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(Kirby) Sometimes the desire to create great art

can take on a life of its own.

(upbeat music playing)

But trust me, it's not always a good thing.

There's something a lot bigger buried here.

(thunder roars)

Fish, are you in there?

No!

(theme music playing)

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Hey ♪

(upbeat music playing)

Is it just me or does no one around here have any school spirit whatsoever?

Well, maybe that's because our sports teams are the worst.

(Fish) Look what band geeks doing to our quarterback.

I mean, when is the last time you wanted to go all out

supporting a team you know is gonna get killed?

Let's go, Forest Hills!

Guys, how excited are you for the homecoming game tomorrow?

Whoo!

Not as excited as you, apparently.

I can't help it.

I've got a lot of school spirit. It's in my blood.

Well, I'm glad someone does.

It's almost as if they're trying not to have school spirit around here.

Look at this.

Look at the school mascot for Scrub Valley High.

(Kirby) A muscular goat with an angry expression and sunglasses.

Pretty cool, right?

Now check out ours.

What kind of school doesn't have a mascot?

Believe me, I know. I'm a huge fan of mascots.

I've always wanted to be one.

All of the attention and court-side seats.

Hey, guys, what if I designed a super cool mascot?

I could raise school spirit and have my artwork live

at Forest Hills High forever.

Let's go, Kirby!

What? It's in my blood!

Okay, so after first period, I'll pretend to have something in my eye,

but you're too short to see it,

so you'll walk me over to Colton and ask for help

and he'll be forced to look directly into my eyes

at a very close distance. Got it?

Forced eye contact is a great plan,

but maybe you can do that one on your own.

What? Why?

What kind of wing woman are you?

The type of wing woman who thinks you're ready

for a solo mission.

Plus, I'm kind of busy.

Really? You?

I know. I'm sorry, but I have some really important schoolwork

I have to get done.

I'll just... catch up with you later, okay?

Okay, yeah, catch up with you later...

or now.

Belinda?

Just hear me out 'cause this first mascot design makes sense.

The Forest Hills Dog.

(growling)

(howling)

The dog, of course, is named after the founder of Forest Hills, a dog.

-So it's got our town history. -Dog is a terrible name for a mascot.

It would need to be a specific breed.

Something expensive, like a labradoodle.

Even then, it would still be terrible. Next.

(growling)

I call it Drone-o-saur.

(football players) Hut! Hut! Hut!

(football players scream)

Drones are a public nuisance that deserve to be shot down,

just like your ideas, Mr. Buckets.

However can I thank you for wasting my time?

(laughs)

Wait, what about this one?

The Forest Hills Laughy Cats?

How dare you suggest we turn my cat into a mascot.

He's an Internet celebrity and I need to protect his privacy,

especially since those unsavory litter box photos were leaked.

(yowls)

-Get out. -But please, Principal Mitchell!

The school needs a mascot!

Trust me, we don't.

This school never has had a mascot,

never will have a mascot,

and do not check the validity of my claims!

(ominous music playing)

Ah-ha! Busted! Care to tell me what's going on?

And no more lame excuses about really important schoolwork.

Okay.

This is the school's emergency preparedness center,

and I volunteer to keep the supply closet well-stocked and organized.

How dare you not tell me about this hobby of yours.

I didn't think it'd be the sort of thing you'd be interested in.

What are you talking about?

I have lots of great ideas about what the school would need in an emergency.

Like fully-charged smartphone batteries

and... and waterproof mascara... and gum.

Dawn...

there's nothing in here for you.

This is for emergencies only.

Okay, if there's a school mascot, it's gotta be in the yearbook.

I don't know, Kirby.

Principal Mitchell's a pretty honest guy.

What could he possibly want to hide from us?

I don't know, but whatever it is,

I'm gonna find out.

Whoa, that's weird.

(Kirby) All these photos are torn out.

That's not weird.

Defacing library books is vandalism.

Whoa, this old time dude looks like you, Eli.

(Eli) "Ellie Porter, Homecoming Queen."

That's not a dude, that's my great-great-great-grandmother.

See? I told you school spirit was in my blood.

Oh, guys, look at this!

(Kirby) "School Mascot."

There was a school mascot! See?

I told you not to check the validity of my claims.

(coughs)

Okay, Mitchell is definitely hiding something.

We better follow him. Let's go.

He's going out the back. Come on!

(shoveling)

Mascot spiritus...

nunc autem requiem in aeternumm.

(thunder roaring)

I don't know what's up with Mitchell and that yearbook,

but I'm gonna find out.

(suspenseful music playing)

(panting)

(thud)

Guys...

there's something a lot bigger buried here.

(ominous music playing)

It's a mascot costume!

(Kirby) What was it supposed to be?

It's a...

