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- Oh! - Oh!

- Excuse me. - Just can't avoid me, can you?

- I'm trying. - C'mon, Casey. I'm the new guy.

I need someone to show me around. - Oh, you mean the five girls

you've gone out with already can't show you around?

- I haven't gone out with five girls!

I've gone out with six.

And it's no secret who lucky number seven is.

- Ah! Dream on, Truman.

- Am I interrupting? - No, Emily. Truman was.

- Can you believe Casey won't go out with me? - Who wants to be number six?

- Seven! So if you're free? - Hello!

Do you remember, I was number three? - And we had a terrific time!

Tell her! - Truman, I am not going out with you... ever!

- Good call, Case. That Truman is trouble.

- I know! Who does he think he is?

Some fancy private school kid from Toronto

who struts around like he owns the place? And why is he here living with his aunt anyway?

- The real question is: why do you care?

- I don't care about him! I'm... I'm just interested in him!

You know what I mean! - I know exactly what you mean.

And I'm interested, too.

- ♪ Used to be my mother and my sister and me ♪

♪ A happy little family and all right with me ♪

♪ But Mom got married, that's when everything changed ♪

♪ Some things were lost and others were gained ♪

♪ A new school... A new house... ♪

♪ So many changes it makes my head spin ♪

♪ Now I've got a brother who gets under my skin ♪

♪ This is life with Derek ♪

♪ This is life with Derek ♪

♪ This is life with Lizzie, Edwin, George and Nora ♪

♪ Marti and Casey ♪

♪ Living life with Derek ♪

♪ Living life with Derek ♪

- Keeping secrets secret is tough,

no matter how secretive you are.

But the easiest secrets to keep are the ones you keep from yourself

because yourself doesn't know what it knows!

- Oh, girls, I got a letter from your aunt Belinda out in Calgary and she wrote--

- The weather's bad, the kids are good, we really should get together sometime

and your Mom's dating some weird orchid guy

from her gardening class. - Wow, Edwin,

either you read my mind, or you read my mail.

- Yeah. Let's go with, ah, ‘mind'.

- Then what am I thinking right now? - I should stop

reading other people's mail? - Correct. - You see? I am a mind reader.

- No, Edwin. You're a snoop. - Hey, I have a healthy curiosity

and the letter was already open. It was practically staring me in the face,

just like Casey's email the other day. - Edwin! Is nothing sacred?

- Yeah, bro! Where's my copy?

- Unbelievable. Next you'll be going through the trash.

- So, those candy receipts I found in your wastepaper basket? That's how you're spending

your lunch money? - Edwin! - Lizzie!

- Edwin, just remember: curiosity killed the cat.

- A cat got killed? - Oh, no, Marti. It's just an expression.

It means people who are curious will get themselves into trouble.

- Like Derek. Derek used to be a terrible snoop. - Yeah and he taught me

everything I know. - Until he grew out of it and he learned to respect

people's privacy. - Yeah and you better learn that too!

- And I don't want any more dead cats!

- Yeah.

- So. The McDonalds and their bogus need for privacy.

What's our plan, bro? - My plan is to do nothing.

- You're not in? - I'm really into this magazine.

- So I'm ready to fly solo? - Go for it.

- Oh, man! But do you really think I can handle this on my own?

- Yeah, why not?

- Wow. This is one of those life moments.

- Yes, it is!

- Ahhhh... so what do I do?

- Edwin, you're looking for McDonald dirt

and you're not gonna find that reading Aunt Belinda's letters.

- But the McDonald girls are squeaky clean.

- Edwin, the dirt doesn't have to be that dirty!

It just has to get in the hands of the wrong people.

So get out of my room and start digging. You dig?

- I dig.

- So... - You doing your homework or are you writing a love letter

to Allen O'Fallon? - What do you know about Allen O'Fallon?

- I know that you like him. - Did Sylvia tell you?

Or did you read my diary! - Actually,

I was on the extension when Sylvia called, but glad to hear about the diary.

- Oh, you know, I was only joking about the diary, right?

And so what if you know I have a crush on Allen O'Fallon? Big deal.

- You know, you are so right.

