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[upbeat rock music]

- Look at them up there.

Thinking they're better

than everyone else.

- 'Cause they are.

- Totally.

- Way better.

- Hey, the coolest kids

get the coolest hangout:

the staircase.

- They get to be up there

and look down on all of us.

- I want to be up there

and look down on us.

- First we have to get them

to acknowledge that we exist.

- Let me handle this.

- Okay, you know what to do,

right?

- Yes.

- Don't mess up!

- 'Sup.

- 'Sup.

[squealing quietly]

- Did you hear that?

They 'sup-ed us back!

- What should we do now?

Send them a thank you note?

- No,

that 'sup went great.

All we got to do

is just play it cool,

and we'll be getting an invite

to the stairs any day now...

As long as one of us doesn't

do anything embarrassing.

- Hey, guys, check out Dad's

old stuff I found in the attic!

I'm gonna wear it

at school tomorrow!

- [sighs]

Is he one of us?

- Yes.

Yes, he is.

[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! ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na,

na, na, na, na, na ♪

- [grunts]

This stupid zipper's

lost its zip.

Come on.

- Ricky, come down!

We're making ice cream sundaes!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ice cream sundaes?

I'm in.

- Sorry, Mom.

It's a quad thing,

and there's only four bowls.

- Aw.

Fine.

Mmm.

Look who is dressed

for success! You look adorable,

honey.

- Thanks, Mom.

- Hey, hey, hey,

see if you can hook a mother up

with some moose tracks.

Great.

- Normally,

I'm a two-scoop guy,

but I think I'm gonna make

a "brief case" for three scoops.

What's going on?

- Have a seat.

- Where's the sundaes?

- There are no sundaes.

- Well, maybe after.

- There will be no sundaes.

- What if it goes well?

- Look, we don't

have any ice cream.

- What is going on here?

- Yeah, what is going on here?

- Look, you're our brother,

and we care about you.

That's why we're going

to tell you this

as delicately as possible.

- Lose the briefcase, dork.

- Dicky, that's not delicate.

- Oh, right.

The visor and suspenders too...

dork.

- But Mom said I look adorable,

so it's Mom-approved.

- You mean, this Mom?

- Oh, problem with zipper

on fanny pack!

Fanny pack!

[sighs]

Representative!

- I don't know what you guys

are so concerned about.

This stuff all serves a purpose.

The visor reduces glare

and protects my eyes.

The suspenders hold up my pants,

as well as my studious image,

and this baby...

takes organization

to a whole new level.

- You mean "dork-inzation."

The kids at school are ruthless.

Remember what happened

to Marshall?

- Who?

- Exactly.

- Whoa!

Marshall, are those ducks

on your socks?

Quack, quack!

[laughter]

From now on,

you're Duck Sock Boy.

Quack, quack!

- But I don't want

to be Duck Sock Boy!

- Don't worry, Marshall.

A nickname only sticks

if two people say it.

- Thanks, Mae.

- What's up,

Duck Sock Boy?

- Tough break,

Duck Sock Boy.

- Duck Sock Boy's real name

is Marshall?

- Yup.

And rumor has it the staircase

kids were so close

to inviting him onto the steps.

- He could have been somebody.

- Guys, I don't care about

nicknames or the staircase kids.

I'm interested in climbing

the ladder of success,

not the staircase

of popularity.

So I thank you for your concern,

but these are gonna take me

to the top.

- Well, you got

to hand it to him; he doesn't

care what other people think.

- But we do!

I'm telling you,

if we let our brother

show up to school like that,

we can kiss

the staircase good-bye.

- We can't let that happen.

- Which is why we're going

to wait until Ricky's asleep

and then steal all

of his goober gear.

- Guess who just complained

her way into a new fanny pack?

- We got to steal

Mom's goober gear too.

♪ ♪

- [snoring]

- Okay, he's snoring.

Let's move.

- Wait, he's not

in a deep sleep yet.

- How do we know when he's

in a deep sleep?

- He sleep rhymes.

- Sleep rhymes?

- I am handsome, smart,

and funny.

When I grow up,

I'll make lots of money.

- Wow.