I have no idea.

Look, it does not matter what it is.

If it's a mascot costume, this thing's getting worn!

(coughs)

Oh, the air in this thing is nasty.

(coughs)

(deep voice) You must help me.

Ha, ha. Very funny, Fish.

-Cut it out. -Fish, are you in there?

There is no Fish.

I am the Forest Hills High School mascot.

Well, I'm convinced.

Help me raise school spirit.

I need to feel that energy.

You just possessed our friend. Why should we help you?

Because school spirit gives me power,

and I need more strength to leave this body.

Without it, you will never see your friend again.

Well, in that case, it looks like we have some school spirit to raise.

Come on, Eli.

Hey, wait for me!

Belinda?

No Belinda.

Hm, what's so special about this room, anyway?

Ooh! Protein bars!

Don't wanna get hungry, so this is like emergency prevention.

(moaning)

See, this is why Belinda needs me.

Now, it's an emergency hangout for stressful days.

(sighs)

Ooh...

(dance music playing)

Whoo-hoo! Whoo! Homecoming!

Come on.

Hey, guys, let's get fired up!

Who thinks we can beat Scrub Valley?

-(sighs) -So much has changed.

In my days, the ladies wore petticoats,

we had a bucket instead of a drinking fountain,

and there were bears everywhere.

(Renaissance music playing)

(growls)

(screams)

When I say, "Forest," you say, "Hills!" Forest!

Hills!

Sorry.

I was late with that one.

What's the difference?

This is never gonna work.

Our school is the worst.

We've been last in everything since as long as I can remember.

Well, somebody has to be in last place.

And I happen to think we do a pretty darn good job of it.

Wait, Eli, that's it! You're a genius!

Thanks. I've always suspected that.

Come on.

(dance music playing)

Dawn?

I told you to stay out. This room is for emergencies only.

I turned it into an emergency hangout

to fight boredom, the biggest emergency of all.

Dawn, I don't know how else to say this...

but sometimes I need a little space.

Space from me? Why?

Look...

I love when he hang out, and we're best friends,

but sometimes, I just want to go somewhere

where I don't have to be anyone's wing woman.

Well, this closet has tons of potential and I want in.

Okay, fine.

Then I'll go out.

Did you just lock us in here?

I'm sure you have tools to get us out.

Ironically, this is the one emergency I hadn't planned for.

-(speaking foreign language) -(door opens)

Principal Mitchell!

There's some kids out there trying to raise school spirit!

Excellent snitching, Eli.

You are the one student I can always trust.

(suspenseful music playing)

-(microphone feedback) -Hey, everyone, this is Kirby Buckets,

and whether you know it or not, it's homecoming.

We at Forest Hills High can be sure of one thing,

no school has less school spirit than we do.

(Kirby) And you know what? Principal Mitchell wants it that way.

He wants us at rock bottom.

What is that demon spawn doing?

But isn't it true, that all good stuff is at the bottom?

(Kirby) I mean, just think about it.

-(doorknob rattles) -We're the prize at bottom of the cereal,

the fruit at the bottom of the yogurt,

the coins at the bottom of the fountain.

And I say it's time we embrace how bad we are.

Let Principal Mitchell say we're rock bottom

'cause I say we rock the bottom!

Yeah! Kirby's right! We are the bottom!

Everyone, wherever you are,

stand up and let Principal Mitchell hear it!

-(students cheering) -Stop it. Don't.

No! Don't stand up. We're at the bottom. We should lie down and let him hear it.

-(students) Yeah! -Get off the floor. Do you hear me?

(chanting) We're the worst! We're the worst!

(students chanting) We're the worst! We're the worst!

Stop at once. I'm ordering you.

(deep voice) That sound...

That's school spirit.

I feel it.

I'm getting stronger!

(coughs)

(growling)

(maniacal laughter)

This is a bad sign, right?

-(maniacal laughter) -(students) We're the worst!

You fool.

You have no idea what you've done.

Now that I'm back, tonight, homecoming night,

I will reclaim my rightful place as school mascot!

Yeah, I'm kind of rethinking the whole school spirit thing.

Thank you for releasing me and giving me power!

(mascot) Tonight will be my homecoming!

♪ We will fight and fight and fight! ♪

(maniacal laughter)

I kind of think that mascot is evil.

Yeah. We did what he wanted.

Why is he so angry?

(coughs) (Fish) Guys...

-Fish! -You're back!

(panting)

Guys, listen to me, okay?

I know everything that mascot spirit was thinking.

He's angry because he can't remember what he is.

How does a mascot not remember?

Look at him!

He's missing pieces and he's been buried for so long that he forgot!

Other than running around, dancing, and acting wacky,

a mascot's identity is all they have!

When you put it that way...

it's kinda sad.

