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- Previously on Foursome...

I thought I could get things to go back to normal.

Back to normal means a boy-free zone for A-Fix

and I ain't mad at it.

But Greer had been busy over winter break.

I'm starting to realize things are never

going to go back to how they were.

- I didn't try to bang your sister, I was in love with her.

- And maybe it's time I start to embrace that.

Who knows what will lie ahead.

But no matter what happens, I know I'm covered.

How?

- What the...

- "Dakota Green, you're mine."

"Warmest regards, Stewart the Stallion."

- Someone stole my silks while I was in the shower.

Do you know how hard it is to find silk chonies that fit?

They're comfortable around my junk.

Those Stevenston High chaches!

- As if seeing Kent at school every day isn't bad enough,

now I'm being slapped in the mug by Stevenston pranks?

I don't need to sit on a jade and mustard whoopee cushion

to know that everybody from Stevenston is an epic asshole.

- Just call it green and yellow, you ain't better than us,

wealthy wankers.

British curse, extra points.

- I wish everyone from Stevenston would just head

to the Hamptons.

The last thing I need is anyone from Brayer to find out

about why Kent transferred.

- Yeah, that would add a whole other level

to your humiliation nation.

- You know what? No, I'm not the same sophomore

who always plays the victim.

I am taking my power back.

Normally, Prank Day is all about jokes and jocks,

but today I own Prank Day.

I will mortify those plentiful prats

just like one of theirs mortified me.

This all started with a school rivalry

and it's gonna end with one.

- Congratulations.

Can we go back to Brayer now?

I'm sorry, I tried chill but I'm just not comfortable

being chill off-campus during school hours.

- Being off-campus is a new experience for you, right?

You're always saying, "New experiences shape character."

You all talk?

Then be chill.

- Hey, guys, sorry I'm late.

I was doing philanthropy for Tipp

by giving manicures to hobos.

Green slime?

Yellow feathers?

Dog shit?

You've been pranked.

- Why does she sound pleased?

- Courtney lives for pranks.

- Mm-hmm.

- You guys have to retaliate.

Brayer's reputation is at stake.

Nay, your reputation.

You want Stevenston cheer to win Prank Day

and get to dance instead of Brayer

at the first rival basketball game?

You can't let

those Stevenston sluts shimmy their shoulders.

- Yeah, spin the story so at least you owned

his alma mater with hoaxes.

Who's got the last laugh now, bitch?

- Yeah, that horse thinks he's gonna target me?

Oh, that steed has another thing coming.

I'm gonna get that fancy horse.

Put your hooves in like you mean it.

Prank Day on three.

One, two, three.

- Prank Day!

- Rosamund, what the F are these peasants--

- Doing on our turf, Constance?

- Hilarious, baby.

- Shut up, Baby Trumps.

I'm here to do business with your es-car-hoes.

- We have a transaction that will be of interest to you.

- Aha. - Ha.

All your transactions are likely--

- Declined.

- As if we need anything from these guttersnipes.

We have all of the everything.

- Now vamoose from whence you came.

- What if I told you that I could hand you

all of Brayer's pranks on a silver platter?

- Coming from your house, it would probably be bronze.

- Hey!

- Oh my god, are you insane?

- I'm from Brayer, bitch.

Do you wanna mess with this, because I'm crazy.

- What do you want?

- I don't give a shining shit about Prank Day,

but unfortunately, we share a common interest.

- Humiliating Brayer.

- And I want you to focus on one Bobcat in particular.

Andie Fixler.

- Why would we worry about one Brayer vagabond

when we could ensnare them all?

- Because, moose-knuckle, I will divulge all

of the Brayer prank plans before they happen

in exchange for your help taking down Little Fix

with the final prank.

A prank so pointed that the mere memory of it

will humiliate her until the day she dies.

Do we have a deal?

Girsten, come.

- So, our game plan should start with...

- What's up with the Bobcat mob packs?

- Stevenston cemented the locks on all our classrooms.

Now we're barred from getting in.

- Rookie prank.

Now you just have an excuse to not go to class.

- I don't want my teachers to think I'm ditching.

- Ugh.

- You know what? I'll write them an email

explaining the situation.

They changed my font

from Times New Roman to Comic Sans.

- Ugh.

- Who takes Sans seriously?

That's it, I'm invested.

Let's prank 'em.

- Yay.

Oh, now that's creative.

- What a prank even is this?

Everyone keeps talking to my back thinking it's me.

Am I that one-dimensional?

Focus up, Fixler.

Dakota, go punch Kent in the heart.

- Assault, not a prank.

- Ugh. - Everyone!

Everyone.

Stay calm.

Janitor Wilkins is working on getting

your classrooms un-cemented.

So, you know, in the meantime, let's just ignore the pranks.

Laugh, and ignore--

- Ignore it?