Okay, you find the suspenders.

You find the visor.

I'll find the briefcase.

Let's move!

[suspenseful music]

- Ow!

♪ ♪

- Guys!

Okay, now we just

have to find the briefcase.

Where would he hide it?

- My briefcase

will make me the best.

That's why I hug it

while I rest.

- Let's roll!

♪ ♪

- Guys!

♪ ♪

Okay, on three I'm going

to change it out with a pillow.

- All right.

- One, two--

- Mom's three bean chili

was off the chart,

but now I really have to...

start eating better.

- Three!

♪ ♪

[alarm clock rings]

- Good morning,

Mr. Briefcase!

[gasps]

Nooo!

- Okay, he's up.

You hid all of his stuff, right?

- Oh, yes, in a place he'll

never look in a million years.

- Good.

Oh, and remember:

look innocent.

- Okay, where are they?

- We have no idea

what you are talking about.

- Muffin?

- Don't "muffin" me.

I know you hid

my stuff somewhere,

and I'm gonna get it out of you.

The truth is in your eyes.

- [gagging, coughing]

- Sorry,

I didn't brush my teeth yet.

Your eyes aren't

telling me anything.

Your eyes aren't telling me

anything either.

- No, but they are watering.

- I hope my eyes

aren't telling you

that I hid them in the freezer.

- Aha!

- Aw, that is bad.

- Please tell me you didn't hide

them in the freezer

just because you thought

that would make them "cooler."

- I won't,

but apparently my eyes

won't keep their mouth shut.

- The next time

you see this stuff

will be when I'm wearing

them at school.

- At least Mom will

never find her fanny pack.

- What was this doing

in my sock drawer?

- I've never seen her

wear socks.

♪ ♪

- Okay, good,

nobody's here yet.

Let's move.

- I'm telling you,

you're overreacting.

I don't need a wall

in front of me.

- Hey, guys.

Why y'all hall-walling?

- Because of this.

- We're gonna need

a bigger wall.

- Hey!

- Hey.

- Hi.

- I don't need a wall.

- Ricky, we're

doing this for you.

- Yeah,

if you don't look good,

we don't look good.

- Oh, so you're doing

this for you.

- How could you

even ask that?

Of course we're

doing it for us!

We are this close to being

on the staircase.

- Well, in that case, these are

definitely not coming off.

Ouch.

- Fine, that's it.

You leave us no choice.

Boys, it's go time.

- Oh, no,

no, no, no, no.

- Now do you see

what you look like?

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Am I supposed

to dress like this?

- Oh, no,

no, no, no, no!

- Everyone, look at me!

I'm wearing sunglasses inside,

'cause that makes sense!

- My suspend-dorks

keep my smarty pants up!

- I'm wearing half a hat

and it makes my face look green.

- I've got a beef case

for all my important meat.

- It's a briefcase

for meetings.

- Hey, check it out!

It's Suspender Girl, Visor Boy,

and Briefcase Man.

- Don't worry, guys.

A nickname only sticks

if two people say it.

- Suspender Girl, Visor Boy,

Briefcase Man!

[together in slow motion]

Nooo!

- Whoa,

you were right.

This could have ruined me.

Thanks, Suspender Girl,

Visor Boy, and Briefcase Man.

[laughter]

- ♪ Oh-oh-ooh

oh-ooh-oh-ohh ♪

♪ ♪

- Now they'll never

invite us onto the stairs.

- Hold on,

everybody.

I know it's been said twice

and everything,

but this is not

what we look like.

You see us every day.

You even 'sup-ed us

yesterday.

You know we don't dress

like this.

Tell them, Mae.

- They don't.

- So you're sticking up

for them now, huh?

Well, maybe we should call you

The Suspender Defender.

- Oh, no, that's once!

Uh...

[imitating PA system]

Mae Valentine,

please report to the office.

Got to go!

- Fine.

Ricky, you defend

the suspenders.

They're yours.

- Please, you expect us

to believe that?

Look at this guy.

The untucked shirt,

flat bill hat,

the drop-crotch pants.

- Usually we like

a lower drop.

- Yeah, but he still has his

headphones plugged into nothing.

