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[rock music]

- Nothing says

"First day of the new quarter"

like a freshly-laminated

schedule.

- Who needs laminating

when you got a hand?

This period, I have... mystery.

- You mean "History."

- No.

I have no idea what this says.

- Well, the three of us

have art class.

Finally, a reason

to wear this beret.

- Plus, art's an easy A.

But then, for me,

aren't they all?

- Wow, new quarter,

same old Ricky,

already bragging

about his grades.

- If it's true,

it's not bragging.

It's just talking.

- Well, it sounds to me

like trash talking.

- No, this is trash talking:

I'm gonna get a better grade

than you in art class

and then,

I'm gonna brag about it.

- Hey, are you guys coming to

the Student Events Club after

school?

We really need some ideas

for the spring festival.

- Definitely.

- I'll bring chips.

- I can bring some dip.

- Why am I just now

hearing about this club?

Where do I sign up?

- Dicky, that club's all about

organizing events

and coming up with ideas.

- Uh, yeah,

with chips and girls.

[bell rings]

[rock music]

- You know, Ricky, I am

pretty good at art.

I wouldn't be so sure

you're going to be better at it

than me.

- Please, I've been coloring

inside the lines

since I was three.

Pretty sure I got this.

- Pablo Picasso once said that

"Art is a lie...

that tells the truth."

- What does that even mean?

- Exactly!

I believe we all

have an artist

who lives inside of us,

screaming to get out.

[screams]

So today, I want you

to create a piece

that expresses you.

Your-- your hopes,

your dreams,

your truth.

- Oh, can I paint

a self-portrait?

- Any subject.

- Ooh, uh, can I make

something out of food?

- Any medium.

- [gasps] Sweet!

Or salty.

Haven't decided yet.

- Um, what about a paper?

- Yes, you can use paper.

- Uh, no.

Can I write a paper?

- Oh. [laughs]

This assignment isn't about

writing papers, right?

It's about

expressing our creativity.

- So, what are the guidelines?

- There are no guidelines.

- Then can I write a paper?

- There is one guideline.

No papers.

- So, what should I make?

- Anything you like.

Just express yourself!

- Well, I'd like to express

how much I'd like

some guidelines.

How else will I know

how to get an A?

- Oh, we don't have grades

in here.

[both gasp]

All right, class.

On your marks...

get set...

create!

- [breathing heavily]

- I hear something.

Oh.

I think it's the little artist

inside of you crying.

[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! ♪

[rock music]

- Mae, would you like

to read back

the minutes from last meeting?

- Yes.

You asked if anyone had ideas

for the spring festival,

we all said "Nope,"

then Natlee's "chair squeaked."

Then we quickly adjourned.

- Hey, is this

"Student Events Club?"

- What are you doing here?

- I just thought this club

could use some dude input.

Ladies.

- You know what?

I don't have time to fight this.

Okay, we have three days

until the spring festival,

and we need to raise money

for our class trip,

so let's think of some ideas.

- How about a dance-a-thon?

- We did that last year.

- Walk-a-thon?

- Eighth grade is doing that.

- Skip-a-thon?

- That's not a thing.

- Then I got noth-on.

- Come on, guys.

We need to think.

- Forget thinking.

Just say the first thing

that pops into your head.

I'll start.

Me in a kissing booth.

Boom.

Why don't we grab a smoothie

and hammer out the details?

- Dicky, we're trying to work.

- So am I.

- Look, this club is for people

who are serious

about helping the school.

- Yeah,

if you're not gonna help,

you can just go sit in the back.

- No, I'm gonna help.

I'm sorry.

[chair squeaks]

It was the chair.

- See?

- Meeting adjourned!

[mouthing words]

[rock music]

♪ ♪

- Hey.

- Ooh, uh, Mom?

Can I get your opinion on these?

- Oh, sure.

Aww.

[chuckles]

Mmm.

Delicious.

- What are you doing?

- What?

You wanted my opinion!

- This is my art project,

not an all-you-can-eat

panda buffet.

- Sorry.

- [sighs]

- So are you gonna

fix that little guy--

- Just finish it.

