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Get ready for the time capsule

that was buried at
Wagstaff 50 years ago.

Thank you, Mr. Branca,
for digging it up.

Not my job... but it's okay.

Oh, I thought there was a guy
buried there named Tim Capsule.

Let's crack it open.

And lending a hand will
be student volunteer, Tina.

Thanks, Mr. Frond.

You might say we have
some history between us.

- Heh. Um, um, uh...
- What? Okay, okay.

(stammering)

Can we just do this before
it starts raining, please?

- (both gasp)
- Quite an odor.

It smells like ass!

Trying not to breathe too much.
Here's a cootie catcher.

Imagine the ancient cooties
it may still contain.

Wagstaff yearbook.

Not super diverse.

Tina's killing it up there.

And by "it," I mean "my interest."

Shh, Gene, the station's
doing another contest

for free Boyz 4 Now tickets.

Which I want to win... as a joke.

Classic "winning incredibly
valuable tickets as a joke."

Never gets old.

Yeah, wouldn't it be hilarious if I won?

Me sitting randomly in the front
row five seats from Boo Boo,

this person who doesn't
even care... take that!

Me! Boo Boo! Five feet!

Okay, I get it... Let go of my arm!

And this, I believe,
is a stuffed animal?

- That is a dead mole.
- Okeydokey.

- Cute, though.
- FROND: Hold on. Louise Belcher?

Are you listening to a radio?

I'm trying

to find local news coverage

of this historic time capsule opening.

Did you not alert the media, Mr. Frond?

No. Was I supposed to?

LOUISE: Obviously.

(sighs) Maybe they're on it.

I'll keep listening.

Uh, right. Thank you.

Uh-huh. Oh, my God!
They're giving tickets

right now to the 17th caller.

Isn't that the emergency cell phone

we're only supposed
to use for emergen...

For being the 17th caller? Yeah.

- (line ringing)
- They're answering!

- RADIO DJ: Congratulations, caller...
- Oh, my God!

- Twelve.
- (groans)

(muttering): Psychopath.

Oh, here's a note.

Looks like bugs read
it first. (chuckles)

"Dear future students of Wagstaff... "

And it's gone.

Well, a powerful message just the same.

So I just missed out on Boyz
4 Now tickets for us, Tina.

(scoffs) Dodged a bullet, huh?

- Whew! (groans)
- Darn, it's sold out, too.

And I hear since they're
only playing intimate venues

like the Wharf Arts Center,
that Boo Boo guarantees

he'll make eye contact with
every girl in the audience.

Gah! Why would I even
care about that, Tina?!

I wouldn't! Care!

Why is it always my arm's fault?!

Oh, Tina. So, I guess the way
this whole time capsule thing

works is now we have to do one.

- You mean we get to do one.
- Sure.

And since you've shown an interest,

how'd you like to coordinate it?
So I don't have to.

Me? Really?

Yeah, get some submissions
from students...

Decide what best represents Wagstaff?

Who lives, who dies,
who tells their story?

Kind of regretting this now.

Have complete control,
so it can be done right,

unlike those slackers 50 years ago?

- No offense. Were you one of them?
- No. How old do you think I am?

- A lot.
- How old is Dumbledore?

Wow.

ALL: Ooh!

I understand the past now, Old Tina.

And no dead moles.

Tina, choosing you for this

was the greatest decision of my life.

Mr. Frond, you're still alive!

I was just waiting for this day.

Bye.

I won't let you down, Mr. Frond.

Good. I mean, how could you?
It's putting crap in a box.

TINA: So what am I
looking at here, Peter?

It's a diorama of a classroom
of kids making dioramas.

Got to give this a maybe.

See if any good stuff comes along.

I worked really hard on it.

Don't take this the wrong
way, Peter, but maybe save

the diorama for your mama? Next.

It's a poem... It's about kickball,

but it's not really about kickball.

Yeah, here's the deal, Rudy.

- My name's on this thing...
- It is?

Not literally, but maybe it can be?

So, yeah, what goes in the capsule

has to be really, really special.

My dad cried when he read it.

I'm gonna slide it down
to the maybe pile, Rudy.

Oh, wow, that's an awful
lot in the maybe pile.

It's gum, so future people

- will know about gum.
- TINA: Maybe.

These are Andy's toenails
so they can clone him.

And Ollie's toenails
so they can clone him.