I trust this guy.

Ricky, from now on, we're

gonna call you "the R-Man."

- Did you hear that?

I'm the R-Man!

- It's not official.

It hasn't been said twice.

- R-Man...

- That's twice!

- Hey, R-Man,

you got a sec?

Not you, Arman.

You.

- You've got to

straighten this out. They trust

you.

Tell them we're not really

Suspender Girl,

Visor Boy,

and Briefcase man.

- I should be mad at you...

but the R-Man

doesn't hold grudges,

so I'll see what I can do.

- The R-Man.

They shouldn't be

calling him the R-Man.

They should be calling me

the R-Man!

- Your name starts with a D.

- I think you're

missing the point.

- Let's just hope the R-Man

works his magic.

- Just watch me.

- Not you!

- Hey, guys, great news.

- They don't care about

our new, stupid nicknames?

- Oh, no, they definitely

care about those.

I meant great news for me.

They invited me

to hang out with them.

- On the staircase?

- Second step.

- Second step already?

That's unprecedented!

- But they know

you're related to us!

Why didn't our stink

get on you

the way your stink

was gonna get on us?

- You know what?

We talked about

the related thing,

and they're fine with it.

So I guess you guys

were worried about nothing.

You live; you learn.

R-Man out!

- Not you!

♪ ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na,

na, na, na, na, na ♪

[sewing machine whirring]

- Looks like the R-Man's

doing a little stress sewing.

- I knit for stress.

I sew for success.

I'm dropping the crotch

on my pants.

That's how we roll

up there on the stairs.

- Since when do you roll?

- Since I got in

with the popular kids.

- Since when do you care

about popularity?

- About the time

I started rolling.

- I thought all you cared about

was the "ladder of success"?

- That's when I was

on the ground like you.

You should see the view

from up there.

You never will,

but you should!

- Ricky, look what you're doing.

You're dropping the crotch on

your pants just to be popular.

This isn't you.

It's us!

- Yeah, we're the cool ones!

- Well, my trouser trench

begs to differ.

- Hey, kids.

Hey, nice hemming stitch, honey.

- Actually,

it's a zigzag stitch.

- Ooh!

Tell me more.

- I don't think

we have to worry.

He's gonna zigzag his way

right off those stairs.

- Zigzag stitch?

Nice call, R-Man.

- What is happening?

- Those are pretty low.

What do you think, Trey?

Are they fifth-step low?

- No...

they're sixth-step low!

[all gasp]

- Whoa,

this view is a knee-buckler.

Ooh!

Thank you!

It's good

to be on step six.

- Step six gets

chocolate cake?

- He's having our cake.

- And eating it too!

[bell rings]

- Well, at least we're not

wearing Ricky's

goober gear today.

Maybe people

won't even remember.

- Hey, what's up Visor Boy,

Suspender Girl,

and Briefcase Boy?

- It's Briefcase Man.

If you're gonna say it,

say it right.

- How are we gonna

get to class

with the least amount

of people seeing us?

- You could always go down...

the other hallway.

[all gasp]

- There has to be another way!

- Don't worry,

it can't be that bad.

- Well, will you go with us?

- Uh...

[imitating PA system]

Mae Valentine,

please report to

the principal's office.

What have I done this time?

- ♪ Oh-oh-ooh-oh ♪

♪ Oh-oh-ooh

oh-ooh-oh-ohh ♪

[water dripping,

lights clicking]

- Agh!

- Ah, ghost!

- It's a pigeon!

- Ghost pigeon!

boy:

Hello, Harpers.

children:

Harpers, Harpers, Harpers.

- Who is that?

- Show yourself!

Duck Sock Boy?

- Welcome

to The Hall of Shame.

children:

Shame, shame, shame.

- Wow, this place

has quite an echo...

- No, those are just the other

kids with unfortunate nicknames.

all:

Nicknames, nicknames, nicknames.

- Okay,

they get it, guys.

all:

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

- It's not that bad down here.

You three

are going to fit right in.

See you tomorrow

and every day

until we graduate.

- Guys,

we can't live like this.

We have to do something.

- Something,

something, something.

