Original subtitles

[pop song playing]

d Early morning, got a feeling

Something good is on the way d

d Keep my hopes up

To the ceiling d

d It's a chasy kind of day d

d And when I'm in a rush d

d Got to keep both feet

On the ground d

d I'm finally waking up d

d Nothing can bring me down d

d So, come on, come on

You're a girl in the world d

d Let down your hair

and give it a twirl d

d Just keep having fun d

d Whoa-oh, oh, oh d

d Come on, come on

Let's shoot for the stars d

d We do what what we do

Wherever we are d

d The best is still to come d

d Whoa-oh, oh, oh d

d Just like you, I'm a girl d

d In the world! d

d When we catch that

second-guessing d

d It doesn't matter

what they say d

d 'Cause like an eagle

I'm feeling destined d

d Spread my wings and fly away d

d And when I'm in a rush

Got to keep... d

[alarm blaring]

[Mrs. Darling]

Jessica, breakfast!

Coming, Mom!

[Mrs. Darling]

Come on, it's time to go.

Do we have to?

Jessica, you're two days away

from junior high.

Mom, look.

I get that when you used to

take Bethany shopping,

it was all

dressing room montages,

manicures and girl talk.

It was.

But now Bethany's in college.

I just want to have

that special time

with my baby girl.

Okay.

-Let's do it.

-Yay! Come on.

We are gonna have

so much fun.

Hey, how was

the big shopping spree?

I got a shirt.

A plain gray t-shirt.

That she found crumpled up

in the corner

of the Deals for Real

dressing room.

Well, technically,

I did buy something new

from a trendy store.

You should be happy!

Mom texted me.

I got here

as soon as I could.

Why? Is something wrong?

Don't you have school?

This is much more important

than college.

Mom told me about the mall.

Yes, it's a large building

with lots of different shops.

Jess, you need help.

Do you really want to

start seventh grade

looking like a dork?

Mom said I was a dork?

This...

is for you.

Bam!

An expired coupon

for Thai food?

Gee, thanks.

The other side.

"Bethany Darling's It List."

A guaranteed guide

to popularity, prettiness

and perfection.

Seriously?

Deadly-ously.

-Not a word.

-Shut up. Read.

[Jessica reading]

[Bethany]

Give me that.

It's number two.

"Make the cheer team"

with four exclamation points.

[Bethany reading]

And number four,

"Stick with the It clique."

Got it?

Depends.

What am I

supposed to do with it?

Live it.

If you do, you'll have

the best year ever.

And if I don't?

Total misery.

-Hi, Jess.

-Hey, Bridge.

-What's this?

-My Decision Board.

I'm pretty sure

I've almost, like, 100%-ish

narrowed it down

to these four hairstyles,

these three tops,

these five pairs of jeans,

and these seven pairs of shoes.

That's like 1,500

different combinations.

You're being insane.

Don't math me! Help me!

Fine.

Hair half-up, half-down.

Striped top. Skinny capris.

Slip-ons.

There. Done.

Cute but safe.

Thank you.

So, you're okay now?

I guess.

Actually, no! I'm so not okay!

I can't believe

we're the only ones going to

Westside from our old school.

We're like... refugees.

We have each other.

At least there's that.

That's not enough.

You need to

change your name asap.

Why?

Because you're in

all the gifted classes

and I'm not,

and the only way

we'll have any classes together

is if we're

in homeroom together,

and that's by last name.

And you're "D"

and I'm an "M."

So, it'd be great

if you changed it.

To, like...

"Jessica Marling."

Doesn't that

have a nice ring to it?

Hey, Bridget B. Milhokovich,

why don't you

change your name?

Because my mom got me this.

Isn't it cute?

You should get one too!

Shut mouth!

Braces too bright!

So, what are you wearing,

anyway?

"Wear something different

everyday."

What you mean,

"Wear something different?"

[cellphone chiming]

Cool.

And definitely... different.

Are you sure

you can't wear your hair down?

Just for the first day?

Fine.

Nope. Can't do it.

[door opening]

d I'm feeling alive d

d I will never let this go d

Whoa!

d I'm feeling alive d

d Ooh d

Whoa!

Bridget, you look

like a supermodel.

Thanks.

What do you think?

You look... amazing.

When did you get

your braces off?

Yesterday afternoon!

I wanted to surprise you.

None of this

was on the Decision Board.

My mom took me

to Deals for Real.

You should totally go there.

-Photo op.

-Dad, we have to go.

Hold on. Hold on.

Say "Brie!"

Gorgonzola!

Chin up.

[Mr. Darling]

Okay, I think we got

all we need.

Sweetheart,

you're going to be fine.

Just be yourself.

Thanks, Dad.

I hate my outfit.

What? No way.

I love your t-shirt!

I wish I was cool enough

to pull that off.

Thanks, B.

Ready?

-Nope.

-Me neither.

[indistinct chattering]

[Boy]

BMB.

What if our lockers

aren't near each other?

[Boy]

BMB.

[Bridget]

If they're not, maybe

we can trade with people?

[taunting continues]

l got the cutest stuff

to decorate my locker with.

Look--

Bridget.

Aren't you gonna do anything?

About what?

[boys taunting]

Are they talking to me?

Well, "talking"

is a relative term.

But... they're eighth graders.

Yeah. I know.

I can tell by the giant cloud

of body spray

hovering over them like smog.

[taunting continues]

Hey, if you get here first,

save me a seat

for the way home, okay?

What, like I'm going to

sit next to Joe Football

over there?

[Boy]

Hey!

[Burke clearing throat]

I'm Burke Roy.

I'll save you a seat

on the ride home.

Allow me to be your

one-man welcoming committee

to Westside.

Okay.

And that would be my foot.

[Burke]

Sorry.

[school bell ringing]

[Boy 1]

What's your name?

[Boy 2]

My name is...

[all taking indistinctly]

Name?

Jessica Darling.

Well, don't just stand there.

Take a seat.

I don't really know anyone.

Doesn't matter.

Seats are assigned by name.

You're right over there.

Thanks.

