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(Kirby) One of the first things they teach kids about art

is to color inside the lines.

But to me, the best part about art is that there are no rules.

I mean, if art was about following orders,

then almost everybody would be a great artist.

Animals!

But if art did have rules,

I think a good one would be don't use art to start a riot.

-Huah! -(screams)

Oh, yeah!

(theme music plays)

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Hey ♪

Hey, Fish.

Dude, where were you?

It's elective sign up day, and there are only two classes left with openings.

(Kirby) The History of History or Counting Out Loud?

I had to sign up for Typewriter Repair and Maintenance.

I don't even know what a typewriter is!

Hey, man, you okay? You seem to be squeezing that stress ball pretty hard.

Haha. This isn't a stress ball.

This is a grip strengthener for my handshake.

Why would I need a stress ball?

I'm the most laid-back dude I know.

I'm as cool as leftover pizza.

(Eli) (laughing)

That's just Fish being Fish.

(Fish slurps)

Ah, that's great water.

Water... we know it's great for slides,

but is it good for anything else?

And cut.

Okay, Keith, take a break, but I want you back here in five.

So, how about more on the Keith story?

Yeah, like, why are you getting filmed and acting weird?

My mom wanted to make up for leaving me

at a gas station last weekend,

so she took me on a tour of the WTKA News station

to meet anchorman Dallas Cleveland.

He's my hero!

That's why I stole his coffee mug.

Isn't that the guy that only reports on good news stories?

Sure is.

Plus, he's having a contest to see

which Little Clevelander can film the best good news story.

That could be me!

Elective Day...

perhaps the most important day in a young man's life.

Or is it?

Not for me.

I got two words for you...

Independent Study.

I can do one in Animation, and have an entire class where all I do is draw.

No way Mitchell agrees to that.

I'm not taking no for an answer.

Permission immediately granted.

Don't be so surprised, Mr. Buckets.

It's your dream.

I too once had a dream...

to be principal.

You'll get your independent study,

and I'll also feature your art in the halls

and on school-wide television broadcasts.

Wow. That's actually surprisingly awesome!

Just sign here.

It's a standard Independent Study agreement.

Don't be intimidated by the size.

I just like wasting paper.

I have no use for trees. I'm more of a shrub man.

Eww.

What?

Why is everybody looking at me the way I look at Kirby?

Hey, try some soap.

Do you remember signing up for that Adopt-a-Hallway program

where you agreed to keep part of the school clean?

I vaguely remember we had to do some community service things.

Well, I think you might wanna see this.

Oh...

(Dawn) Why is this floor so sticky?

Because you let it get so dirty that the janitors won't even come here anymore.

I think people are starting to associate you with your hallway.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

Hey, what do you know about Dawn Buckets?

Well, she hasn't been cleaned in months

and she's oddly sticky.

That's my hallway. That's not me.

-Oh, whatever. -Wait! Wait!

Argh!

Super desk complete.

Bring it on! Let me at it!

Sword volcano?

That might be a bit much, actually.

(screams)

Ha-hoo!

(chuckles)

Are you gonna tell me why you're so stressed out?

I'm not stressed out, okay?

Just gripping and ripping, baby.

A boy, an Independent Study,

and maybe a little magic.

And that's how Eli sees it.

This is exactly the kind of good news story

that Dallas Cleveland would go nuts for.

-(bell rings) -Oh, here we go.

Principal Mitchell's airing my animation today.

You guys are gonna love it.

(Kirby) Hi, I'm Kirby Buckets, and I hope you enjoy my new video.

Amazing intro.

(Principal Mitchell's voice) I am a dangerous bird,

and I dare you to be obedient.

Also, from now on, all students must walk in single file in the hall.

Cartoon over.

That wasn't my video! He changed it!

And we'll have more on this development after the break.

What break?

You changed my art!

Like the new merch?

15-minute lunchtimes? I didn't sign up for this.

Actually, you did.

Remember your independent study agreement?

I can use and alter your art however I please.

Then I quit!

I'm not gonna let you use my art for evil.

Is walking in single file evil?

Are shorter lunchtimes evil?

Is changing the detention room into an actual dungeon evil?

Actually, that one is a little evil.

If you quit your Independent Study, you'll get an F.

Seriously?