Hey, that is kind of fun!

- Seriously!

There's only one way

out of here.

- Back the way we came?

- Okay, two.

- What about that

staircase right there?

- Okay, fine, there are a lot

of ways to get out of here!

But only one way will make sure

that we never have to use

this hallway again.

- Okay,

how's the crotch on these?

all:

Lower!

- Okay.

[in a deep voice]

How's the crotch on these?

[laughs]

♪

- All right,

what's the plan again?

- Strut, stop, 'sup.

- Got it.

Strut, strut, strut.

- You don't need

to say "strut."

Now stop.

Stop saying "strut,"

not stop strutting!

Strut!

'Sup.

- [whispering]

We didn't get a 'sup.

- So what do you think

of our pants?

Pretty low, huh?

- Low?

[laughs]

- The R-Man's sweeping

the floor with his.

- Whoa.

That is low.

- The R-Man

set a school record.

- Okay, that is it!

This is ridiculous!

He's not the R-Man,

he's Ricky Harper!

And he's not cool;

he irons!

- That's cool.

- His belt!

- I hate a wrinkled belt.

- Okay,

how about this?

He's in the Calculator

of the Month club.

- I know.

He gave me October.

Thanks, R-Man.

- Okay,

how about this one?

Ricky sleep-rhymes.

- Sleep-what?

- Rhymes.

[all gasp]

- R-Man, is this true?

'Cause if it is,

then that is not cool!

- Yeah, according

to my calculations,

that equals...

seven...

which is lame.

- They're not

sleep rhymes...

they're...

sleep raps.

I dabble

in the art of hip-hop.

- Oh, really?

- Why don't you rap

for us right now?

- Oh, I would,

but...

I don't have a beat

or anything.

[hip-hop beat]

There's not really any room

out here for me to perform.

- Well, then why don't

you go to the top step,

where there's plenty of room?

- Oh, but I don't

have top-step access.

- Actually, with those

floor-sweepers, you do.

♪ ♪

- R-Man, R-Man, R-Man, R-Man!

Not you, Arman.

R-Man, R-Man!

all:

R-Man, R-Man, R-Man, R-Man!

- This is ridiculous!

I don't even have a mic!

♪ ♪

Of course.

♪ ♪

♪ Yo, yo, my name is R-Man

and I'm here to say ♪

♪ Brush your teeth not once,

but twice a day ♪

- Is he really rapping

about brushing his teeth?

- Wait.

I want to see

where this goes.

- ♪ And don't y'all forget

that you got to floss too ♪

♪ It helps get rid

of the food you eat ♪

♪ I mean, chew ♪

♪ Like a kangaroo ♪

♪ A cow goes moo ♪

- This is not going

to a good place.

all:

Boo!

♪ ♪

Off the stairs!

Off the stairs!

Off the stairs!

Off the stairs!

Off the stairs!

- Poor Ricky.

- I thought this would

make me feel better,

but now I feel worse.

We got to save him.

- Let's do this.

- Hey, you don't have

top-step access!

[hip-hop beat]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Listen up, y'all,

I mean the whole school ♪

♪ If you laugh at Ricky,

then you be the fool ♪

♪ This whole thing started

'cause we wanted on the stairs ♪

♪ When we really

should have thought, "You know

what, who cares?" ♪

- both: Word!

♪ ♪

- ♪ So what if we look stupid ♪

♪ 'Cause we wore

some silly clothes? ♪

♪ It's not the name

you're nicked ♪

♪ It's who you are down

to your toes ♪

- both: Word!

- ♪ Unique is what we are,

so don't be dumb, be proud ♪

♪ Don't hide yourself,

pride yourself ♪

♪ And yell it clear and loud ♪

Mo' nicknames,

mo' problems.

Boom!

[cheers and applause]

- Hey, guys,

thanks for sticking up for me.

Up top!

[all grunting]

- ♪ That fall down the stairs,

it wasn't no joke ♪

♪ I just hope my arm

didn't... broke ♪

all:

Word!

- At least

we're on the stairs.

- Get off the stairs.

- Oh, sorry.

♪

[whistling]

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah! ♪

- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah! ♪