[Jessica]

Sorry.

No worries.

I have one in every color.

I'm Sara. D'Abruzzi.

-I'm Jessica Da--

-And before you ask,

yes, that D'Abruzzi.

She didn't ask.

I'm sure

she recognized the name.

Doesn't look like it.

Hope, could you please

just let me get to know

Justine here?

It's Jessica.

I'm Hope.

Sara's just trying

to hint to you

that her dad owns

all the ice-cream shops

on the boardwalk.

Wally D's?

Cool!

I guess. No biggie.

So, did you just move here

from, like,

the Midwest or something?

No, I went to Green Valley.

Me and my friend--

Cool!

This homeroom bites.

The cutest seventh grade boys

all have names from F to M

and are in Homeroom B.

No offense.

Scotty Glazer's in B.

Just so you know,

I already called dibs on him.

Gotcha. No Scotty.

Who's Scotty?

And when did dibs happen?

Before school?

Over the summer?

Should I have gotten,

like, a text about this?

Don't worry about it.

Too late!

Can you text me

about homework?

Yeah. Totally.

Great. Well, nice to meet you.

Hope and I

are off to Honors English.

You're in honors?

Doi. I'm super smart.

Ice-cream buys

a lot of favors.

[school bell rings]

Hey!

Sorry, I only saved two.

Plus, I don't know you.

Stranger-danger and all.

You know what?

I'll just sit over here.

Hey.

Hello, everyone,

and welcome to--

[cellphone chiming]

My wedding band

just canceled.

[cellphone vibrating]

I will be right back.

[Sarah reading]

[Manda reading]

Eye-roll emoji.

Did you guys

just text each other

even though you're sitting

right next to each other

and said it out loud?

I just sent these

emojis to Scotty.

The hand-up girl

and cheeseburger?

Could you be more desperate?

He'll know what it means.

I am not hiring

a stupid DJ!

Everybody just write a haiku

about... whatever.

[door closes]

We have time.

Let's do this.

Do what?

Set the game plan

for lunch, obvs.

Okay. Here's the quad.

The round tables over there

are our best bet.

That way we can watch the hots

without a trying-too-hard vibe.

The hots?

The popular crowd.

Were you home-schooled

or something?

No, I just never

thought of this stuff

until... recently.

Well this is junior high.

You better start caring.

Do you care?

A little.

We just need to make sure

we're not near the trash cans,

so we won't

get mistaken for--

Let me guess. The nots?

What are you? I mean, me?

What are we?

We're all "normals"

for the first few days,

until we prove

we're not "nots."

And future hots.

This is the one.

It's so beautiful.

This is probably

the most important moment

of our entire lives.

Jessica, are you helping us

with this or not?

Of course. I'm just

looking for my friend--

[school bell ringing]

Our lunch period is starting.

Now! Come on! Let's go!

There! Right there!

That's our spot!

Quick! Before they steal it!

Move!

[all panting]

We did it!

Great work, everyone.

You're fast.

I guess you're in.

Wait, you mean

I wasn't already?

Better not ask

too many questions.

[Manda]

What's the matter?

I know one of those girls.

Her name is Dori.

We were best friends

from first to fourth grade.

Then she moved schools.

I feel bad now.

Maybe we can invite her

over here.

Bless your heart,

aren't you nice to offer?

-So...

-I think...

Not.

Okay. Well, at least

I have to save a seat

for my best friend Bridget.

She's was really nervous

about lunch.

I'm not sure we have room.

Oh, my, gosh. Who is that?

d I'm feeling alive d

d I will never let this go d

[mouthing]

Hi!

Jessica!

You know her?

Who is she?

That's Bridget.

My best friend.

Hi!

-It feels like I haven't

seen you in a year!

-I know.

I'm so sorry!

I just sat here

without even

introducing myself!

I'm Bridget.

I'm Manda.

This is Sara and Hope.

Hi.

You don't mind

if Jess and I sit here,

do you?

-Well--

-Are you kidding?

We just went up to the top

of the seventh grade hots.

And look!

We're all wearing

the same bracelet!

Bracelet buddies!

See?

We were meant to be friends!

Cool, we all have

Home Ec together now.

That's the same as

Industrial Arts right?

No. That's woodshop.

Jessica, you need to

get that switched.

Like, now.

But I didn't sign up

for this.

This has to be a mistake.

Right?

Or... not.

Sorry.

Bet no one gets killed

baking cookies in Home Ec.

[growling]

A monster. A giant.

How can any man

be so freakishly huge?

I eat a lot of kale,

that's how.

[students giggling]

Now, please allow me to

introduce myself properly.

My name is Mr. Pudel.

[students giggling]

The first person

who barks like a poodle, or

makes any other animal noise

will be cleaning up sawdust

for the rest of the semester.

with your tongue.

Excuse me, Mr. Pudel.

I don't think

I'm supposed to be here.

-Name?

-Jessica Darling.

Jessica Dear,

Jessica Sweetheart,

Jessica Darling.

Oops, you're on here.

Which means

you're officially in here.

-But I--

-What's up, Hagrid!

That is the best one yet.

You're on

sawdust duty, Aleck.

That's not my name. It's--

I don't care

what your real name is.

In here, you're Aleck.

As in Smart Aleck

minus the smart.

And "lick" as in,

you're licking up sawdust.

Take a seat next to Clem.

Who?

Clementine, the girl.

d Oh, my darlin'

Oh, my darlin' d

d Oh, my darlin' Clementine d

Keeps getting better

and better.

Can't believe I have to be

partners with a chick.

It's not fair.

Life's not fair.

I'm missing three fingers.

Is that fair? Is it?

I got you.

You've been Pudled.

Now, if none of you

loses an appendage

during the class,

I get a sweet gift card

from the hardware store.

So, please don't.

Don't worry about

being my partner,

I'm transferring out of here.

I'm sorry. I just checked.

There's no more room

in Family

and Consumer Sciences,

aka Home Ec,

aka Cookie Baking

and Giggling 101.

This class...

is the best thing

you will ever do.

Design. Science.

Engineering.

