All language subtitles for Gortimer.Gibbons S02E01_English

Gortimer, narrating:
I've lived my whole life
on Normal Street.

There's a lake at one end

and a forest of shady trees
at the other.

But what lies in between

is anything but normal.

The first day of school
is a fresh start,

a chance
to redefine yourself.

Do you try a different look?

Start a new trend?

Or just follow one?

Do you try to stand out...

or look for ways
to blend in?

Or just stick
with what works,

or at least
what used to work?

[bell rings]

Eighth grade.

Eighth grade.

Last year you were
just a bunch of kids.

If you behaved immaturely,
teachers would say,

"Oh, what do you expect
from a seventh grader?"

Things are different
this year.

Most of you are teenagers.

We expect more from you.

I expect more from you.

I'm Mr. Renshaw.

And welcome to eighth grade
honors social studies.

Man, I'm going to miss
seventh grade.

Seems like your hoodie
misses fifth grade.

My lucky hoodie.
This is a classic.

Gortimer Gibbons.

- Here.
- [rip]

Renshaw:
Erica Finley.

It's the end of an era.

Don't worry. You'll
be able to fix it.

You only have
had this locker

for an hour
and a half.

You know my motto.

Ninjas are everywhere?

When in doubt, tacos?

Be ready for anything.

For example, I have
500 water balloons

- just for Waterloo.
- Hmm.

I can't wait.
This water balloon fight

is going to go down
in history.

I'm going to be like wh--

Come on.

Well, if we want
this water balloon fight

to be truly historic,

we're going to need
a force multiplier.

Something that makes the
other kids wet themselves

with their own balloons.

Then we need
bigger splashes,

longer range, uh, catapult--

you know, the one
with the swingy thingy
thing at the bottom.

That's a trebuchet,
which would be perfect.

We could lob balloons
all the way
across the field.

Medieval.
I like it.

But wouldn't we run out
of ammo too fast?

One problem at a time.

First
we need to figure out

if we can actually
build it.

My place after school.
We'll talk blueprints.

Looks like I've got
other plans.

Mm. What about this?
It's cute.

Mom, I can pick out
my own clothes.

I'm practically
an adult.

Oh. Well, pardon me,
Mr. Gibbon.

I should respect
your age and wisdom.

Well, come get me

when you need
my credit card.

I'd recognize Best Hair
in the senior class anywhere.

Adam?

Claire.

Adam Hernandez?

Wow. I can't believe this.

I thought you moved
back to the city.

I did, but I'm back.

My mom needed
a little bit of help,

so I told my firm
I was taking a hiatus.

How about you?
Work, husband, kids?

Well, two out of three.

- I'm a book editor--
- Uh-huh.

...and that's one of my
kids over there.

Well, hello, there.

Wow. This escalated
quickly.

I thought we were
going casual.

Well, I'm expanding
my comfort zone.

Can we get it?

It's dry clean only.

Is it worth the hassle?

Definitely.

[sigh]

Girl:
Hi, Gortimer.

So you look different.

Thanks.

Not what I was expecting,

but it's very...

- impressive.
- You think so?

Hey. Whoa. Whoa.
Slow down.

Sorry, sir.

[chuckle]

You look
like a weatherman.

He looks important.

I don't know.

Sophisticated?

Okay. Yeah, sure.

I can
live with that.

- [bell rings]
- Good morning, citizens.

I hope you've all
done the reading

because we're
starting right in--

I swear if Miss Hendricks
has taken my chalk again,

I'm going to--

I'll be right back.

I need someone
to take attendance.

Gortimer, you're in charge.

Uh, me?

Yeah.

You have a certain
air of authority.

Use it.

[chatter]

Ahem.

Whoa.

I like
where this is going.

Who wants to get rich?

[cash register rings]

I just won $2.00.

Well, I think
the responsible thing to do

is invest it.

In more lottery tickets.

[door bell jingles]

Whoa.

Mayor Lee, welcome
to Union Bakery.
What can I get you?

I woke with one word
on my mind: blueberries.