- Thank you.

[rock music]

- Ready... set...

create!

Create!

Create!

Ah!

- Whoa.

If you're going for mayonnaise

in a snow storm,

then you got it.

- I got nothing!

I'm trying,

but without guidelines,

I don't know where to start.

- It's easy. Just do this.

You've got a sky here...

um... a little cottage there...

some grass...

a little tree-- oh!

And how about a puppy?

- I don't see

any of those things,

but it's amazing!

- Yeah, it's pretty good.

- I can't believe

I'm saying this,

but tell me

your thought process.

- Okay, well, step one,

I grab a brush.

Step two,

I put some paint on it.

Step three, I painted.

Step four,

you asked me how I did it.

Step five, I told you.

Step six,

I go eat a burrito.

- Wait, I can't even get

to step three.

This is due tomorrow,

and I have nothing.

- Just hand in mine.

- I can't take credit

for something I didn't do.

- Oh. I respect that.

I don't get it,

but I respect it.

- Okay. Step one,

pick up the brush.

[deep breath]

Step two, put some paint on it.

Step three...

Step three...

- Step three looks hard.

- [gasps]

- Hey, you know

what my painting has

that yours doesn't?

Paint.

Step four, laugh my way

up the stairs.

[laughs]

- We'll see who has

the last step four.

Ricky...

[rock music]

♪ ♪

- Your truth has moved me.

I mean, the honesty,

the bravery,

in this hand turkey...

I--

I'm sorry, I can't!

- Uh, Ms. Gressle?

Where's my project?

Uh, it was the panda rice balls.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't get them.

- What? I left them

on your desk this morning.

- That's strange.

but since it was food,

it might have been

taken away by rats.

- Rats!

- Or the janitor.

- Mr. Katz!

- I'll give you

another day to redo it.

- Redo it!

- Ah, Dawn.

Your painting is simply...

mm, mm, mm!

- Did you hear that, Ricky?

My painting is...

"Mm, mm, mm!"

- Oh, and look at this one.

[gasps]

- Oh, that's mine.

How does it sound,

Ms. Gressle?

- Ahhhhh!

- Hear that?

Mine's, "Ahhhhh!"

- Um, excuse me,

Ms. Gressle, "Mm--mm--mm!"

Is better than, "Ahhhhh!"

Right?

- Dawn, I could never say

that one piece

is better than another,

but in this case,

one is better.

In fact, I'm going to hang

one of these paintings

up in the hall right now.

Dawn?

- Yes, Ms. Gressle?

- You're tall, come help me

hang Ricky's painting

up in the hall.

- I don't think--

- You know what my painting has

that yours doesn't?

You hanging it!

- Ricky!

[rock music]

♪ ♪

- Behold!

[applause]

- I believe it was Ms. Gressle

who once said

it was Picasso

who once said,

"Art is a lie...

that tells the truth."

[applause]

- Speaking of "art" and "lies,"

this doesn't add up.

I'm not buying it.

- It's not for sale.

- We'll see about that.

- This painting is so cool.

- I didn't know

Ricky could paint.

- He's so talented!

- I like a talented guy.

- Oh, really?

Well,

what would you ladies say

if I told you I painted that?

[laughter]

- Yeah, right, Dicky.

- What, you think

I couldn't paint that?

- No, I know

you couldn't paint that.

- Yeah, you're

"kissing booth" guy.

- You never take

anything seriously.

- I take things seriously.

- Oh, thanks

for the painting, bro.

- Yeah. I need it back.

- What?

- Dude.

The girls love my painting.

You gotta tell them

that I painted it.

- No, I can't do that.

Then Ms. Gressle

will know I lied.

Besides, you said

I could have it.

- But that's before I found out

people don't take me seriously.

- I'm sorry, but the painting's

got my name on it.

- So you got

my picture hanging, and now

you're gonna

leave me hanging?

- I'm not

the bad guy here, right?

I mean,

he told me to take it.

- Give Dicky's painting back.

- Now he's in my head!

- And you should

give Dicky money.

- What?