This is hands-on

excitement, Clem!

Can I get a--

-As you were saying, Clam?

-It's Clem.

Oh, no. I'm Clem.

Want a cookie?

Let me guess. Home Ec?

Yeah! It was so fun!

All we did

was bake and laugh.

But you'll be there

tomorrow, right?

Actually, I think

I'm stuck in woodshop.

But... now we won't

have any classes together.

I barely have any time

to talk to you.

Well, at least

we have the bus.

Right! The BFF Express.

Come on, Bridget.

Come sit with us.

No, thanks.

I'm sitting with my BFF.

Come on.

Just for a few minutes?

Do you mind?

I'll just be,

like, one second.

Go for it.

So, how was your first day?

Did you make any new friends?

I think so.

[Mrs. Darling]

Did Bridget?

Does the entire school

count?

-Here's your mail.

-Thanks.

Yeah.

But what are you doing home?

I came home

to hear about Jess's first...

What are you wearing?

Your old t-shirts.

What t-shirts?

You know, those old

vintage concert t-shirts...

at the top of the hall closet.

No! Those were Dad's

gross old shirts from college

that I used as rags

for cheer team car washes.

I thought

they looked familiar.

Man, I was skinny.

Jessica, come with me. Now.

How could you miss this?

Maybe I was blinded

by all the bling.

It's pictures of every outfit

I ever wore

from seventh grade

through high school.

No repeats.

So, when you said,

wear something different

every day,

you meant different

meaning "not the same."

Not different

meaning "unusual."

How are we even related?

It's your fault!

Why didn't you just tell me

what you meant?

It's supposed to be

a freakin' journey

of freakin' discovery.

Now I need you

to tell me the truth.

In the quad...

are you eating lunch...

by the trash cans?

-No.

-[sighs]

All is not lost.

Just rock number two.

"Make the cheer team?"

Yeah, that was

gonna be the one

I was gonna pass on.

I figure three out of four

is still pretty good.

Jess, if you don't do this,

you can forget the rest.

Come with me.

Bossy much?

It's only because I care.

Be... aggressive.

Be, be. Aggressive.

Louder. Get into it.

Be aggressive!

You know, all you really need

to know how to do

is a basic cartwheel.

You do, right?

Duh.

Who can't do a cartwheel?

[grunting]

-What is it?

-Nothing.

Jessica. I know that "ugh."

What is it?

I have nothing to wear.

I should've listened to you

at the mall.

I'll be right back.

You're calling me in sick?

I love you.

What's this?

Well, I may have

gone back to the mall

to pick up a few things.

How did you know?

I went to junior high school

too, you know.

Thanks.

[Bridget]

Jessica!

I love...

L-O-V-E, love, love,

love your outfit!

So much better.

Wait, I thought you liked

how I could pull off vintage.

You totally can!

But this is more...

Me?

More...

junior high.

So, listen. Don't get mad,

but today I'm gonna be

riding home from school

on the late bus.

Okay. Why?

It's cheer team tryouts!

I know. I'm trying out too.

But I thought

you hated all that stuff.

I thought I did,

but maybe I don't.

This is so great!

Wouldn't it be amazing

if we both made it?

We'd have

the best year ever!

That's the plan.

I didn't see your name

on the cheer sign-ups.

Aren't you trying out?

I have a gazillion reasons

why I'm not trying out.

One, I have coding class.

Two, I can't do a cartwheel.

Three, just no.

I'm sure anyone

can do a cartwheel

if they try.

Can't they?

Jessica. Jessica.

Guess who is

on the tryout list!

The only names that matter.

Mine and Sara's.

No.

Dori Sipowitz!

Did you know she went here?

Actually, I think

she's sitting--

[Manda]

Jessica.

There she is!

I'm gonna to go ask her

to sit with us.

Wait, did you know

she was there

the whole time?

I... I just wasn't sure

it was her.

Well, it is! Come on!

I feel like such a jerk.

That was weird.

She totally took off.

Guess she didn't

recognize us.

I know I don't.

The cut's way too jagged.

The consistency is not right.

Nice try though.

He's good.

Hey, I know.

Maybe you should actually

watch the safety video

so that doesn't

happen to you in real life.

Nah, if I want to see carnage,

I'll watch

the cheer team tryouts.

Good luck, by the way.

How do you know

I was trying out?

'Cause you hang

with the wannabes.

That's what we're called?

Depends who you ask.

[girls talking indistinctly]

Look who I found.

It's Dori.

The Gleesome Threesome

are back together.

Hi, Jess.

Hey, it really was you.

I wasn't sure.

I didn't know

you were into cheerleading.

Yeah.

I've been doing gymnastics

ever since we moved.

Remember when

we were too scared

to do a cartwheel?

[laughing nervously]

Yep. We were pretty lame.

Where are Manda and Sara?

Hello, ladies!

I'm Miss Garcia.

[girls whooping]

Woo!

Excuse me, Miss Garcia.

Sorry. Reserved.

Cheer team tryouts.

Well, ladies,

we're on the move.

It looks like

we're off-roading. Again.

Hopefully we won't

see any snakes.

Hut-hut!

Ladies, the word awesome

means to inspire awe.

And that's what we do here

on the Westside cheer team.

We make the impossible...

possible!

[girls cheering]

Stomping our feet

is impossible?

[shushing]

A-W-E...

S-O-M-E!

Awesome!

Awesome!

Awesome are we!

[girls whooping]

Try to do it with us.

I am.

[Miss Garcia]

We inspire the uninspired.

We motivate the unmotivated.

We make believers

out of unbelievers.

Disbelievers. Whatever...

I have to go.

[Bridget]

I understand.

[Miss Garcia]

Okay, girls, let's line up.

Shortest to tallest.

[Sara and Manda laughing]

Five minutes late,

50 push-ups. Now.

What are your names?

-Manda Powers.

-Sara D'Abruzzi.

Well, Manda Powers,

Sara D'Abruzzi,

you may go.

You're kidding, right?

But we're barely even late.

And the only reason

we were barely even late

is because of all this

awesome cheer flair.