Guys, it doesn't matter.

We brought him back to life and now we have to stop him...

and I might just know a guy who can help us.

I can't believe we're locked in here.

Hm. See? This is a clear sign that you need me.

No, it's a clear sign

that you don't belong here in my space!

(breathes heavily)

Now just let me figure out a way to unlock the door

and get us out of here.

Belinda, don't you see?

This is exactly what our friendship needs.

I think we should put this time to good use

and help me get closer to Colton.

And maybe Jeremy too. I was thinking maybe you could--

(screams)

I can't take it anymore!

I'm gonna bust my way out of here!

(grunts)

(panting)

(shrieking)

(screams)

(gasps)

-(Dawn) You knocked out the light? -(duct tape unraveling)

Must! Make! This! Stronger!

(Dawn) Belinda! My hair!

(knocking)

(Principal Mitchell) You may enter.

That will be all, Laughy.

-(purrs) -Thank you for readying me for battle.

-(meows) -(laughs)

Are you happy, Mr. Buckets?

You had to have a school mascot, didn't you?

Principal Mitchell, what's happening?

(door closes)

Fig cookies? Oolong tea?

Moist towelette?

-Ooh. -(boys) Towelettes.

Gentlemen...

you have unleashed the spirit

of Forest Hill High's first mascot.

(Principal Mitchell) It was homecoming night,

just over 100 years ago.

Much like today, our sports teams were terrible.

-(crowd booing) -But they had an irrepressible,

overly enthusiastic mascot.

But no matter how hard the mascot cheered,

the teams just couldn't win.

students and athletes blamed the mascot for their losing ways.

They decided that in order to break the curse,

they had to get rid of the mascot.

And so they chased the mascot...

until it was no more.

So that's why you don't want a new mascot.

Every few years, some dumb kid,

no offense, takes it upon himself to create a new mascot...

and manages to unleash a restless spirit of mascot past

and the principal must then assume the role...

of mascot slayer.

That is why the principal's residence is built over a mascot graveyard.

You mean there's more out there?

Let's just say more than two and less than 20.

You see...

I come from a long line...

of mascot slayers.

(sword swooshing)

Are you really gonna use all that?

This isn't my first mascot rodeo.

(suspenseful music playing)

(thunder roars)

-(growling) -(students screaming)

(maniacal laugh)

♪ Fight and we're fight And fight some more ♪

♪ Beat and crush their will ♪

Immortui mascot spiritus!

That's right. Remember me?

(growls)

Oh, no...

I forgot to cover the blade with the banishment serum.

A mixture of fan spit and the sweat of athletes.

I'll be back.

♪ Fight and we'll fight And fight some more ♪

Hey, I know that song.

My grandma used to sing it all the time!

It's the old Forest Hills High fight song!

♪ We will fight and fight And really fight ♪

♪ We will fight until the end ♪

♪ For our dear Forest Hills High ♪

Ellie? Is that you?

Yes! It's me, Eli's great-great-great-grandmother.

Sweet Ellie, you were the only one

who ever sang the fight song with me.

Look at me. I've been torn to shreds.

I don't even recognize myself.

Tell me, Ellie, what am I?

(both screaming)

Agh! Another one?

(Belinda and Dawn) Get me out of here!

(glass shatters)

Let's end this.

(wind swooshing)

(thunder roars)

(both screeching)

No!

(clicks)

(both screeching)

-(both scream) -(duct tape ripping)

(shrieking)

Maybe some space is a good thing!

Then you can have the emergency closet!

It's all yours!

(both scream)

Please tell me what I am.

I'm begging you!

I'm begging!

Begging...

Hey, Mascot, was this what you were?

A dog.

Yes! That's it!

I'm back! After all this time,

Forest Hills High finally has its mascot once again!

Forest Hills! Go Dog...

(groans)

Not again!

(laughs) Who would've guessed?

I thought I needed the crossbow-Samurai-sword.

Apparently, a Samurai sword stuck in a CPR dummy

works just as well.

I'll tell you one thing,

I don't want to put on a mascot head ever again.

You know what?

I'm okay with going to a school where there isn't much school spirit.

Some things are best kept quietly to yourself.

Amen.

Well, I still think Forest Hills Dog is a great idea for a mascot.

It just needs an updated design.

That's an idea that deserves to be buried.

Never thought these emergency supplies would come in handy.

(howls)

(chuckles)

-(grunts) -(glass shatters)

(crew laughs)

-(moans) -(grunts)

(laughs)

-Now go. -Thanks, pal.

(man) Wait. You got one more line.

Sit down and deliver a line.

Deliver it. I'm waiting.

(blows raspberry)

Portrait down.

(mumbling)

I'm getting too old for this garbage.

(boy) "X"!