Uh, we have blueberry scones,
blueberry muffins,

blueberry-colored coffee mugs.

One of each.
I'll decide on the road.

I've never seen the mayor
in person before.

She's so mayoral.

What's next on the agenda?

Planning the 37th annual
Normal Harvest Festival.

Uh, so boring,
so predictable.

What did we do last year?

36th annual.

We need to come up
with something different,

something unexpected.

38th annual?

Okay. You're killing me,
Casey.

You know that, right?

What about
a historical theme?

Honor Normal Street's
founders.

Hmm. Pirates and pumpkins
don't mix.

Except on Halloween.

How about an Abnormal
Harvest Festival?

Well, you could
get the farmers

to bring all the
weird-looking pumpkins.

We can bob for potatoes
and have carnival games

where you win a prize
if you miss the target.

Not bad.

See, that's what I need:

out-of-the-box thinking.

Check out this guy, Casey.
Look at that jacket.

First rule of politics:
Always dress the part.

Henrietta Lee, mayor.

Gortimer Gibbon, citizen.

Gortimer Gibbon?

I love that.

Solid name recognition.

Vote Gortimer.

No mistaking that
for anyone else.

Always use your name
to your advantage.

How did the mayor handle
the recent crisis?

Competent-lee,
efficient-lee.

With great Lee-dership?

Eh.

Hmm.

You know, I could always
use a sharp mind on my team.

How'd you like
to come work for me

as an intern in my office?

An intern?

Uh, I-- I don't know.

I'm not really sure
politics is my thing.

Your thing? Okay,
listen to me, Gortimer.

Some people are born great.

Some people achieve
greatness.

Some people have greatness
thrust upon them.

Do you want
greatness thrust upon you?

Well, does that hurt?

Tomorrow in my office
after school

if you're ready.

Well, that was weird.

Weirdly awesome.

Our ammo problems,
they're solved.

- Hmm?
- Waterloo.

If you do this, you'll
have an in with the mayor.

And?

And you could get us
our own fire hydrant.

Forget R-rated movies
and lottery tickets.

That's kid stuff.

You'll have the keys
to the kingdom.

I will, won't I?

The mayor asked
that you wait here.

Whatever you do,
don't touch the desk.

Nobody touches the desk.

Ah. Gibbon.

You made it. Good.

Have a seat.

Try it out.

[giggle]

Love that jacket. Hmm.

So what's next up
on the agenda for today?

Proposal to dismantle
Normal Skate Park

and put in a parking lot.

We can always use
more parking spaces.

Put in some meters, make
some money for the city.

I say we do it.
Gibbon, thoughts.

Uh, um...

Well, kids like
the skate park.

Fifth rule of politics:
kids don't vote.

Yeah, but their
parents do.

Well, a mom doesn't
blame the mayor

if she can't find parking,

but when her kids complain

that you shut down
the skate park,

that's something
she'll remember.

Well.

You may be
on to something.

What if we don't shut it down?

What if we clean it up,

make it more of a destination?

But, ma'am, that's
not in the budget.

So we'll get sponsors,

sell advertising
to local businesses.

It's a win-win.

Kids get to keep
their skate park,

and the city still gets
a revenue boost.

Good work, Gortimer.
Let's go.

I knew I saw
something in you.

We're going to relocate

all the animals
in this section of the park

to a petting zoo or a zoo
or something like that

so we can expand
the skate park over here.

That way, teens and kids
can enjoy this part
of the skate park--

[power screwdriver runs]

From Union Bakery

to Mr. Zip's Pizza
now celebrating

the opening of its
second location,

you are all truly the life
blood of Normal Street.

Tuesday's not going to work.

The mayor's
double-booked as it is.

No, no. Tell His Honor

that he can get ten minutes
on the phone Friday, but--

Look at this.

You're knocking me
out of my own headline.

Which makes me look bad,

which ironically
makes me look good

because I'm confident enough
to let myself look bad.

- So thank you.
- Y-You're welcome?