Ignore the pranks?

What?

How about explore it, huh?

Blower it.

Rip up the floor and gore it!

Are you ready to take back your school?

Will you fight?

They can take my silks but they can't take my freedom!

Feast your eyes on the legendary list of pranks.

I circled two pranks on every paper.

It should be all even and shit.

Example, hit your hand up if you see

Saran Wrapping toilet seats.

Bam, you in a group.

Let's do this!

- Hey, do either of you guys have prank number two?

- I do.

It was just the un-luck of the draw.

If you really want me to switch with somebody, I can.

- No, it's fine.

I mean, it's not, but you don't have to switch.

- Okay look, I should probably apologize for something else.

The other day when I was telling Alec

about how I'd had feelings for you for, like, forever.

I hope that didn't upset you, you know.

I was just trying to win my best friend back,

but I meant every word.

- So, what's the prank?

- Where'd you come from?

You're not in this class.

- Don't sass, I'm ready to talk ass.

As in donkey, as in get back at that horse.

So, what's the plan?

- Uh well, prank number two is gluing

Stevenston's sphincters to their seats.

- That's what I'm talking about.

Now they just won't be stuck up, they'll be stuck butt.

- Glue 'em on three.

No time, kill the horse.

Horse.

- Just because your ass is stuck to those seats

doesn't mean you get to stay in my class.

Bye.

- All right, what's number nine?

I'm not exactly gonna beat the narrative

about me and Kent with prank paste.

- Nine is fish the bish, fill Stevenston Prep's vents

with scents.

- Where is the rest of our prank team?

- More pranks, let's do 'em all.

- You know, I get it, Court.

Even doing stupid stuff to get back at Stevenston

has been oddly cathartic.

Plus, revenge aside, Josh and I had a moment

during the last prank.

- Pranks.

- Maybe I was too hard on him on Beach Island.

I mean, he did almost make me forget about

that douche-hole from down under.

He's right behind me, isn't he?

- Hi.

- Prank number nine?

Great.

- Was that a neigh?

- Wait up.

I wanna prank.

Prank!

- I'm just gonna go switch out

Stevenston's number twos with pens.

Try filling out a Scantron with those bad boys, am I right?

Yahoo!

- How have you been?

- Shockingly, not great.

- Screw this... - Andie, please...

Look, I know I made a huge mistake.

What can I do? I miss you.

- I don't know what you want me to say.

There isn't some small fix for this.

It's gonna take more than a small gesture

to make things right.

- No small gestures, I got it.

- Let's just get this over with.

- Yeah, Alec put a duffle of dead fish in my car,

so I'm pretty sure he saved this one especially for me.

- No.

Stevenston stumped us again.

- How do they keep scooping us?

- Mae, wrong team.

- Ew, that's honestly making me so sick.

- Hey, come on.

There's no vents in here.

You can breathe.

- It's so much better.

Thanks.

- Andie...

- Say goodbye to the room, Terry.

- Goodbye to the room, Terry.

- Deal's off, Greer.

We don't need protection anymore.

We're disbanded, the bulletin is no more,

the media club has won.

- I need 500 copies of this by the end of the day.

- I told you, we--

- You hate the Foursome as much as I do, right?

This is your revenge.

- Come on, Divit, just let it go.

- No, I'll never let it go.

Andie will be humiliated, just like she humiliated us.

This may not get us back the Brayer Lair,

but it will get us our revenge.

- Josh.

Josh, what are you doing?

Let me see.

Josh.

What happened? - It's nothing.

- It's not nothing.

You got punched in the face for me, didn't you?

- Andie, I'm fine, okay, it's nothing.

- You didn't have to do this.

- Okay, just stop.

Yeah, I had to do this.

I did have to get involved.

You think I'm just gonna let these Stevenston snobs

say this kind of shit about you?

After everything that happened with Kent

you think I'm gonna let them rub this in your face?

Look, I don't care that you didn't pick me.

I am always gonna pick you.

You don't deserve this.

- You missed a C-word or two.

You get punched in the face a lot for me.

Three times in the semester?

It seems excessive.

- Two.

- Right.

One time was in my fever dream.

- What? - What?

Nothing.

What do you say we go catch up with everyone

and get back at those Stevenston assholes?

- Andie Fixler, out for revenge.

I'm impressed.

- And intimidated?

- Always.

- We're not the Boobcats, we're the Bobcats.

- Hey.

- Well...

- Hey, Steven-suck, how have you wizards

been snaking our pranks?

- Haven't you guys perused the news lately or can't you--

- Read?

We've been one step ahead since before Prank Day began.

- Stop, you'll just make it worse.

- Hey, what's going on?

Why are you handing out old people magazines?

- One of Brayer's own has been feeding us pranks

since the beginning.

