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[upbeat music]

- All right, everybody,

have a good show.

In four, three, two...

[dramatic music]

You're watching

"The Edgewood Buffa-Lowdown"

with our number one

morning announcements team

and Shelly with the action-cam

lowdown.

It's "Lowdown" time!

[buffalo stampede sound]

- Good morning, Buffaloes.

She's Mae.

- And she's Dawn.

- And we're kicking your day off

with all you need to know

to be an in-the-know Buffalo.

- Hey, Dawn, don't be nervous

if you happen to see

your parents around school.

They're just here

helping clean up

as part of the school's

Parents Pitch In program.

- That's good to know, Mae.

I thought I was gonna be

in a trash heap of trouble.

- [laughs] Good one, Dawn.

- Thanks, Mae.

Oh, Mae, I'm super excited

about the seventh grade dance

next Saturday.

Are tickets still available

at the school store for $5?

- They sure are, Dawn.

Now let's go to Dicky Harper

to get the lowdown

on the Haps in the Halls.

Dicky?

- Nice book bag.

What do you keep in there?

- Dicky?

- Yeah?

- Dicky, you're on.

- Oh.

[whispers] I'll call you.

[clears throat]

So, with the big dance

coming up,

this year's hot trend is

elaborate dance proposals,

or what the kids are calling

"dance-posals."

Oh, as you can see,

one just happened.

Here come the janitors now

to clean up the mess.

Hello, people who look like

sadder versions of my parents.

What's the old people's take

on dance-posals?

- Oh, I think they're sweet.

- Thanks.

I don't get it.

Back in my day,

you just walked up to a girl,

barely looked her in the eye,

and just asked.

- Well, it might've been nicer

if you'd made a little more

of an effort.

- Well, I got the answer

from you I wanted,

without littering.

Back to you, Dicky.

- Thanks.

Oh, you missed a spot.

Now to Nicky

with the Lowdown on Lunch.

- Thanks, Dicky.

Today's menu:

meatloaf with mashed potatoes

and gravy.

Now, this is a heavy dish,

so rather than pairing

with a fuller-bodied whole milk,

I suggest going

with a well-chilled skim.

But, as always,

my recommendation is

pack you own lunch.

Now Avery with the birthdays.

- Happy birthday

to Gerald Fitzpatrick.

[party horn blows]

And Wendy Baxter,

who didn't invite me

to her party.

But whatevs. I heard it was

totally lame and so weird.

Dawn?

- Okay.

Well, now it's time to get

really low down

on everyone's favorite part

of the morning:

[together]

The Shelly-Cam.

[students chattering]

- Thanks, Shelly.

That was an amazing feat.

Well, that's all for today.

This has been "The Edgewood..."

[together]

"Buffa-lowdown"!

[buffalo stampede sound]

- Cut! That's a wrap.

Nice work, people.

- [laughing]

Oh, I just love that Shelly-Cam.

Maybe cut to her twice tomorrow.

- Got it. Cut Nicky.

- I didn't say that.

- You didn't have to.

- Anyway, as your

substitute A/V teacher,

I am very happy

with how your project is going.

Keep it up, and you'll be more

than just the morning team.

You'll be the A-team,

as in your grade in this class

will be an A.

- Yes!

- Sweet!

- My first non-gym-class A!

- And before you go, everyone,

as your A-team leader,

I'd like to make just one teeny

tiny little tweak.

Mae, you're fired!

[together] Fired?

- You're out as co-host,

and Avery is in!

[together] Avery?

- Avery?

Avery.

[upbeat music]

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na,

na, na, na, na, na ♪

[whistling]

♪ ♪

♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

- ♪ Hey! ♪

♪ One, two ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

- ♪ Hey! ♪

♪ ♪

- Ricky, how could you fire Mae?

- You guys should really stop

dwelling on the past.

- It was three minutes ago!

- I'm sure Mae's

already gotten over it.

- Nope.

- Look, Mae. Don't think of it

as being fired.

Think of it as a promotion.

- How is losing my job

a promotion?

- I didn't say

it was a promotion.

I said "think of it

as a promotion."

Listen, you're not

without some talent,

so I'll tell you

what I'm gonna do for you:

birthdays!

You're gonna crush it.

[party horn blows]

- Yes, I am.

- Told you!

- But what about our grade?

Mae is clearly a better co-host

than Avery.

- That's my call, Dawn.

And I make smart decisions.

That's why I'm Team Leader.

- Come on, Ricky.

Mae and I are perfect together.

- How about this, Dawn?