I'm glad to have you
on the team.

If ever there's
anything you need,

don't hesitate to ask.

Actually,
there's just one thing.

You know Waterloo
is coming up,

and my friends and I
were hoping

to gain access
to a fire hydrant to--

More ammo. I get it.
No problem.

Consider it done.

Hmm.

All done.

Too bad Gortimer
missed all this.

Gortimer. Gortimer.

Oh, you must mean
the mayor's right-hand man.

I haven't seen him lately.

Well, he better be
there for Waterloo.

It's when the actual
carnage is going down.

It'll be a bloodbath.

It'll be a water bath.

That's just a normal bath.

Let's take it out
and test it.

Yep. Should have
seen that coming.

I'm honored to be here

for the grand re-opening of
a Normal Street institution

where kids can come
and skate safe-lee

and free-lee,

and you can trust me:
Mayor Lee.

And now please enjoy
a demonstration

from our wonderful staff

at the Normal Street
Skate School.

Hey, you made it.
So what do you guys
think?

Pretty cool, right?
We've been working
on it all week.

Yeah. You know what we've
been working on all week?

The trebuchet.

Which was your idea
in the first place.

I know, guys. I'm sorry.
I've just been so busy.

The mayor needs me.

Is that why you're still
wearing that blazer?

You dress
for the job you want,

not the job you have.

You never had a job
or wanted one.

What happened
to the Gortimer

who just liked hanging out
with his friends

and having fun?

Well, I'm still that guy.

Yesterday at lunch,

all you talked about
was stop signs.

That's not true.
We also talked about...

speed bumps.

Yeah.
Classic Gortimer.

If you go back to normal,
you know where to find us.

Guys, wait.

Mayor Lee:
Let's hit it, Gibbon.

We're already
running behind.

Hi, honey.

How was your day?

My coffee was fine,
thank you.

Are you still
doing homework?

Uh, no.
It's the Q3 NoSPot.

Hmm?

The third quarter

Normal Street
Pothole Assessment.

Sounds riveting.

May I ask why?

Because we are going
over it tomorrow,

and I need
to be prepared.

Third rule
of politics, Mom:

Know what's happening
on your street.

Look, um...

I know that you're
not a kid anymore,

but you don't have to be
a grownup, either.

Hey, I think it's awesome
that you got this job,

but just, you know,
save some time for some fun.

Got it. Thanks.

Folding pothole repairs
into water main upgrades.

It's a master stroke.
It'll save us thousands.

You're doing a terrific job.

I think it's
time that you got
some recognition.

City Hall meeting
tomorrow.

I'm giving you
a commendation.

Wow. I-- I'm honored.

Do you really think
I deserve it?

Rule number 6:
Never turn down an award.

But there is something

that I need to talk
to you about first.

It's this Waterloo
business.

Oh. Right.
The fire hydrant.

Where should I tell
my friends to set up?

Here's the thing.

It's not going to happen.

I know I told you
you could,

but then Casey
reminded me that it's
a public safety issue

and that every year we get
grief about the mess:

little bits of balloon,
puddles of water,

the smell of wet kids.

What do wet kids smell like?

Not good. It's politics.

People complain,
you got to listen.

But I promised my friends.

Leadership
means making decisions

some people won't like,

but you can't let that
hold you back.

You were born
for politics, Gortimer.

You have a real
future in it.

You think so?

* You're a kid
who wants it all *

*So make sure
you're on the ball *

* 'cause there's meetings
and there's greetings *

*But it's all
a part of leading *

*When you get to City Hall *

Yeah. I like
the sound of that.

Oh, we're just
getting started.

* You want to build
a brand-new mall *

*With your political
wherewithal *

*Well, there's budgets,
and there's planning *

* But no time
for big grandstanding *

*'cause you're
running City Hall *

You really think
I could?

There's no stopping you.
The sky's the limit.

* Better straighten up
that jacket *

* Get your fans
to make a racket *

* 'cause your name
is on the ticket *

* And the voter's
gonna pick it *

*It's a rocket ascent *

* You're the next President *

**["Stars and Stripes
Forever"]

*But it starts
at City Hall *

So what do you think?