Yeah! You don't see

anyone else rocking

so much school spirit.

No, because

they followed directions

and wore what it said to wear

in the sign-up packet.

Who's ready

to be a cheer champ?

[girls whooping]

Not you.

[huffing]

This is all your fault.

You!

You're Bethany Darling's

little sister.

I'd recognize

that special cheer-itude

anywhere!

You're a mini Bethany,

and future cheer team captain

if I ever saw one!

Wow. Thanks.

But I'm not Bethany's sister.

That's Bethany's sister.

Jessica.

Of course.

You're Jessica Darling.

I see the resemblance.

So... Jessica Darling...

show us what you got.

Actually, I was just leaving--

That's hilarious!

Come on. Now, show us

that Westside spirit.

Show us what you've got.

Show us what you've got.

Show us what you've got.

Show us what you've got...

Okay. I can do this.

It's just physics.

Motion, mass and momentum!

I've got this.

Be... aggressive!

Be, be, aggressive!

[shrieking]

[girls laughing]

Maybe you should go...

and see Nurse Fleet.

Yes. I should definitely go.

Anywhere else.

That would be best.

I'll go with her.

No. You need to cheer

for both of us now.

Go be awe... some.

Thanks, Jess.

You did it!

Humiliated myself

in front of every girl

in school?

Yes, I know.

What're you talking about?

You made the team!

Sherri Garcia just called me.

I'm 100% certain

that's a mistake,

or I'm sucked into

an alternate dimension.

Okay, then why did she tell me

to tell you

to meet her at the gym

before school tomorrow

for a fitting?

Really?

Jess! I am so proud of you!

Another Darling cheerleader!

[both whooping]

Woo.

I'm sure

it was better earlier.

Come on.

Let's go have a cheer chat.

That's a thing?

It is now.

So, listen.

Sherri said to tell you

not to tell anyone

about meeting with her

before school tomorrow.

Why not?

They're not posting

the official list

till after homeroom.

So, now that we have

It List item number two

out of the way,

what about number three?

Pick your first boyfriend

wisely, remember?

I have to do that now?

Wait too long,

and all the good ones

will be gone.

And you'll be stuck

with some dork

from the gifted class.

I'm in the gifted class.

So, who do you like?

There's got to be someone.

There isn't anyone, okay?

It's not like

I'm one of those groupies

who are always salivating

over Burke Roy.

Sure you're not.

Seriously. I'm not!

Gotcha.

I'm here to tell you

that what I'm about

to offer you

is such an honor,

such an important

responsibility,

that I wouldn't give this

to anyone if I didn't think

they had what it takes.

Sorry.

I missed the end of tryouts.

Did everyone collapse

with an intestinal virus

or something?

Because I'm pretty sure

literally everyone there

was better than me.

Including the janitor.

[Miss Garcia]

Jessica.

You are invited

to be the official

Westside School...

mascot! Mighty the Eagle!

Okay, now I know

this is a prank.

Not cool, you guys!

This is no prank.

I've been waiting

to bring back Mighty

for years.

But until your tryout,

I hadn't seen anyone

who was willing to put

my personal cheer philosophy

into action.

Which is...

Cheer without fear.

Right.

Thanks.

One more thing, which is

the most important part.

The identity

of Mighty the Eagle

must remain a mystery.

You can't tell anyone

it's you.

-But I--

-No one.

At all. Ever.

Not even your family.

Not even your dog.

I don't have a dog.

Then when you get a dog,

don't tell it.

Okay.

Mighty's anonymity

is a 50-year-old

Westside tradition.

It's a tradition of pride.

Of honor. Of glory.

Jessica Darling...

can you keep

the Mighty secret?

Of course I can.

Does that mean you're in?

-I'm in.

-Congratulations!

This conversation

never happened.

Got it.

Is she okay?

She's cracking her knuckles.

Never a good sign.

Don't feel bad, Sara,

at least you didn't fall

flat on your face

like I did, right?

Come on, you don't want to

make fun of me a little?

I was a disaster!

You're lucky no one took video

or you'd be so viral right now.

At least she got to try out.

[girls shrieking]

This is all your fault

for making me put on

all that cheer flair.

No, It's your fault for

taking too long painting that

stupid chicken on your face.

Hey, isn't the mascot

an Eagle?

Yep.

-I made it!

-I made it, too!

We made it!

I'm so sorry you didn't

make the squad, Jess.

Actually, I--

I kind of feel like

I did make it.

Through you.

You stole our spots.

What?

You didn't even try out.

Well, it's a good thing

we didn't, because

those spots were so ours.

Yeah, except they're not.

Hey, if I did

a cartwheel right now,

would that break the tension?

No. Just your nose.

Good point.

Are Manda, Sara and Bridget

all going to eat here?

'Cause it feels like

that part in a movie when

a food fight would happen.

I'll save my orange.

It's a good projectile.

Yeah.

"The Westside Neighborhood

School Spirit Squad."

It's a new club

we're starting.

"An all-new, elite,

invitation-only

organization of..."

[Hope laughing]

I can't.

"Athletic supporters?"

Isn't that that thing that

guys put around their...

I told you

people would think that.

You said you'd change it!

Maybe I was too busy

trying to find the right font

after you rejected

the first 10.

Fonts are everything.

You think people are going to

take us seriously

if we use Comic Sans? Hello!

Fine. I'll reprint it.

Good. And then we can end

the cheer-opoly on

school spirit once and for all!

Nothing says school spirit

like declaring war

on your fellow classmates.

And by the way, what's with

putting the word "cheer"

in front of everything?

Cheer-itude, cheer-opoly,

it's cheer-tastic!

It's cheer-diculous.

Cheer-iously!

Okay, I have to ask.

How are you, Manda

and Sara friends?

We just are.

Manda lives on my cul-de-sac.

Sara's family used to

until their parents made

all that boardwalk money

and moved to a better house.

-With indoor plumbing.

-And toilet paper.

Be right back.

Gonna go get a cheer-nana.

-Too far.

-Thought so.