It's no big deal.

Actually, I think Allen'll get a great laugh

when he hears about it.

- You wouldn't tell him? - No, no I wouldn't.

- For a price. - What? Edwin!

- You really should go out with me, I'm a very good conversationalist.

- In your dreams. - Actually,

I'm in yours.

- How did you, you... you were just...

- You can't deny it. I'm irresistible.

- Another dream about Truman? What is wrong with me?

- Ah, whoops! - Hi!

- Stop following me! - Uh, who tripped over who?

- Well, what are you doing sitting in the hallway

when you should be going to class? - I'm skipping. Care to join me?

- Truman, I never skip.

- Then don't... just be a little late for class.

Or is that too bold for you, too?

[Bell]

- C'mon, have a seat.

You can ask all those questions you're dying to ask

since you're so interested in me.

- Okay.

What brings you to Thompson High? - My bike.

- No I meant, I heard you used to go

to some private school in Toronto.

- Let's just say my private school

no longer required my services.

- You got expelled? What did you do?

- Sorry, that's a secret. You're going to have to wait till our first date to find out.

- You know Truman, I think the only reason you want to go out with me so badly

is because I keep saying no. - Then why don't you say yes

and we'll see if you're right. - No.

- What's the dealio? - So, by accident, I mentioned to Edwin I have a diary.

- You have a diary? Me too! Except I can't find the key.

- Well, anyway, now that mega-sneak Edwin

knows I have a diary, he'll for sure try and read it.

- For sure. Edwin is sneaky And snoopy.

- So guess what I did? - You hid your diary extra well?

- No, I hid it extra badly so Edwin will find it!

- Yes! - You like my plan?

- No. I found my diary key.

Your plan makes no sense.

- Trust me. It's genius.

- Hello!

- Don't read and that means you Edwin!

- How goes the pranking?

- Pranking doesn't matter anymore. Nothing matters anymore.

- Including what I'm going to do to you for lying on my bed?

- Do your worst. - Alright.

- What gives? - It's Michelle! She's gonna dump me.

- Oh, like I just did?

Okay, so, she finally came to her senses, huh?

- I read Lizzie's diary

and the last entry said Michelle doesn't like me any more.

- Interesting. - Interesting?

Have you not an ounce of sympathy?

- No. But isn't it interesting

how you happened to read this information in Lizzie's diary

instead of hearing it from the horse's mouth.

- Are you calling Michelle a horse?

You mean it was a trick! Lizzie wanted me to read her diary! I'm so relieved.

- Relieved? - Yeah!

- Edwin, you were tricked. You were trying to find dirt

and instead you got dirty.

- Hey, well, as long as Michelle's not going to dump me, I'm cool.

- No, you are not cool and you have sullied

the great Venturi name while getting outsmarted

mid-snoop.

- Derek, you're right!

I have failed you. How do I get my honor back?

- Well, you gotta get more dirt... on another McDonald.

- You mean... - Casey.

- Huh, this is another one of those life moments, isn't it?

- Yes. It is... the moment you leave my room.

- Oh boy!

- Silly me. I thought some of my things

had been moved but I guess it must be just my imagination.

- Why, Edwin!

Looking for my diary by any chance? I heard from my sister you have a

particular interest in diaries. - Maybe. - Find it?

- No. - That's because it's in a bank vault.

What do you think, I am stupid? My diary is my life,

it holds all of my secrets. Maybe one day I will publish it,

but until then, keep out of my room

and respect my privacy. - Sir, yes, sir.

- You? Why do you keep following me?

- Am I following you or are you following me?

- I... don't know.

Not again!

EDWIN!

Edwin, get down here right now!

- Hey! What seems to be the problem? - The problem, Edwin,

is that when you were snooping in my room last night you took my dream diary.

- I thought your diary was in that bank vault.

- Not that diary, my ‘dream' diary!

- Why would I take that? - Ah! Don't act all innocent.

I know very well who put you up to this.

- But I've gone solo. - Edwin,

I've lived here long enough to know that you're Derek's puppet.

Now give my dream diary back right now.

- I'm afraid I can't do that

because I don't have it. Now, I would love to stay and chat but I have school.