- Or mix them and make an Allie!
- Or an Olldie!

- Or Michelle Pfeiffer!
- TINA: Maybe.

50 years is, like, a really
annoying time to wait, Tina.

But here, it's a tube of lip balm.

Here's my wow needle... It's on one.

Uh, how dare you?

Strawberry lemongrass is
the flavor of our time.

Sorry, Tammy, I'm after
history, not a hissy-fit story.

Oh, my God, Tina has so much power.

- (Tammy grunts)
- My lip balm is cherry.

- (Teddy munching)
- LINDA: Teddy, slow down!

I'm hurrying 'cause my
truck's double-parked.

If you see a cop just whistle.

Well, I don't know how to whistle.

How about I fart twice?

One long, one short.

Linda, you can't whistle? Seriously?

Um, isn't it weirder that
she can fart on command?

One long and one short?

Yeah, I can't whistle, Teddy. So what?

(whistles) Oh, my God, sorry.
That was so insensitive.

It's okay! Relax.

Yeah, lots of people can't whistle.

I mean, I've never
met one, besides Linda.

They probably keep to themselves,

because of, you know, the shame.

- (scoffs) The shame?
- Sorry.

I-I'm just biased
because I happen to be

a pretty good whistler.

Or so people tell me a lot.

- (Bob whistling)
- It's true.

If "Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard"

comes on, watch out,
Julio... Here comes this guy!

Yeah, yeah, Mr. Flute-face over here.

I can do some stuff you can't do.

Like r-r-roll my Rs.

Let's see you do that, big shot.

(rolls Rs)

You know I can't, Lin.

Maybe today you can, try it.

- (mumbling)
- Ha!

Who cares? Rolling Rs is a fringe sound.

Whistling is-is like having...
a-a bird living inside of you.

Oh, yeah, what kind of bird?

A r-r-red br-r-reasted r-r-robin?

Guys, please, I-I didn't
mean to start something.

Teddy, you're getting a ticket.

What?! Linda, you were supposed to fart.

(door bells jingle)

So, Arnold, this is a piece

of wood that you say you karate chopped.

Impressive if true.

If true...

Dang, Tina's time capsule's
tougher to get into

than a pistachio with no crack in it.

I just swallow those whole. Is that bad?

I don't think Tina knows what she wants.

- What was that, Rudy?
- Nothing! They were talking!

Checking in, Tina.

How's the time capsule coming?

So far we've got a lot of maybe-babies,

but we're still in the discovery phase.

Well, remember we have to
bury the capsule tomorrow.

They're re-sodding the
school lawn this weekend.

Because it's a mess.

I don't know why they let
kids play on the grass.

What is this, Switzerland?

Also we dug a big hole in it.

Oh, and I've decided to give you

Buried Emotion Emma for the capsule.

"Buried" and buried?

(chuckles) I couldn't resist.

Also I'm mad at her.

Uh, terrific.

I'll just put that over here.

Oh, come on.

RADIO DJ: Hey, we've got the last pair

of Boyz 4 Now tickets to give
away to the fourth caller!

Great! This stupid contest
is almost over, right?

- (busy signal beeping)
- Crap, it's busy! Redial, redial.

We have our lucky -
fourth caller on the line!

- No.
- Who's this?

- Henry Haber.
- What?!

You don't have to ask me to
turn down my radio. (chuckles)

I understand feedback loops.

That guy should meet our Henry Haber.

They sound like they'd hit it off.

And my regards to the morning zoo.

Henry, you like Boyz 4 Now?! W-Why?!

I don't listen to them,
but Susmita identifies

as something called a Griffen Gal.

It should've been me, not you.

Not that I care. I'm just walking away.

Okay, Tina, I've pressed my
face on some loose-leaf paper

so future people can
see how I did my makeup.

It's great, it's in, you're welcome.

The only problem is that
Wagstaff is a grade school,

- not a clown college.
- (grunts) That's it!

You know what, I'm gonna
do my own time capsule.

- Your own time capsule?
- Yeah, and it's gonna be bigger

and better and anyone who
wants to go into it, can.

And forget 50 years.

- We're gonna open it in a week!
- Wait, what?

In a week, we'll know what
we were doing this week.

I'll take that, thank you.

Hot dang... a Tam capsule!

I want in!

Wait... let me just... hold on, uh...