Bridge, you are not

gonna believe what

Manda and Sara are doing--

Jess, do you care

if I sit with Dori

during lunch?

I mean not every day.

Just some days.

Like today?

There's just so much

to talk about, you know?

With making the squad?

Yeah. It's fine.

Glad you guys

are friends again.

You can join us

if you want to.

If you want, you can... help

make signs for the pep rally.

I'll just stay here.

I mean, I can't cheer chat

if I'm not

on the cheer team right?

It's okay.

Go for it.

Wow. Looks like

Bridget's sitting

at the not table?

Lame.

I don't think

it's the not table anymore.

Heard about your face-wheel

at tryouts.

But on the bright side,

now you don't have to

be a cheerleader.

Here we go, ditzes!

Here we go!

I shouldn't laugh.

Bridget's actually

pretty smart.

Hey, just wait.

A couple of falls

from the top of the pyramid...

[whistles]

...down goes

the old IQ.

You must've fallen a lot

as a kid.

Heard about your face-wheel

at tryouts.

[laughs mockingly]

Okay, gang, today...

we're gonna learn

to use the circular saw.

It's important to know

how to use one

for the zombie apocalypse.

I was gonna take you

to the lumber yard

to practice, on Thursday,

but instead

we'll be attending a pep rally

eating into

our valuable classroom time.

Is anyone in here

on the football team

or the cheer squad?

[sighs]

Thank goodness.

Life lesson, kids.

Don't peak in junior high.

When did you peak?

I have an RV,

a houseboat, a Harley

and stock in

an up-and-coming tech startup.

I'm peaking right about now.

We have a lot of work to do,

little lady.

Work?

[upbeat music playing]

d Hey, hey, hey d

d Hey, hey, hey d

d All my ladies in the place

who got style, who got grace d

d Make the boys wanna say d

d Working every day d

d We're gonna take it

all the way d

d Make the people wanna say d

d Anything make it new d

d I know we can do it too d

d Get some love for my crew d

d Hey, hey, hey d

d This is to all my girls d

d All my girls

around the world d

d Working hard

and making moves d

d Hey, hey, hey d

d Anything make it new d

d I know we can do it too d

d Get some love for my crew d

d Hey, hey, hey d

d This is to all my girls d

d All my girls

around the world d

d Working hard

and making moves d

d Hey, hey, hey d

I'm ready.

Right before sixth period,

you'll have the locker room

all to yourself.

Your costume will be waiting.

Go get 'em, Mighty.

-Whoo!

-Shush!

Jessica.

Wow! You look great

The skirt's not too short?

I feel like it's too short.

It's fine!

[boys exclaiming]

[boy whistling]

Okay, maybe

it's a little short.

You know, Jessica here

won the robotics competition

over the summer,

why aren't you whistling

about that?

I don't think that's helping,

but I appreciate the effort.

They're terrible.

No pizazz.

Well, let them enjoy it now,

'cause when the Spirit Squad

shows up to the game,

no one

will be watching them.

Almost time

for the pep rally!

[Sara laughing pretentiously]

"Almost time

for the pep rally!"

Right?

What's that supposed to mean?

That it's almost time

for the pep rally.

I... I got to go.

Do you want us

to save you a seat inside?

Better not.

This feels like...

a stomach issue.

Must've been

some improperly refrigerated

lunch meat.

Gotta go.

And that is why

we have a private chef

to make my lunches everyday.

You throw them away

and get pizza.

Shut up.

Whoa.

That's an eagle, all right.

It's okay.

Be the Eagle.

Be the Eagle.

[indistinct chattering]

[breathing heavily]

I can do this.

[marching band music playing]

[music stops]

[music resumes]

You got this, Jessica.

You got this.

[music stops]

Okay.

[drum roll]

[music resumes]

[audience cheering]

Bridget.

Ready? Okay.

[upbeat music playing]

No way.

That's the same routine

Bethany taught me

when I was six.

I know this.

[Jessica counting indistinctly]

-Who are you?

-Yeah. Who are you?

Who are you?

[Boy 1]

Who are you?

[Boy 2]

Who are you?

[Sara]

Who are you?

We're the cheerleaders!

All right!

[audience chanting]

Mighty! Mighty! Mighty!

Mighty! Mighty! Mighty!

[hyperventilating]

Can't breathe.

Can't breathe.

Can't breathe.

Have to get this thing off.

[chanting continues]

Bridget.

Go away, you stupid chicken!

It's not funny!

Miss Garcia! Help!

Miss Garcia.

[Jessica]

Please.

I'm gonna faint.

You're okay.

You're okay.

-What happened?

-You fainted.

Whoa.

And you killed!

I knew you were

the right person for the job!

Such inspired

comic improvisation!

And why didn't you tell me

you knew the Westside

fight song choreography?

I didn't know I knew it.

I guess it was all those years

of being forced

to watch Bethany.

Well, you were amazing.

[school bell rings]

Quick, change into

your regular clothes.

Remember, no one can know

who Mighty is.

See what I did there?

That's more an owl more--

Never mind.

-I could use

a few minutes to--

-Hurry!

Time for Mighty to hide-y!

Hey.

Jessica, right?

Yeah.

Bridget's best friend.

I think.

You have a feather

in your hair.

Where have you been?

Nurse's office? Remember?

Food poisoning?

-Why?

-You missed the craziness!

What craziness?

The pep rally.

It was the greatest thing

I have ever seen.

That mascot was so tight.

Yeah, he took

all the attention

away from them.

Them?

Our entire routine was ruined

by that stupid chicken.

Eagle.

We worked so hard,

and all anyone can talk about

is some guy in a lame costume.

Boo-hoo.

We were so tight

and no one even noticed.

First of all,

no one says "tight" anymore.

You literally just said it.

Second, you're just jealous.

I personally thought

the chicken was great.

Eagle.

And then he showed

a lot of school... spirit!

And isn't that

what we all want, Bridget?

Which is why it's so important

that we rock the Spirit Squad

for the game.

You're cheering

in front of the crowd?

Even better.

We're in the crowd.

So you're like superfans?

That's great!

We totally appreciate

your support.