- Fine! I will deal with you after school.

But I will deal with your big brother at school.

This is outrageous!

Give it back! - Uh, I don't have it.

And, by the way, what is ‘it'? - My dream diary?

- Casey, you actually think I have interest in your dreams?

- Been dreaming about me again Casey?

- So you do have my dream diary!

And you told Truman what was in it!

Derek, I have always disliked you immensely,

but now I dislike you intensely. And as for you,

I don't care if we almost kissed in my dream,

in real life, you are a nightmare!

- So, Casey likes you?

- I don't know.

- George, do you know what the boys did now? - No!

And I'm not sure I want to. - They took Casey's dream diary.

- No! Not her dream diary!

- George. - C'mon, Nora!

There's nothing more boring than hearing about someone else's dreams.

- But I tell you my dreams. - Well, except yours!

Which... very fascinating.

- George, Casey thinks that Edwin took her dream diary

and gave it to Derek who read it

and told some guy she was dreaming about him!

- Nora, I realize this is a serious matter and I will deal with it in all seriousness.

Okay?

- Hey, Derek. Would you please

give Casey back her dream diary? And give me a bite of that sandwich?

- Dad, I can't tell you how little

I'm interested in Casey's dreams. Ask Edwin.

- Ed's not interested in Casey's dreams, either. And he claims he doesn't have it.

- Well, I'm claiming the same thing. - Well, he's a lousy liar!

You're a pro. - True. Still don't have it.

- C'mon Derek, listen! It's just us guys here.

We both know a dream diary

is a joke, but stealing one isn't.

- All I can say is that I will talk to Edwin.

- Thank you. - I'm very disappointed in his behavior.

I'm very disappointed in your behavior.

- Yeah? - You got a hold of Casey's dream diary

and you didn't fork it over immediately.

- Ah, nice one D. Given that you took it.

- Ed, it's just us guys here

and, uh, I know you've got it.

- Derek! Just between us guys,

I know you took it just to show me how it's done

and I must say, I'm impressed.

- Ha, ha! And I'm very impressed that you're keeping up the lie,

even with me. - Ah, ditto, bro.

- Don't worry, Casey. We'll get your diary back for you.

- It's too late. Derek told Truman I've been dreaming about him

and now Truman's all “Hey, you've been dreaming about me. You must like me.”

- Do you? - No!

- But, are you sure Derek's the burglar?

I mean, diary stealing seems a little immature,

even for him. - Nothing

is too immature for Derek. - So it's definitely Derek.

- Actually I am virtually positive it was Edwin. - I say we go after

both of them! - Yeah, let's go after both of them!

- Ah! Thanks for the support, girls, but are you sure you want to sink to their level?

- Absolutely! - Yeah. What she said!

- [Together]: Yeah!

- Somebody moved all my stuff.

Could it be...

- Hi! - Lizzie,

you ransacked my room!

- Oh, please, it's much neater now than it was before. - Check Edwin's room.

- Already did. Came up empty-handed.

- Yeah, well I don't have it! - I know, I looked everywhere.

And you really shouldn't leave laundry under your bed

mold, mildew, moths. - Thanks for the tip and I got one for you.

- Run? - Yeah.

- Derek, wait! You've gotta see this!

- Hi Edwin! It's Mr. Fuzzy! Please give back

Casey's dream diary,

so I can go back to where I belong:

sleeping right beside you.

- A teddy-napping? - Please, Derek, you gotta give back the diary!

- Edwin, for the last time, I don't have it!

- But, Derek! - You're on your own.

Right after you give me back my jacket.

- What? I... I don't have it!

- ‘Return the dream diary or you'll never see your jacket again.'

Oh, how dare they!

They de-zipped my zipper!

Lizzie!

Get down here... now!

You jacket-napped!

- And teddy-napped! - So what if I did!

- Here, Edwin. - Mr. Fuzzy!

- Marti! - I couldn't do it.

He loved that bear so much. See? - Oh, Mr. Fuzzy,

I missed you so much! Oh!

- Ew. He really does.

- Yeah! And I also love the money that I sewed

into Mr. Fuzzy's head to keep away from Derek.