I like it.

I thought you would.

Now see to it that
Waterloo doesn't happen,

no matter what.

I'll take care of it.

Good man, Gibbon.

So this is our best
vantage point,

but if we set up here,

we can use the hill
to cover our flank.

The best offense
is a good offense.

[footsteps]

He's back.

So glad you're here.

Let me bring you up to speed
on the battle plans.

She means
the victory plans.

Okay, so here's
our first rally point,

- and we mass the arm--
- I've got some bad news.

Bad like tomorrow
is Cabbage Day
in the cafeteria

or bad like you got
bit by a werewolf?

Bad like no Waterloo.

No.

You have to come.
We're a team.

I don't just mean me.
I mean everybody.

The whole thing,
it's canceled.

What are you talking about?

Well, the mayor thought
it would be best--

Mayor again? She's all
you ever talk about.

You never hang out
with us anymore.

Because I'm busy.

I'm doing the best I can,
but things have changed.

No. You've changed.

Ever since you put on
that blazer--

Don't.

Ahem.

I know
you don't understand,

but what I'm doing now
is really important.

Waterloo isn't.

So call it off.

Are you following me?

Or you're just a sucker
for City Council meetings?

Oh, no.
I just love relaxing

listening to debates
on zoning restrictions.

Hmm. Yes.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Actually, I'm here
for my mom.

Apparently, the street light
in front of her house

is too bright.

Oh. Yeah.

What about you?

Oh, uh, my, uh, my son
is getting an award.

He's the Citizen
of the Month.

I had no idea.
Good for him.

- Yeah.
- Good for him.

Care to join me?
I brought a picnic.

Oh. Sure.

[gavel pounds]

Welcome, friends and citizens.

Thank you. Thank you all
so much for coming.

But before we get started,

I have a special commendation
that I'd like to present.

You may have noticed

that things have been changing

for the better around here
on Normal Street,

and I'm proud to say
that that's due

to the hard work of one
very special young man.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I present to you

Normal's own Gortimer Gibbon.

[applause]

Gortimer,
I hereby name you

Normal's Citizen
of the Month,

sponsored
by Yogurtyert.

Yogurtyert:

a delicious treat
for Normal Street.

[applause]

Would you like to say
a few words, Gortimer?

[running footsteps]

Waterloo. It's starting.

You told me
you took care of this.

I thought I did.

Guys, I thought
we talked about this.

You talked. We didn't.

Because
you don't understand.

There's a lot going on here.
It's very complicated.

It's not complicated.

It's simple.
It's just about having fun.

The old Gortimer
knew that.

I mean,
the young Gortimer.

I mean, the Gortimer
that's our friend.

Mayor:
Remember what we talked about.

You have a bright
future ahead of you.

Don't let Waterloo
be your Waterloo.

Shut this down.

It's time to be
a grownup, Gortimer.

** [military drumbeat]

All right, um...

everyone, listen up.

I know you've all looked
forward to this day

for a long time.

And here you are,

with water in your balloons,

war in your hearts.

But there'll come a day
when you realize

that you have to put
childhood behind you.

That day...

may come a year from now...

next week.

It might even be tomorrow.

But it's not today!

[cheering]

Cry havoc and let slip
the balloons of war!

[cheering]

[cheering]

- Guys, look.
- Guys.

Great. I could use
some backup.

More than you know.

What did I expect
from a 13-year-old?

Hmm.

[sigh] So what happened
to the blazer?

Dry clean only?

Um...

I guess you'll
want this back.

You can keep it.

You did what you had to do.

Last rule of politics:
Know when to get out.

So we're good.

Oh, no, not yet.

But we will be.

Gortimer:
Clothes can change
the way you look,

the way people treat you,

even the way
you see yourself.

But no matter how much

you change
what's on the outside,

you shouldn't let it change
what's on the inside.

After all,
for the people that matter,

that's the only part
that counts.