Very cool of you guys.

-Hey, Burke.

-Hey, Bridge.

-You looked awesome out there.

-Thanks.

-See you at the game.

-Okay.

Let's go, Dori.

[cellphone chimes]

OMG. Heard mascot

totally botched

your pep rally.

So lame. Xoxo.

Mad props to whoever it was.

That Eagle was so cool.

I think the Eagle

is Burke Roy.

Duh, it's not, he was sitting

with the football team.

I don't know who the Eagle is.

And even if I did,

nobody would believe me.

If I ever find out

who that Eagle is...

Mighty Eagle.

Hey.

Have you been keeping

something from me?

No, of course not.

It kind of seems

like you have.

Even if I was,

which I'm not,

I wouldn't be able

to keep anything from you.

-But I'm not.

-Really?

Really.

Elbow swear.

You still remember that?

We haven't done that in years.

Okay. Good.

I hate secrets.

Almost as much as I hate

that stupid pigeon.

Eagle.

Whatever.

I got to go.

We have a practice

before the game.

Thanks for

making me feel better

about all this, Jess.

You're welcome.

Hi. Miss Garcia?

It's Jessica.

I heard they hired

a professional mascot

from Ohio.

Man, this Eagle

is like the most popular kid

in school.

Until we show our stuff

tomorrow night.

Those cheerleaders

won't know what hit them.

Quick announcement.

Fall Ball tickets

go on sale on the quad today.

So, buy them!

-A dance.

-A dance!

Oh, my gosh, a dance!

A school dance already?

Wow, they don't waste any time

throwing us into

awkward social situations.

Right?

Dibs on Scotty!

Excuse me?

I called him on day one.

Dibs don't count

if he does the asking.

I wonder what flavor

ice cream he'd like

100 gallons of.

Where's Bridget?

I thought she was

eating with us today.

Over there.

Whoa. That's a major move.

Shut up.

That'll be us on Monday.

It's okay to come up

and talk to us

after we move, too.

How kind of you.

Just don't linger.

Hey, so, are you going

to the game tomorrow?

I have plans.

With my aunt.

She's getting so old,

and every dinner

could be her last.

I mean, don't you want to see

what Spirit Squad does?

Strictly for

snark possibilities?

Totally, but...

I mean, her last words

can't be, "Where's Jessica?"

-Guilt much?

-We're part Italian.

So...

What time

should I pick you up

for the Fall Ball?

Never-thirty.

I'll be there

at never-fifteen.

I like to be punctual.

[whimpers]

Thanks.

Well, better smashed

than slashed, I always say.

Here's some ice.

Shake it off.

I'm sure she'll be fine.

Mighty fine.

Good luck tomorrow.

See you at the game, Bridge!

Bye.

[Burke clicks tongue]

Okay, what was that?

What?

Burke just did this to you.

[clicks tongue]

No.

He did that to you.

I don't even know him.

Why would he

do that to you then?

I just told you, he didn't!

Okay.

Bridge.

Just... See you tomorrow.

Yeah.

Bye.

[girls cheering]

[marching band music playing]

[Sara]

Man, junior high crowds stink.

It's because

the game is too early.

We're just

laying the groundwork

for high school glory.

Spirit Squad!

Jess is going to be so bummed

to miss this drama.

Hey, it's her life.

If you're not at the game,

like it or not,

you'll never be hot.

I'm so hot.

You're just having

anxiety attacks

from being a quitter.

I can't do the lying thing,

okay?

I'm sorry.

This is it for me.

It's a shame.

You're, like, a mascot savant.

You're cheer-credible.

And if you happen

to change your mind,

I'm sure--

[Announcer over speaker]

Let's hear it

for your Westside

Neighborhood School

Mighty Eagles Football Team!

That's your cue.

[people cheering]

Get out there.

[audience cheering]

Go, Mighty!

No. It's their turn.

Here we go!

Go!

Eagles!

Go Eagles!

Go! Eagles!

Go Eagles!

Go! Eagles!

[scattered booing]

Go! Eagles!

Go Eagles!

Come on, girls.

Let's do this.

Ready? Okay.

[bee buzzing]

No.

[Jessica]

Bee!

Go away!

[Audience]

Mighty! Mighty! Mighty!

I'm not joking!

Bee in the suit!

Oh, my gosh! Bee! Bee!

It's in the suit!

Bee!

[Jessica groaning]

Hey, are you all right?

No! We didn't even

get to finish the routine!

I meant J-- Mighty.

Serves him right,

making it all about himself.

Come on.

We got to help her.

Her? Who is she?

No!

No! We can't reveal

Mighty's secret identity!

Bee. Bee.

Aggressive.

Be, be aggressive.

That's right.

Come on, let's get

our Mystery Mascot some air.

[Miss Garcia]

No.

[audience gasping]

Jessica?

-Bridget, I--

-It was you?

The whole time?

Bridget, I wanted

to tell you, but--

How could you

do this to me?

You knew what a big deal

it was...

And you didn't even care

if you made me,

made all of us, look stupid?

And you elbow swore

that you weren't

keeping a secret from me,

and you were.

-You lied to me!

-I'm sorry.

I'm your best friend!

Was your best friend.

But I wasn't trying

to make--

No way!

It was Jessica?

But she's not funny.

Shut up, Manda.

You were jealous

that I made the team!

And that me and Dori

are friends now.

You humiliated us!

You're no better than

Manda and Sara and

their stupid Spirit Squad!

-Hey!

-Don't bring us into this.

I'm sorry.

Miss Garcia wouldn't

let me tell anyone.

That's right.

I did say that.

But I'm not just anyone.

[whistle blows]

[Referee]

Come on, boys.

Better get out of here.

And that's not even

the worst lie.

I knew it.

I knew you liked Burke.

Jessica likes Burke?

No. No, I don't.

Your sister told me

you had a crush on him.

What?

What are you talking about?

Dori said

I should confront you

and you lied!

You lied about everything!

I didn't!

I said I didn't like him!

Then why does it look

like you two

have some big secret?

Because he knew I was Mighty.