Tomorrow before the show,

we'll have a special rehearsal

for you and Avery,

and you'll see how well

the new pairing works.

Trust me.

It'll be music to your ears.

- The awards ceremony will be

held on the football "filled."

- Um, I think you mean

football field.

- That's what I said:

football filled.

- Field.

- Filled.

- Fie-eld.

- Filled.

- Are you trying to mess

with me?

- Love that witty banter.

You two are so good together.

- How is this better than me?

- It's not. It's a train wreck.

- I'd rather watch

a real train wreck.

- I've seen one.

And this is much worse.

- That's a wrap on rehearsal.

We go live in one minute.

Take your places.

Let's go, people.

Polish her shell.

- Ricky, we need to talk.

- We do. I didn't want

to say this in front of Avery,

but that was terrible.

- Thank you. I knew

you could see how bad she was.

- I was talking about you.

You stunk on ice.

- Me? Didn't you hear her?

- All I heard was a co-host

with charisma.

You could learn from her.

20 seconds. Take your places.

- Fine. Since I stink on ice,

how about you co-host,

and I'll be the producer?

- Ha! Give those back!

- Too late.

We go live in three, two...

[buffalo stampede sounds]

- Welcome to Friday's

"Edgewood Buffa-Lowdown."

I'm Avery, and this is--

why are you staring at me?

- I'm Rick--[hiccups]

I'm Rick--[hiccups]

I'm--[hiccups]

Go to Dick--[hiccups]--y.

- Weird.

- Just go to Dicky.

- [exhales, inhales]

Nice.

- Dude!

- Oh. Right.

Word in the hall is the water

in this drinking fountain tastes

like belly button sweat.

- Need water!

- But this thirsty little fella

doesn't seem to mind.

♪ ♪

[all laughing]

- Hey, what happened to you?

- Yeah. How did you drink

so much water?

Are you part fish or something?

Are we all part fish?

Okay, I'm getting excited

about this fish thing.

- I thought we were supposed

to be the A-team, Ricky.

- And whatever you did out there

is not going to get us an A.

- I don't know what happened.

I just--

- Are you okay?

Why did you start acting

so weird?

- I--[hiccups]

I--[hiccups]--water!

- Weird.

- That's strange.

Every time Ricky's around Avery,

he gets all...

I--[hiccups]--

I--[hiccups]

- It all makes sense!

Replacing Mae with Avery,

refusing to criticize Avery,

freaking out

whenever Avery's around--

it's so obvious!

- Yeah. Avery's turning him

into a fish!

- No, Dicky.

Ricky has a crush on Avery.

- I don't know. This fish thing

makes more sense.

- ♪ Oh-oh, hey,

oh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

- So, Ricky, we have a theory

about why you choked up.

- I don't like Avery!

- I also have a theory.

- He is not a fish.

You have a crush on Avery,

don't you, Ricky?

- Uh, no! I'm a fish!

- You fired me for a crush?

- Yeah. We're all going to get

a terrible grade because of her.

- You need to put Avery

back on birthdays.

- Why? She's perfect as co-host.

She's so sweet and kind

and wonderful,

and her voice is

like an angel's song.

- An angel's song?

Oh, this boy is crushin' hard.

- I don't get it. What was your

plan after you gave her the job?

- I don't know.

I'd be the producer.

She'd be the co-host.

We'd get an A.

And then we'd get married.

- Married?

You can't even talk to her.

- I could before Dawn took

my headset and clipboard.

- Hey.

- [hiccups]

I need my headset and clipboard!

- Look.

We all want a good grade,

but we're not just the A-team.

We're also Team Harper.

And I think I know a way

we can both get our A,

as in our grade

and Avery.

- Thanks. So, which one of you

wants to be Avery's co-host?

- I think I speak for both of us

when I say "nuh-uh."

- We just have to get you

comfortable talking to Avery.

And I think I know how.

- Welcome to

"The Edgewood Buffa-Lowdown."

I'm Ricky.

- [as Avery] Hi, Ricky.

It's me, Avery.

- This isn't helping.

You sound nothing like her.

- Please.

[as Avery] That was totes Avery.

- Let me try.

[As Avery]

Something's fishy, Ricky,

and I think it's you.

- No. Avery's more like...

[in high-pitched voice]

Hi. I'm Avery.

- You sound like Mom.

- No, I don't.

Mom's more like...

[in high-pitched voice]

Hi. I'm Mom.

- No, she's not.

Mom is like--

- It doesn't matter what Mom

sounds like!