Thank you, toss it on in.
Welcome to the Tam Capsule.

Uh, let's all slow
down and take a breath.

Peter, w-we were pretty
close to a deal, buddy.

R-Rudy, l-l-let me
read your poem again.

- I know I missed something.
- Here's a poem for you, Tina.

- Uh-huh?
- You snooze, you lose!

- Oh.
- Why does poetry always go over my head?

So can't you cancel
Tammy's time capsule?

Or-or tell the police it's
a drug chest full of drugs?

I can't stop Tammy from
making a time capsule.

I could barely stop that one kid
from keeping bees in his locker.

There will just be two time capsules.

Yours, which is the
authorized, official one.

And then the cool one
that people want to be in.

(groans) Anyway, looks like
I might be able to squeeze in

Buried Emotion Emma after all.

Oh, don't you wish.

TINA: So now everybody wants
to be in Tammy's time capsule

and in 50 years when
my capsule is opened,

I'm gonna look completely ridiculous!

Judging from the way Dad's aging,

we're all gonna look completely
ridiculous long before that.

- Louise.
- Excuse me, Father,

but I've also had a difficult day.

I had to... console Tina

when Henry Haber ended up
with the last two tickets

to Boyz 4 Now.

She's really struggling right now, Dad.

- Look at her!
- Hmm?

Aw, that's r-r-rotten, isn't it, Bob?

R-R-Really, r-r-really r-r-rotten?

Seriously, Lin?

I know, nice accent.

I'm loving Mom Connery.

Gene, did you just
say whistle something?

- No.
- Okay.

- (Bob whistling)
- Oh.

You sound like a sexy teakettle.

More caser-r-role, anyone?

Caser-r-role?

TINA: This isn't casserole, but okay.

Everything is casser-r-role!
Casser-r-role.

This is what I picture
their wedding night was like.

Casser-r-role.

HENRY: Susmita, I don't
understand why you're upset.

You took my social studies
homework and corrected it.

As a romantic surprise.

You wrote "mediocre effort" on it.

And the "O" in mediocre is a heart.

- (grunts)
- Susmita!

Hmm, trouble in Haber-dise?

Wait a minute, all I have to do

is date Henry Haber and
he'll do my homework?

So, a lot of dirt, but
the new sod is coming

and will look amazing for the one week

you kids aren't allowed on it.

And now, time capsule time.

Thank you again, Mr.
Branca, for your digging.

Now there are two holes.

Still not my job. It's okay.

Yes, we welcome Tammy's time capsule.

Wow, look at the size of that thing.

I had to stomp on the
stuff to get the lid shut.

So what did you end up with, Tina?

Looks like some barrettes...

and a sticky note that says

"IOU cool stuff from the past...

Tina. Maybe check eBay?"

Capsule? More like crapsule.

- (blows raspberry)
- I know. I wanted this

capsule to be full of amazing things

that told a story about our time.

It just didn't come together.

- Let's just bury these things.
- Wait!

I have something else
for the time capsule.

- Henry, are you okay?
- Do I look okay?

In general or right now?
Doesn't matter... no.

Susmita doesn't want to go with me

to tomorrow night's Boyz 4 Now concert.

I can't put my broken
heart in the capsule,

but I can put in these two tickets.

- (all gasping)
- The fool!

I just saw the movie Titanic
and there's a beautiful scene

involving Old Rose and
a heart-shaped necklace.

Thanks, now I'm crying all over again.

Those two empty front row seats

with band meet-and-greet
and unlimited green room

buffet privileges will be
a testament to my lost love.

Cool gesture, Henry,
and mint unused tickets

to the most influential
boy band of our time

would pretty much save my crapsule,

uh, capsule, but let's take a breath.

You might get back
together with Susmita,

i-if you crazy kids can make that work.

Or you could probably find someone

to take those dumb
things off your hands.

(whispers): Or I could find someone.

- I just thought, I...
- I'll take 'em for my capsule... done!

- No! - (gasps)
- Plant 'em.

- LOUISE: I can't believe Tammy did that.
- Tacky ticket taker.

Henry was trying to
give them to me, not her.

- And then he was gonna give them to me.
- I know.

And now those tickets
are in Tammy's capsule,

four feet in the ground.

- Just sitting there.
- Mocking us.

- It's not right.
- It's bullcrap!