See?

- So that's where your allowance was hiding.

- Hey, mine! - You took the head off your teddy bear?

- Mm hm. - You don't deserve to have a teddy bear!

Give him back to me! - Yeah, let's get him!

- Hey! Paws off! - Unh, unh... give it back!

- My jacket!

- Sure would be nice if I had my dream diary back so I could get some sleep!

- Sure would be nice to go out,

but I can't without my leather jacket!

- Oops.

- Hey, ah, I got this from Lizzie.

- You felt bad about your sister stealing my property?

- Not really. But my, ah,

dream diary kinda turned up so

I realized it wasn't you and Edwin after all.

- Oh! Really?

So you must be feeling pretty stupid right about now?

- No.

But I will say I'm sorry. - Fix the zipper.

- Fine. - And hem a couple of pairs of pants for me while you're at it.

- Fine. - And my room could use some vacuuming and there's some

moldy laundry under the bed. - Derek! - Sorry! I know

how badly you want to get to sleep and dream about, oh, Truman.

- Paul, do you believe that dreams indicate

some subconscious truth about your life? - Definitely!

Did your teeth fall out? Did you see black dogs? Did you fly?

- Um, nothing that exciting.

I just keep having a dream about a certain guy.

Who goes to this school. Who I detest.

- But you don't detest him in your dreams, right?

- Does almost kissing him qualify as detesting?

- Sounds to me like you like this guy.

- But I don't! And I keep informing my subconscious of this fact,

but it's not getting the message! This guy is arrogant,

smug, flirtatious and totally aware of how cute he is.

- I see. - Paul, I don't want you to ‘see' anything! I want you

to help me get Truman out of my dreams because he is no good!

- Oh, so we're talking about Truman?

- You know Truman? Ah! Then you know why he got kicked out of his private school!

- Casey. - Oh, c'mon! Just a little hint. Plagiarism?

Vandalism? Egotism? - If you want to know, ask him.

- I would, but I'm trying to avoid him.

- Hm.

- So, had any more dreams about me?

- Actually, yes! And frankly I'm tired of it!

The only reason I'm dreaming about you is because you keep hitting on me!

So will you get out of my head and get out of my way?

- So, do you have a crush on me?

- So why did you get kicked out of private school?

- Avoiding my question. Okay. I borrowed the principal's car

and drove it around the block without asking.

- That's like grand theft auto?

- More like minor borrow auto.

Look, it was dumb and I paid the price

and I'd appreciate it if you kept it to yourself. - I can keep a secret.

- Like the one you're keeping from yourself?

- Truman, I don't like you. What can I do to prove it?

- Kiss me. - Kiss you?

- Yeah, if you don't like me, then kissing me'll be no big deal. Unless of course you do!

- See? No big deal for either of us. See ya'.

Whoa.

- Whoa.

- New ground rules, which are pretty much the same as the old ground rules:

no reading other people's letters, diaries or emails.

No listening at doors or eavesdropping on phone calls.

No taking teddy bears, jackets, or going through the garbage.

No stealing secrets, no selling secrets.

- Caving to the McDonald lobby?

Very smart, Dad.

- Now what if I know a secret about Casey

that I didn't steal and I could share for free?

- Keep it to yourself. - Spill it!

- Well, it's common knowledge at school so

it's not really a secret, per se.

Casey planted one on... Truman.

- Hn? - Derek!

- Yeah, Derek! - Planted one what?

- A kiss. - You kissed Truman?

You do have a crush on him. - Once and for all, I don't.

- Then why are you blushing? - I am not!

Mom, make them stop! - I am sorry Casey,

but next time you want to prove that you don't have a crush on a guy,

don't kiss him! - Thanks a lot.

- ♪ Casey likes Truman! - [Both]: Casey likes Truman! Casey likes Truman! ♪

- [All]: Ha! Ha! Ha!

- ♪ Casey likes Truman! Casey likes Truman! ♪

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- [Both]: Peanut butter jelly time. Ye-ah!

- Weather's bad...

- The spaghetti's good, huh?

- ♪ Living life with Derek ♪

♪ Living life with Derek ♪

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