- And one of Stevenston's own has infiltrated Brayer

from the start.

Kent Saydak had a rivalry with the star quarterback

from Brayer who constantly flipped his hair.

- And sucked so much.

- Who's flipping their hair besides me?

That's my thing!

- It's you, you nincompoop.

- Oh yeah.

- Kent hated Alec so much that he transferred schools

just to take his untouchable little sister's virginity.

- She was as easy to dupe as all of you.

- You are a school of fools.

And no one would pick Andie Fixler on purpose.

- I'm gonna kill you chaches.

- They're right.

I did transfer from Stevenston

to date Alec Fixler's little sister.

Maybe I transferred from Steven-suck for the wrong reasons,

but I stayed for the right ones.

Brayer showed me what loyal friends are.

It showed me what teachers who actually care look like.

Brayer is full of awesome people.

One in particular.

And you know what, I wouldn't do it any differently

because I wouldn't have fallen in love

with the best part of Brayer.

Andie Fixler.

? Darling, all I really know ?

? Is that I've been ?

? Falling for you ?

? Darling, darling, what do you say? ?

? Have you been ?

? Falling for me too? ?

? And if you fall, if you fall ?

? I'll catch you ?

? So won't you fall, won't you fall in love with me? ?

- How's that for a small gesture?

- I'll allow it, just this time.

That is really frigging beautiful.

Just don't touch her butt, Saydak.

- That's not how this was supposed to go down.

Andie Fixler was supposed to go down.

- Hey, Greer, wait up.

- I'm not in the mood to smash right now, Alec.

- No, totally, I get it.

You've been busy being double-crossing us.

- What are you talking about?

- Well, I was thinking about how I should think

about more stuff, I thought of something you did

the other day that made me think.

- What?

- I had a gut feeling that at first I thought

was just a trapped fart, but then I realized

it was a gut feeling.

See, you've been sneaky-sneaky lately, Greer.

And thanks to all of the Scooby episodes

I've been Doo-ing, I learned to sleuth.

Check your phone for nudes.

- And?

- I saw you were texting some sluts from Stevenston.

And then when they said there was a rat,

it all made the sense, Greer.

- You're the stupidest idiot in school.

No one's gonna believe you.

- You think you can come into my life

and have super awesome sex with me and mess with my sister?

Well, you can do that other stuff,

but no one messes with my sister.

Not even a girl.

Un-sexism.

Greer Ashton, you're finished here.

- What the...

- Time's up, bulletin.

Get the fudge out of the Brayer Lair.

- Peg, you came so close to saying a swear.

God, I love you.

- You made a big mistake.

- You went from annoyance to an actual enemy.

- You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us.

- And I don't know if you remember, Divit,

but I hate messes.

- Now get out.

- Finally, we got our room back.

Everything's back to normal.

- Sorta.

I think my stallion may be boyfriend material.

- Oo.

- And it's not exactly normal for me either.

This is way better than normal.

- Oh, Peg.

Mr. Shaw, are you crying?

- No.

I didn't know you guys would be here.

It's just that, well, I wanted to be the one

to get you kids back the Brayer Lair.

I spent all winter break secretly getting footage of you

so that I could edit together a segment.

- That's disturbing.

- Now this I gotta see.

- Oh.

Oh no, I've dropped five whole dollars.

Is there somebody that could help me, please?

Oh, thank you, good Samaritan, for returning my money

that belonged to me and not to you.

- We love being--

- Media club?

- And that's why the gang deserves their lair back.

? Won't you feel it

? Can you feel it.

- I assure you that would not have gotten us our room back.

- Yeah, for sure it wouldn't have.

- No, not at all.

- Yeah, we would've been locked out for good.

- But, we appreciate the thought.

- Yeah, you're our forever fave sponsor.

- You got her back, Shaw, respect.

- I don't know you that well.

- Wow, you guys appreciate me?

I'm your fave?

Well, I...

I...

I can't.

I mean, I can't.

- Okay, no more interruptions.

Now time to dish about that courtyard croon.

- So romantic.

He totally 10 Things I Hate About You,

but switch the hate with love, 'cause he loves you.

I love love.

Are you gonna forgive Kent?

- Are you gonna get back together with him?

What? I can gab.

- Andie, come on.

- Blesses. - Tell us.

- I'm also here.

- Where are you going?

- I'm gonna go get my man.

- Always with the god-dang arm punch.

- Andie, what are you doing here?

- It's always been you too.

? Whoa, whoa

? Whoa, whoa

? Whoa, whoa

? Whoa, whoa

- Oh my god, are you okay?

Are you okay?

- Oh my god, help.

- Step two, to retrain your brain.

Oh, okay.

- And three, two, one, right.

Three, two--

- Oh, not "write" with a W.

- Is this really happening?

- Everything that's happened is happening.

- All right, we got it.

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