And be held back a grade.

No!

And you'll have to wear a giant baby diaper

outside your clothes every day until you graduate.

Come on. You can't seriously make me do that.

Page 17, Mr. Buckets.

I can...

and I will.

(Principal Mitchell) One minute remaining in your lunch.

Dare to make healthier food choices?

(clucks)

Be careful. Walk slowly.

No! No! No! Your brainwashing won't work on me!

-(Dangerbird) No! No! -Be gone, rebellious thoughts!

-(metal guitar riff) -(clucks)

I'm trapped!

Do you think you'll overcome your predicament

with hard work and determination,

thus becoming a richer person in the process?

No.

Then it's not news, Kirby!

Keith, let's roll.

Hey, principal's pet.

15 minutes is not long enough to eat lunch.

All right? It's a digestion issue.

Let's get him with our ridicule.

Boo!

(students booing)

Even the cool janitor hates me?

Oh! Kirb! Hey!

Hey, my main man!

What's going on? So, um, no big deal,

but cool guy to cool guy, have you seen my grip strengthener anywhere?

And again, no big deal.

-Fish, you need... -I am calm!

And there we go.

No longer gross.

Now all we have to do is clean everything else.

Why is there so much wet toilet paper on the ceiling?

(laughing)

I am not gross!

At least we're making progress.

Progress?

Everything's crumbling.

The water fountain is toxic.

But the water's not brown anymore.

All this hallway attracts are weirdos.

There's a kid over there pretending to be a ghost.

Ooh...

Take a hike, Gary!

Woo-ooo!

See? You don't have to be the saddest, most desperate,

disgusting girl in school.

I mean hallway.

Saddest, most desperate hallway.

Hey, pretty lady...

(laughing)

"I have three butts because I talked too loudly in the library."

And now for you next and most important assignment...

Oh, no.

-Please, no. -Please, yes.

His name is Princi-Pal.

His defining characteristics are being hip and being fresh.

He's based on me.

I can't draw this. Everyone's gonna hate me!

You can draw it

and you will.

Keep drawing, Mr. Buckets.

Now, be one of my many friends.

No!

It's time to fight art with art.

Every man has dreamt of eating a sandwich as long as he is tall.

This is truly the feel-good story of the semester.

Watch out! He's gonna blow!

(boy retches)

Great idea about the sandwich guy, Keith.

Go clean yourself up.

Hey! Hey! Have any of you guys seen my missing grip strengthener?

Do not lie to me.

Wait!

They can never know the truth.

(grunting)

I am stressed.

Stressed because my grip is too weak.

My grip strengthener!

Ah!

Wait! No, wait!

See? No more sticky.

Who's disgusting now?

Hey, you're that girl from the hallway, right?

Just wanted to say you're clean.

I like that.

(romantic music plays)

Littering on my hallway floor is the same as littering on my face!

Get out of here, and never come back!

Go be handsome somewhere else!

That'll teach Mitchell not to mess with my art.

Treason.

Yeah, Kirby! You're not the principal's pet.

Lose the leash!

Can I have that? I'm throwing a party.

(school bell rings)

-(crowd gasps) -Uh...

Yeah, that's right. I did that.

On purpose.

See? I told you I'm not the principal's pet.

(All) Yeah!

Yeah, Kirby's right! Mitchell's rules are stupid!

My grip strengthener!

Wait, come back!

And that kid's even more right!

Let's tear this place apart!

(All) Yeah!

That's unnecessary, Gerald.

You work here.

Look, I'm so sorry. The paint was a total accident.

Just please don't make me wear a baby diaper...

Whoa, how did you clean up so fast?

If you want to find out, become a principal.

We have far more important matters to attend to.

This Superintendent is inspecting the school today.

Wait, what?

I had hoped your art would help the students behave.

The district has budget problems,

and they're going to shut down one school.

Oh, come on. They wouldn't really shut down Forest Hills High?

Normally, I would agree.

But this particular superintendent has it out for me.

If everything isn't in order, we're doomed.

Let's not panic. I'm sure everything has calmed down already.

Or not.

That's it! Down with the rules!

Okay, this whole thing might be a mistake.

The horror, the horror!

And that's how Eli sees it.

Ah!

You animals!

(door opens)

Principal Mitchell, what are you doing?