That's it.

I don't like him.

Why not?

What's wrong with him?

Nothing.

So you do like him!

Oh, my gosh.

Come on, B.

I'm sorry

I didn't tell you guys.

Best secret ever.

Right? All Manda and I

could talk about

was how we should thank

whoever Mighty is

for making

the cheerleaders look bad,

and it was you!

You're my hero!

[whistle blowing]

Game's starting.

We have to go.

Spirit squad!

You know, you could've told me.

I wouldn't have said anything.

I know. I'm sorry.

I'm just chock full

of bad decisions.

Hope it was worth it.

Yeah.

Totally.

Couldn't be happier.

[Nurse Fleet]

Hey.

It's okay.

It's not your fault

a bee got in your costume.

None of this is my fault.

It's the stupid It List's.

"It List?" What's that?

Come on. Let's get you

out of this chicken suit.

Eagle.

[door opening]

I know you said not to come,

but we did,

and we went to the field

and they said you were here!

-What happened?

-Are you okay?

She'll be fine.

A bee got into her costume

and then she ran head first

into a tackle dummy,

but luckily that Eagle head

offers plenty decent

cranial protection.

Did you understand

a word of that?

I'll just...

I'll give you guys

some privacy.

I wasn't on the cheer team.

Okay?

I was the school mascot.

Mighty the Eagle.

Honey! I'm so sorry.

It doesn't matter now

because I'm not

the mascot anymore.

I'm hanging up my wings.

Well, it's your decision,

sweetheart.

Whatever you think is best.

Nice, Marjorie.

[cellphone chimes]

d Fading from

the things I've done d

d Yet you only wish me well d

d Make believe in fairy tales d

d I wish you wouldn't tell d

Does anyone smell chicken?

Mighty! Mighty! Mighty!

[Boy]

You were so cool.

[cheering continues]

What's wrong?

You're infamous!

Which is the best kind

of famous to be.

It's just...

This was the one class

I thought no one would care.

Well, I don't.

And if I cared, I would've

told everyone it was you

last week.

How did you know?

You have a very specific

and pathetic way

of expressing distress.

Something in the vein of...

[groans distinctly]

Hey.

I didn't mean to.

You were great. Really.

I could have never done

what you did.

Now you're just mocking me.

I'm not.

It was really cool

how you put yourself

out there like that.

Thanks.

[buzzing]

Mighty! Mighty! Mighty!

So, Jess, we're all

going to the dance together.

No dates.

Here's your ticket.

You're on the It list.

No, I'm not.

I'm the farthest thing

from it.

And I'm so not going

to the dance.

So, you're cool

establishing yourself

as a weirdo loner

who doesn't participate?

I was the school

freaking mascot!

And you were hot.

What are you gonna be now?

How about happy?

So, being a weirdo loner

who doesn't participate

makes you happy?

Fine, I'll go

to the stupid dance.

Okay? Happy now?

It's not about us.

Selfie with Mighty?

Nice. Post it!

Please tell me

you're going to the dance

with everyone.

I don't know.

I have an art fair thing

that day.

Also, I'm pretty sure

the dance is gonna be

just like lunch, except with...

[mimicking techno beats]

And you still kind of suck

for not telling me

you were Mighty.

Mighty Jessica!

So happy to see you.

How's the bee sting?

-Swollen.

-Your head?

Physically, just a bump.

Mentally...

Everyone thinks

I'm a lying, boy-stealing,

feather-wearing joke.

All because

I listened to my sister

and her stupid rules.

I'm basically having

the worst start

to junior high

anyone can possibly have.

I think I'm going to transfer

to a different school.

In a different state.

Jessica, the buzz

will die down soon enough.

Is that a bee joke?

Sorry. Didn't mean

to "bee" insensitive.

Okay, that was one.

Aren't you

supposed to help me?

I'm going to.

Through the majesty

of cross-country running.

Did you know

I'm not only

the school nurse,

I'm also

the cross-country coach?

-No.

-Yeah.

You realize how fast

you were running out there?

Even with 30 pounds

of feathers on you?

You've got raw talent,

young lady.

Come to practice tomorrow

after school.

You won't be sorry.

Can I get out of it

with a note

from the school nurse?

Just think about it.

[cellphone chimes]

Mom, I need to

go to the mall!

For a dress for the dance?

Make-up? Skirts?

Strappy sandals?

Running shoes.

Maybe you can get some

in cute colors?

Sure.

All right, ladies,

let's settle up on the line.

On the line. Okay.

Ladies, let's welcome

Jessica Darling

to the Westside

Neighborhood School

cross-country team.

Actually, I haven't decided--

Run now, talk later.

All right, warm up. One mile.

It's four laps.

Here we go. And...

[blows whistle]

Not bad, not bad at all.

And that was just a warm-up

without a bee in your bonnet.

So, how long

have you been running for?

About seven minutes.

No, I mean, as a sport.

About seven minutes.

Ladies, I think

we finally have

our fourth team member.

No more forfeits!

We're legit, baby!

[all whooping]

I didn't say I was in.

Okay, I'm in.

[all cheering]

Hey. How's your head?

From the thingy?

It's fine, thanks.

I'll see you.

Wait.

Are you going to the dance

with anyone?

I was just going to ask

if you want to--

No!

Wow.

I'm sorry. It's just...

I don't understand.

You need to ask Bridget.

She likes you.

You don't?

I don't even know you.

So?

Okay, seriously.

I don't get

why you're asking me.

I just thought a chick

who did what you did

was pretty cool, that's all.

Yeah. Now you just seem

kind of weird.

Yes. I am. Very.

Ooh.

You should ask Bridget.

Yeah, okay. Whatever.

What is happening?

[Aleck]

Hey.

Are you gonna

pick a color or what?

You're just staring off

into space.

Sorry.

Red is fine.

So, what did Burke want?

You saw us?

Please don't tell anyone.

That's just gonna make

everything so much worse.

Did he ask you to the dance?

It doesn't matter.

I'm going with friends.

I mean,

I think they're my friends.

I don't know.

I don't even know

if I like most of them.