I like Avery! I don't like Mom!

- What did I just hear?

- Nothing! Love you!

This isn't helping.

None of you sound like Avery.

- How about me?

- Why are you staring at me?

- [hiccups]

- Okay,

now we're onto something.

Let's go from the top.

- Why are you staring at me?

- Welcome to--

- Why are you staring at me?

- [hiccups]

Welcome to "The Edge--"

- Why are you staring at me?

- [hiccups]

- [as Avery]

You can do this, Ricky!

- Focus!

- Conquer your fear!

- Quiet, Mom! Welcome to

"The Edgewood Buffa--"

- Why are you staring at me?

- I'm staring at you

because I have a crush on you!

Welcome to

"The Edgewood Buffa-Lowdown."

Marry me.

- Okay.

At least you can talk to her,

but you might want

to pace yourself.

- Yeah.

[upbeat music]

- You're ready.

- I'm going in.

- And remember:

try not to propose.

- Hey, Ricky.

- Hey, Avery.

I didn't--[hiccups]--

it worked!

- You did great.

[gasps]

Look who's waving at you.

- Oh, this is great.

What's my next move?

- Next move?

We go on the show. We get an A.

Everybody happy.

- No! With Avery.

How do I take this

to the next level?

[dramatic music]

- Hey, girl.

You'll always be my co-host,

so would you like to...

go to the dance with me?

- I knew you were

going to do this, so...

yes!

- Aww!

- I know.

Now I have to clean this up,

too.

- That's how you take it

to the next level:

a dance-posal.

And you should do it

on the show!

- Really?

That seems like a big move.

- Avery will love it.

- Tarian will love it.

- Trust the team.

- Well, you've been right

so far.

Uh-oh. She's walking over here.

- Where's the bathroom?

- We have two. I'd go to the one

on the second floor.

That's the one

with the good paper towels.

- Thanks.

- I am on fire!

[leaf blower whirring]

- Oh! Whoa!

♪ ♪

- Black background.

Brown background.

- Hey, Ricky.

How's it going?

- Great. I got the last

onion bagel this morning,

and Mom pressed my favorite

slacks!

- So, you ready

for your epic dance-posal?

- Yep. I typed it

into the teleprompter,

just in case I forget the words

or get nervous.

- There's absolutely no reason

to get nervous.

- I don't want

to make you guys nervous,

but Principal Tarian

just told me

if we have another show

like Friday's,

we can forget

about being his A-team.

- That makes me nervous.

- Don't worry. We got this.

Now, to ensure our A,

you go warm up some more.

- Box of biscuits.

- And to ensure his Avery,

I'm gonna go lay down

some dance-posal groundwork.

Hey, Avery.

I was wondering:

are you planning on going to the

dance with anyone special?

- Why?

- No reason.

So, anybody?

- I don't know.

- It sounds like you know.

- Well, there's this guy

I kind of hope asks me.

- And he is?

- Your brother.

- Got three of 'em.

- He's on "The Buffa-Lowdown."

- We all are.

- His name rhymes with "icky."

- Keep going.

- Like Ricky.

- Yes!

- It's Nicky.

- [stammering] Nicky?

Uh, are you sure you didn't mean

to say Ricky?

- Ricky?

He's sweet,

but he smells like onion bagels,

and his pants are pressed.

- But what about the smile you

gave him yesterday in the cafe?

I mean, we all saw it.

- I was smiling at Nicky,

behind Ricky.

He was being supes cute.

- This is supes not good.

[upbeat music]

- Guys, we have a big problem.

I just found out that Avery

isn't into Ricky.

She's into Nicky.

- She likes me?

I'm flattered,

but I just don't see an "us."

- Not the point.

We need to tell Ricky

before he embarrasses himself

and gets rejected

in front of the entire school.

- Whoa! What are you guys doing?

We go live in 20 seconds.

Get in your positions.

- Oh, we just needed

to tell Ricky something.

- Is it,

"You got a bad grade

"because you didn't listen

to Principal Tarian

and ruined the morning

announcements"?

- No.

- I didn't think so.

Now take your places.

- We're just gonna need

to figure out a way

to get through to him on air.

[exciting music plays]

- We're live in three, two...

♪ ♪

- Good morning.

Welcome to

"The Edgewood Buffa-Lowdown."

She's Avery.

- And I'm Avery.

- You know, Avery,

I have a feeling

today's show is going to be

the most memorable in history.

And now it's time

for today's Buffa-birthdays.

Mae?