It's time for me to pursue my backup career:

designer jeans designer.

You can't just quit! We have to do something!

Perhaps you're right.

It took your cool rebel art to get the students to disobey me.

We just have to show them how cool it is to follow the rules.

No offense, but you're the principal.

Kids don't really respond well to authority.

So, the students won't listen to me.

Exactly. And we can use that.

Don't give an inch, Belinda.

Remember why we're doing this.

Keep this hallway clean so people think slightly better about you.

Exactly! I expect you to give your life if you have to.

Come get some!

(Eli groans)

Are you okay?

It's all bad news out there.

Do you want some water or something?

That'd be nice.

It tastes like an icy mountain stream.

(Eli) Whoa! This hallway is so clean!

Just when I thought it was all bad news,

here's something good!

Keith, let's roll.

I'm standing here with Belinda...

I don't know her last name...

who is one of the people in charge.

It's a heartwarming tale of two special young ladies.

Die, intruders!

And a little piece of paradise.

And that's how Eli sees it.

Hit me, Buckets.

I demand that you throw toilet paper at me.

I'll never listen to you, old man!

Cleaning up? That's not very cool, Kirby.

And trust me, I know cool.

Oh, yeah? Just try to stop me.

Hey, let's show him!

Let's make this place super clean!

Someone get me a wet vac!

(rock guitar riff plays)

Join the jam, Kirby! It's radical!

No way! I prefer peace and quiet!

(ruckus dies down)

(drumming)

Look at us, a bunch of hooligans.

Well, I say we fight back by making this place spotless!

Well, we're done.

And the best part was giving all of those students detention.

(distant footsteps)

Ah, the superintendent has arrived.

It is important that you not show a hint of weakness, Mr. Buckets.

The man is a monster.

(groaning)

Hello... Father.

(rock guitar riff plays)

Hello, Boo-Bear.

(rock guitar riff intensifies)

You call this sorry, misshapen piece of concrete a school?

The only thing children could possibly learn here

is how to break the heart of an old man.

It's pristine and you know it.

Ugh. Fine.

As much as it pains me to say this,

Forest Hills High shall remain open.

I appreciate that...

Allen.

How dare you use my first name against me.

(Fish) I've got you now!

Aah!

Oh, look at that garbage.

It gives me pleasure to once and for all close...

Oh.

This strange ball is oddly soothing.

Aah. Is this what it means to relax?

Perhaps I've been a bit unfair, Boo-Bear.

Your school may remain open after all.

Man, I really love this thing.

Okay then. Finders keepers.

Treat her well.

Ow. That's quite a handshake you have, young man.

We could use a man like you down at the superintendent's office.

There are lots of jars I haven't been able to open.

It worked.

My grip is strong.

My secret shame is over!

Should I tell him about my father's incredibly frail hands?

Definitely not.

So, now that you don't need to change my art,

how about I can go back to having regular Independent Study?

Well, you were directly responsible for causing a riot, so... no.

That's fair, I guess.

(Superintendent) Boo-Bear?

An adopted hallway,

a father and son reunion,

a stress ball finding a new home.

Never in my one-day career

have I seen so many beautiful news stories.

And that's the way Eli sees it.

(clapping)

Is that... is that you?

The name is Cleveland. Dallas Orlando Cleveland.

And I must say, I'm impressed you've managed to find the good news

in this crazy, mixed up world we call school.

And that's the view from Dallas.

Does that mean I won the Little Clevelander contest?

(chuckles) No.

I'm here to get back my stolen mug.

Not cool, Eli.

Not cool.

We did it.

We kept it beautiful.

We kept me beautiful.

Ahem.

This hallway is quite pleasant.

It has great personality, too.

Wait a minute. There's something here amiss.

Just as I suspected.

Two inches too narrow.

I am taking away custody of this hallway.

From here on out, you've adopted the bathroom

for students we no longer let use the regular bathroom.

(sniffing)

You smell like the bathroom I have to use now.

(romantic music plays)

And I like it.

No!

My strength grippener!

My grip strengthener.

It's...

Hello, old friends.

He's on a walkie-talkie of some sort.

(laughter)

Yes?

Yes, we're shooting.

Call me later.

(laughter)

What?

(Man) Cut.