust you.

That's your thing.

- It is my thing.

- You know, imagine your face

all over these walls.

- I would look good

on a wall.

- And after the election,

we can get your mat.

What do you say, Nicky?

Are you in?

- I'm in.

- Yes, you'll make

a great vice president.

- No, I'm gonna run

for president.

- What?

- Well, if I have all the power,

why do I need you?

I mean,

I could get my own mat.

I could get two mats.

I could get a guy named Matt

and stand on him!

- But--but you can't

run for president.

- Oh, I'm running, baby.

- Wait, now you're running

for president?

- Well, it doesn't matter

who's president.

You'll all be working for me,

the vice president.

- Dicky, vice president

is below president.

- What?

Since when?

That's it.

I'm running for president.

- No!

- Looks like

it's every Quad for himself.

- Or herself.

- Or me-self.

- ♪ Oh, oh ♪

- Vote for Dawn,

and we'll have a ball!

- Remember, a vote for Dicky

is a vote for me.

- Hey, campaign somewhere else.

This is my spot.

- There is no spots.

- Oh, there are spots,

and you're both in mine.

- Are you kidding me?

- What are you talking about?

- That is ridiculous.

- This whole thing is my spot.

[laughter]

- What's going on?

- Yeah, everyone

is laughing at us.

- This may be why.

- These three Harpers sleep

and sleep and sleep.

They're so tired,

they spend up to

eight hours a night sleeping.

You could even say

they hibernate.

You know what else hibernates?

Bears.

That's right.

Nicky, Dicky, and Dawn

are bears.

Do you really want

your president to be a bear?

I didn't think so.

Vote for Ricky,

the only human in the race.

Paid for

by Ricky Harper's allowance.

- Bears?

- I'm not a bear.

- Yeah, me neither.

- Hey, what up, bears?

I'm guessing you saw

my new campaign video.

Oh, and look.

Now I'm winning.

all: Not for long.

- Ricky was the last of

The Quads to be potty trained.

Do you really want him

to be president?

- [crying]

- He's an accident

waiting to happen.

Vote Nicky Harper

for president.

- This is Dawn Harper...

biting the head off

an innocent marshmallow bunny.

Imagine what she'd do

to a real bunny.

- Nicky, Ricky, and Dicky

seemed focused, but on what?

- Get them!

- Destroy!

- I'm a machine!

- World destruction,

because they're robots.

Stop the evil robots.

♪ ♪

- Ah!

- [laughs]

- How could you

do this to me, Anne?

- Do what? I just posted a photo

where I look really good.

- Yeah, while I was next to you

in the middle of a big sneeze.

[knocking]

People are knocking

like crazy, Anne.

- Oh, yikes.

You do look terrible.

Oh, well.

- Oh, that is it.

- What are you doing?

- Getting revenge.

Make a horrible face.

- No, no, you make

a horrible face.

- No, you make a horrible face.

- No way.

- Hey, kids.

How's the campaign going?

- Good.

- Wonderful.

- Great.

- Awesome.

- Good, because sometimes

petty differences

can bring out the worst

in people.

all: Not us!

- Great, can you guys help me

bring dinner to the table?

- Will Dicky keep that whole

dish of potatoes for himself?

- He will,

because he's selfish

and thinks he's the only person

who should be allowed

to eat a potato.

- He says potato,

I say p-greedy!

Vote for Dawn!

- Dad, can you serve me

some potatoes?

I'm trying to win a campaign.

- Sorry, pal.

Bigger fish to fry.

I'm trying to take a horrible

picture of your mother.

- I'm hungry too.

- Fine.

- This isn't

our best parenting moment.

- [sighs]

No, it's not.

- You mean the fact

that you just

dumped potatoes on the ground

or the fact

that he is eating them?

Vote for Dawn.

♪ ♪

- Okay, final call.

Get your votes in.

If you vote for me,

I will come to your house

and teach your whole family

how to double Dutch.

- I'll come to your house

and make a Dutch chocolate cake.

- I'll teach you

to speak Dutch.

- I'll give you a new nickname,

and that nickname will be Dutch.

- Oh, the scatterplot thickens.

- What, Dicky won?

- I won?

Sweet!

I hereby

cancel school forever.

[cheering]

- No, Dicky.

It was a four-way tie.

You'll all have to share

being president.

all: What?

[bell rings]

- Share?

This is worse

than losing to you.

- Does that mean

I still have to make

all those Dutch chocolate cakes?

- Well, I voted for you,

so yeah, I'm gonna want mine.

- You know what?

I admit I did some things

in this campaign

that I'm not proud of,

but I only got carried away

because I really wanted

to be president,

so I could serve our school.

You guys only wanted to win

because you wanted to beat me,

so the three of you

can share it.

I'm out.

I'm sure you'll do a great job

running the class fundraisers

and attending

the student council meetings

every day after school

and doing the monthly budget.

I'm sure you'll do fine

with all the math.

So congratulations,

Mr. and Mr. and Miss President.

- Wow.

He is mad at you guys.

- ♪ Oh, oh, hey,

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

- Um, Ricky, we thought

about what you said,

and we feel really bad

for ruining your thing.

- You were right.

We were all doing it

for the wrong reasons.

- So we decided to give up

the presidency.

- You did?

- Yeah, and Mr. Williams agreed

to make you the only president.

- Congratulations.

- Uh-huh,

you guys just didn't want

to do all the work,

did you?

- Yep.

- Nailed it.

- Math.

- Well, thank you guys.

I really appreciate it.

That was very mature of you.

- I feel good about this.

- He's gonna make

a great president.

- And he seems humble.

[horn blows]

- Ha!

Fooled you!

Being class president

is easy.

I made up all those jobs,

so you'd drop out.

I did it!

I'm class president!

Whoo!

[horn blows]

- Wow, dude,

you are good.

- Yeah, I'm not even mad.

I'm just impressed.

- You were right, Ricky.

This really is your thing.

May I take your picture,

Mr. President?

- Sure.

- Spider!

- Ah!

How does it look?

- Perfect.

This is going straight

on FaceShack.

- Let me see that.

- Nope!

[horn blows]

- Come here!

- Whoo-hoo-hoo!

- Dawn!

[horn blowing]

♪ Na na na na na na

na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na na

na na na na na na ♪

[whistling]

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah! ♪