- Money for Dicky.

- Dicky.

- Whoa.

Did you hear that too?

[rock music]

- I'm sorry, I just can't

tell people

the painting's yours.

- Fine, then I'll paint

another painting just like it.

- No, then everyone

will know I lied.

Besides,

you only want it back

so you can impress some "girls."

- This isn't just about girls.

This is about

letting people know

that I do

take some things seriously

and if those people

just happen to be girls,

then so be it.

- I can't give you

the painting back,

but I also

can't leave you hanging.

So, maybe there is

something I can do

to help you be taken seriously.

- I'm listening.

- Okay.

You made me look

like a good artist,

so I'm gonna make you

look like a good idea man.

What we're gonna do is--

- Okay--

Oh--[forced chuckle]

- Um--

How 'bout that

televised sporting event

that you and I both watched?

- Yes. Sports.

- What do you say

we go upstairs

and keep discussing

this sporting event?

- Yes. Sports. Upstairs.

- Man, that was a big field.

- And grassy.

- [sighs] Something's up

with Ricky and Dicky.

I'm gonna figure out

what it is.

- I don't have time for that.

I'm redoing my art project.

Making something

both rats and Mr. Katz

won't want to mess with.

Octo-pie.

- Just doesn't make any sense.

- It makes perfect sense.

It's a pie shaped

like an octopus.

- No.

First Ricky can't paint,

and somehow he creates

the most amazing painting

in the history

of school paintings

and now he's talking

about sports with Dicky.

Those two know nothing

about sports.

I'm gonna get

to the bottom of this.

- Hey, where'd all

my suction cups go?

[sighs]

- I think they're over there.

[rock music]

Okay, so I came up with a name

for our spring festival.

"Spring Fun For All."

What do you guys think?

Aww,

I wasn't expecting applause.

Thank you. Okay.

So I also think we should get

the orchestra

and drama club to perform.

- Or...

- Dicky?

- You want to make

some serious money

at this fundraiser?

We're gonna set up

carnival booths

with games and prizes.

- W--wait.

What's going on here?

- Mae, you make great bracelets.

So how do you feel about

making bracelets as prizes?

- That actually makes sense.

- Molly, Natlee, you guys

are always

taking pictures of stuff.

How do you feel about

running a photo booth?

- That's a great idea.

- Wait, what's going on here?

- Sorry, Dawn.

I mean, your ideas are good,

but Dicky's are better.

- But you guys still like

my "Spring Fun For All"

name, right?

- We like it.

- Yeah.

- Or, we could call it

the "Spring Cha-Ching."

- Sorry, but Dicky's on fire.

- Okay, Spring Cha-Ching

is now a thing.

Meeting adjourned.

Seriously.

- Okay, I'm confused.

That guy with those good ideas

was Dicky, right?

- I want to say yes,

but I can't be sure.

- But Dicky doesn't even

own a suit,

but Ricky does.

And Dicky doesn't have

any ideas,

but Ricky does.

This whole thing just keeps

getting weirder and weirder.

- I agree.

Yesterday,

Dicky tried to take credit

for Ricky's painting.

- But what if Dicky

did paint that?

Pretty tricky, Ricky.

Pretty, pretty tricky.

[rock music]

- What you doing, Nicky?

- Putting the finishing touches

on my art project

for the third time.

This one's

a brown rice teddy bear

using an omelet for a blanket.

I call it...

"Go to Beddy, Teddy."

- How adorable!

- Mm, it is adorable.

But I wish I didn't have to

spend my Saturday redoing it.

- Well does Ms. Gressle

not like your projects?

- They keep on disappearing

before she even gets

to see them.

- Really?

That's so weird.

Well, I'm sure

when she sees this one,

she is gonna love it.

Not only is it creative, but

it looks good enough to eat.

- Good enough to eat, huh?

[gasps]

Of course.

Someone's been eating them.

Who would stoop

so low as to take

a child's art project

and eat it?

- Hmm?

[rock music]

♪ ♪

together:

Say "Spring Cha-Ching!"

all: Spring Cha-Ching!