- Thanks, Ricky. Big Buffalo

birthday wishes to...

Siena Meyer and Curtis Nelson.

Now back to Rick--

Listen to these, Ricky:

A big happy birthday

to Hugh Shuden-Tasker.

Hear that?

Hugh Shuden-Tasker.

And lastly,

Ixnay Ontha Antsday.

Ricky?

- Uh, well,

I don't know you, Ixnay,

but I'd like to wish you and all

the international students

a special Edgewood welcome

to America.

- Now let's get

the Haps in the Halls.

Dicky?

- Thanks, Avery.

Dance-posals are bigger

than ever.

Wait.

Dance-posals are over.

Nobody's doing them anymore,

so if you're thinking

about doing one,

forget it!

- Uh, what do you think, Avery?

Are dance-posals still cool?

- I guess.

- You hear that, people?

She guesses.

- Ugh!

- He's just not getting it.

- Then it's time to get him

out of here.

Cut to the Shelly-Cam.

- Does Shelly love Daddy?

Daddy loves Shelly.

Why's that little red light on?

Hey, guys,

why is this red light on?

- Can I have a word with you?

- Yeah, sure. Excuse me--

Wait!

I had a question for Avery!

What did you want to tell me?

- Nicky, I need you to fill in

for Ricky.

- What? I can't go up there

with Avery.

She likes me.

It's a very awkward situation.

- Just read the teleprompter

and wrap it up

so he can't do his dance-posal.

Back to camera one!

- And that's

"The Edgewood Buffa-Lowdown."

Uh, just one thing before we go.

Avery, would you like to go

to the dance with me?

[gasps]

[both gasp]

- [gasps]

- Why did I read that thing?

- Wrap it up!

- Uh, cue balloons and band.

Why do I keep reading

that thing?

[band playing]

♪ ♪

- Stop!

That's my music and balloons!

- What's happening?

Ooh, balloons.

- Scared of balloons!

I'm out.

- Don't worry. I got this.

[band plays heroic music]

- Stop!

You! You betrayed me.

How could you?

[band plays tense music]

- I was just reading

the teleprompter

like Dawn told me to.

- You! You betrayed me.

How could you?

[band plays tense music]

- What are you talking about?

- Yeah. What are you

talking about?

- I was going to ask you

to the dance,

but Dawn set me up.

This was all an elaborate plan

to embarrass me.

- Uh, no, it wasn't. We were all

just trying to help you.

- Yeah, that's true.

- She's right.

- Oh, please. You were trying

to get back at me

for replacing Mae with Avery

to get Avery to like me.

- Wait. I thought I got the

co-host spot on my own "mert."

- Did--did you say "merit"?

- Yeah. Mert.

- Oh, my gosh. I hear it now.

- Come on, Nicky.

Let's get out of here.

- Uh, actually, Avery,

I was thinking of asking

someone else to the dance.

[band plays tense music]

Natlee, would you like to go

to the dance with me?

[drum roll]

- Actually,

I wanted Dooley to ask me.

[band plays tense music]

- Me?

Okay. Uh...[clears throat]

Natlee,

will you go to the dance

with me?

[drum roll]

- Yes.

[band plays happy tune]

♪ ♪

- Stop that!

What is going on here?

We're still on the air!

And Dawn and Ricky,

you have completely lost control

of your show.

This isn't the A-team.

You're the D-team.

D for "disappointing,"

not your grade.

You'll probably get a B-minus.

- We haven't lost control.

This was all part of an

intricately planned dance-posal

to give people an in-depth look

at the phenomenon.

- Uh, yeah, we totally knew

what we were doing.

- Yeah.

Congrats, Natlee and Dooley.

- You crazy kids.

- Wow. Now, that's A-plus work.

And I am talking

about their grade.

[all cheering]

- As promised, this has been

a very memorable episode of

"The Edgewood Buffa-Lowdown."

[buffalo stampede sounds]

Cut! That's a wrap. Whoo!

- Man, that was quick thinking,

Ricky.

- It's the least I could do

after what you all did for me.

I was selfish,

but now I realize

you have to look

after your team,

because they're the most

important thing you've got.

- Hey, Ricky,

thanks for saving our A.

Would you like to go

to the dance with "may"?

- Uh, I think Mae's

already going with Miles.

- No. I meant with "may,"

not Mae.

"May."

- Yes. I'd love to.

Okay, seriously,

how did I not hear that before?

- [as Avery]

They're just supes cute.

- [as Avery] I know!

[band plays upbeat music]

- ♪ 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! ♪