What about you?

Are you going?

Only because I have to.

My mom's forcing me.

She thinks I'm making myself

into some weird loner

who doesn't participate.

We're all weird, Aleck.

Some of us

just hide it better.

It's Marcus.

What is?

My name... is Marcus.

Jessica.

-Mighty glad to meet you.

-Really?

Sorry, it was just too easy.

[Children]

Berman! Berman! Berman!

What's going on?

Noah Berman set free

all the frogs

in the bio lab.

-You're old news.

-Really?

That's awesome.

So you joined

cross-country?

Yup. Apparently I have a gift

for running in circles.

Glad you found something

you really like.

Thanks.

So, are we...

We're cool. I know you swore

to Miss Garcia

you'd keep the secret.

So, I guess I know

if you knew

something about me,

you'd keep it to yourself?

Depends. Whatcha got?

I'm really a teen pop star

in disguise.

I knew it!

All right. See you then.

[shrieks]

[all screeching]

Looks like

Burke asked Bridget.

Finally.

What took him so long?

Guys, we have to go!

Everyone's meeting at school!

Say, "Brie."

Gorgonzola.

You look so pretty,

sweetheart.

That's it?

No "maybe you shoulds?"

Of course not!

All right. Maybe just

a darker shade of lip gloss.

-Mom!

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Hey, Bethany, we didn't

expect you tonight.

Just wanted to see Jessica

before the dance.

You look good.

Maybe you should try

a darker shade of lip gloss.

Seriously?

[clearing throat]

You looking for this?

No. What is it?

Well, Apparently Bethany's

been flunking out of school.

For six months.

What?

Okay. Fine.

You caught me.

I'm officially a loser.

Honey, you're not a loser.

But you're also not getting

another dime from us,

except food and rent

until your grades go back up.

What about

my clothing allowance?

I'm sorry, Bethany,

you are just

going to have to...

repeat an outfit.

No.

Wait.

So...

that's why you've been

hanging around?

To intercept the mail?

And giving me that list

was just an excuse

to keep coming back?

Do you even care

what happens to me?

Of course I do.

I just wanted you to have

a great time in school.

And I thought that meant

you needed to be more like me.

But clearly,

I should've been

more like you.

You're so smart

and funny and beautiful.

You never needed

that stupid list.

I'm so sorry, Jess.

[pop song playing]

[children exclaiming]

This is my mom's necklace.

It's worth, like,

a hundred thousand dollars.

Yeah, you told me, like,

a hundred thousand times.

You look cute!

Try not to

sound so surprised.

I love this song!

Let's go in.

No, it's too early.

We have to wait.

Sara, stop!

You're ruining

our big entrance!

Bridget.

I get that

we're not gonna be as close

as we used to be,

but this whole drama thing,

it's kind of exhausting.

It really is.

So... maybe

let's not go there?

Sounds good to me.

And I'm sorry

I yelled at you.

Thanks.

And I'm sorry

I didn't tell you

I was Mighty.

Thanks.

The guys want to dance.

Got to go.

I have to go, too.

[inspirational song playing]

d I'll take this chance d

d Gonna chase my future

Build it with these hands d

d Change my stars d

d I found my way d

d Found my place d

d I'll be brave

I'm not afraid, not afraid d

d I see the light

At the end of the tunnel d

d Keep on d

d I finally believe

I finally can see d

d I'll tear these walls down

No one can stop me d

d Stay strong d

d I finally believe

I finally can see d

d I'm becoming

Who I'm supposed to be d

d This is me d

d This is who I am d

d Not afraid of the future

Now I'll take my stand d

d It's my time d

d I found my way d

d Found my place d

d I'll be brave,

I'm not afraid d

d I see the light

At the end of the tunnel d

d Keep on d

d I finally believe

I finally can see... d

[gasps]

Sorry.

What are you doing here?

I figured you could use

a real friend at the dance.

But if you make me run,

I'm leaving.

Deal.

How'd you know I was here?

Your buddy from woodshop

told me.

How long have you

been following me?

Long enough

to make sure you're okay.

Thanks, Aleck.

Hey, I thought

your name was Marcus.

Depends who's asking.

What do the police call you

when they take your mug shots?

Nice one.

Yeah, she's cool.

Yeah.

I know.

[dance song playing]

Yeah. Here we go!

d It's like I'm

dancing on the moon d

d Feeling free d

What, like you can do better?

d I'm flying next to you d

d I found my wings d

Guys.

d We got the stars on our side,

written in the sky d

d Just you and I d

d We'll last forever d

d Feeling so alive d

d Shining through the night d

d Just you and I d

d You and I

dancing on the moon d

d I'm flying next to you d

d And dancing on the moon d

d I'm flying next to you d

d And dancing on the moon d

d Take my hand

we'll steal the night d

d We can't escape the vibe d

d Close your eyes

and you can see d

d We're flying

to another world d

d Yeah, I'm your Cosmo girl d

d We can be anything d

d It's like I'm

dancing on the moon d

d Feeling free,

no gravity d

d I'm flying next to you d

d I found my wings d

d We got the stars on our side d

d Written in the sky d

d Just you and I... d

[rock song playing]

d One, two, three, four

Take this list, it's all yours d

d I want to write

my own history d

d Secrets, didn't want to keep d

d Friends don't look

The same to me d

d Got a brand new list d

d It goes like this! d

d Be yourself d

d Every chance you get d

d Love someone d

d With no regrets d

d Sometimes when life's not

What you want it to be d

d Don't give up d

d Just be yourself d

d Five, six, seven, eight d

d I just can't seem

to concentrate d

d Things are changing d

d Rearranging d

d My feelings get the best of me

Am I my own worst enemy? d

d I got a brand new list d

d It goes like this! d

d Be yourself d

d Every chance you get d

d Love someone d

d With no regrets d

d Sometimes when life's not

What you want it to be d

d Don't give up d

d Just be yourself d

d Every chance you get d

d Love someone d

d With no regrets d

d Sometimes when life's not

What you want it to be d

d Don't give up d

d Just be yourself d

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