- Oh, hey Nicky,

did you ever find out what was

happening to your art projects?

- I'm about to.

I put purple food coloring

in my latest one,

so when someone eats it,

I can identify

the purple-trator.

- You're a weird little dude.

- Look at us.

We pulled it off.

The idea man and the artist.

- I gotta say,

everything turned out perfectly.

- Oh, look.

It's the artist

and his brilliant painting.

- Dawn just had an idea

that I thought was mwah!

- Ricky, you're going to paint

in front of everybody.

- And then, we're going

to auction off the painting.

- Yeah, now we can all

watch you paint.

Unless there's a reason

that you can't paint

that you would like

to tell Ms. Gressle.

- [nervous laughter]

Uh, no.

I-- I'm good.

- Oh, good.

Oh, you gather everyone around,

and I'll be right back.

- What am I gonna do?

- Hold on.

The idea man has another idea.

- I'm the idea man!

- Good, then what do you got?

- I gotta paint

in front of everybody!

- You can't paint!

- I know!

- Then that's not

a very good idea!

- [sighs]

- Attention,

Spring Cha-Chingers!

Or shall I call you

"Fun-For-Allers"?

Fine.

Spring Cha-Ching it is.

Gather round to watch

Ricky Harper

paint yet another masterpiece

right before our very eyes.

[applause]

- Okay, listen.

You got this.

Remember the steps.

One, pick up the paintbrush.

- [deep breath]

- Two--

What was two again?

- They were your steps.

- All I know is,

it ends with this.

- You're no help at all.

Sure, I can put

the brush in the paint,

and smear it on the canvass,

but I have no idea what I'm--

hey, I'm doing it,

I'm painting!

I'm painting!

- Wait, he's actually painting.

- Ricky's painting!

- Whose idea was this?

- Probably Dicky's.

He's an idea man.

- Well, what would you say

if I told you

I was the idea man.

- Can't you just be happy

being tall?

- Almost finished.

Just a little swirl here...

and another one here.

- I know you like 'em warm, so

I'm pit-firing it up.

- And...

voila!

[all groan]

- Is it that bad?

- No. No, it's good.

Shall we start the bidding

at a nickel?

- I have a confession.

I can't paint.

- [snorts]

Well, duh.

- Dicky's the one who did

the painting

in the hallway, not me.

[all gasp]

- Wow, Dicky.

We really underestimated you.

- Thanks,

but to be fair,

Ricky's the one who came up with

all those great ideas

for the Spring Cha-Ching.

- So, just to clarify,

both of my brothers lied,

and I was right

and that's not bragging.

It's just talking.

- Ricky!

You're a liar?

I mean, you should have

just painted

a pair of pants on fire.

[gasps]

- Awkward.

- Looks like somebody's

getting an earful.

[mouthing words]

- Looks like someone's

got a mouthful.

Of purple!

Ms. Gressle!

Your mouth is purple!

You ate Beddy Teddy.

- Nicky! I-- I--

I would never betray the trust

of another artist.

I create art.

I don't eat it.

That's a smudge of purple paint.

- Were you painting

with your tongue?

- All right, fine.

I was eating your

magnificent art...work.

I just-- I was trying

to cut down on carbs,

and it's so hard.

And I--

I apologize, Nicky.

- Listen, I'm glad

you appreciate my work,

but I had to remake it twice.

- Each time more delicious

than the last.

I'm sorry, Nicky.

I'll give you an A.

- Ah.

- How come he gets a grade?

- You want a grade?

- I'm good.

- Hey, guys.

Sorry I outed you both

in front of the whole school.

- Well, we did lie,

so we kind of deserved it.

- This couldn't have

turned out worse.

- No, but I have an idea

that could make it better.

Everybody smile!

- This was a great idea,

Dicky.

- What? It was my idea.

- Huh?

- No, taking the photo

was your idea.

The photo booth was my idea.

- That I gave you!

- Not it's not!

[overlapping shouting]

- Don't wear that, you don't

have the right to wear--

[rock music]

♪ ♪

[whistling]

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah! ♪

- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah! ♪