It's all kinds of crap.

Goat, donkey. I-I don't know, camel?

- Tina?
- Yes, Louise?

Are we thinking the same thing?

That it's amazing that we
haven't bumped into each other

- once while mad pacing?
- That is, actually.

- But, also, that we should...
- Dig them up and steal

- those bad boys?
- Dig them up and steal...

- Oh, my gosh!
- Yes.

It's like we share a brain sometimes.

Sister brain. I have to pee.

Do you have to pee, too? Sister bladder?

Uh, no. Go pee and then we'll
figure this all out, buddy.

(whoops) Tina and I are
gonna go to that show.

(whoops) Louise and I
are putting those tickets

in my time capsule.

Sure you don't have to pee, Louise?

We could go together. Nope, can't wait.

LOUISE: Stealing these tickets is
going to be more than a two-girl job.

It's a "two girl and one perky boy" job.

So Gene will be joining us.

He's excellent at blocking people's view

when you don't want them to see
you digging up time capsules.

- Just call me Gene the Screen.
- Hold on.

Tammy said she's gonna
open her capsule in a week.

If the tickets are missing,
someone's gonna guess it was us.

So we cover our trail
by leaving fake tickets.

Fake tickets?

After we dig them up,
we make perfect copies

on Ms. Selbo's color copier.

I once used it to counterfeit
a dollar and you...

um, the person that I
gave it to never noticed.

- W-Wait, what?
- Uh-huh. So, the time

to pull this off is
after school tomorrow

before Mr. Branca locks up.

Smart. No one around,
except office staff.

And the kids who do
clubs and activities.

Slow down. You're saying our
school has clubs and activities?

Tina, you'll dig while
Gene stands in front of you,

inconspicuously blocking you from sight.

I'll do tai chi like that cool
senior flash mob in the park.

Then I'll talk my way past
Ms. Selbo and make the fakes.

We'll put those in Tammy's capsule,

and you'll bury it again.

Wait, I'm doing all the digging?

Yes, because you're the strongest, Tina.

Especially when you
get mad about something.

Yeah, then you get crazy
puberty Hulk strength.

- No, I don't.
- Tina, Tammy stole those tickets.

(shouts) Oh, wow, I guess I do.

(humming)

Hey, Lin, have you
seen our order-up bell?

It's disappeared.

- No, that's weird.
- Oh, no!

I loved that bell. It
was good, it was pure.

Yeah, I guess we'll have to
figure something else out.

Oh, how about this?

When an order's up, I'll whistle.

- (whistles)
- (scoffs)

Oh, no, our spindle's gone, too.

What do we do with the old tickets?

We'll have to r-r-roll
them into a ball

- and th-r-ow them away.
- Oh, boy.

Oh, um, order up. (whistles)

- R-R-Rolling. Th-r-owing.
- Guys, guys, come on.

We've all got our things, right?

Me, I can make a sound like I
have a baby stuck in my throat.

(muffled shouting)

- Oh, my God.
- Scary.

It doesn't make me better than anyone.

Mort, you can probably do something.

Well, I can click my jaw. I have TMJ.

- (clicking)
- More like TMI, Mort.

(school bell rings)

Nothing to see here,
after-school activity kids.

Just a boy doing tai chi outside

to improve balance and prevent falls.

Could really use some
digging help, Louise.

Tina, look at my arms.
They're so small and spindly.

How about this? (gasps)

Oh. Tammy's time capsule
just won a Capsy Award.

(shouting)

- Here it is.
- Now we fake it to the limit.

(shouts, grunts) How are
old people in the park

so good at this?

Hey, Ms. Selbo. What's up?

Don't mind me, I got to
do some color copying.

Oh, hi, Louise. What are the copies for?

They're for my many
clubs and activities.

I'm just gonna load
some card stock in here.

Which clubs are you in?

I thought I was pretty on
top of who's in each one.

And who wishes they were in
one. Brian Schlesinger, Yearbook.

Which clubs am I in? Huh.

French Club, Junior Toastmasters.

French Toastmasters. Easier to
talk about the clubs I'm not in.

- Ha, ha, ha.
- (laughs)

You know who else could talk
about the clubs he's not in?

- Brian Schlesinger. (laughs)
- Ah, ha, ha.

Keep dreaming, guy. Right?

Okay, I'm done. Bye.

In you go. Now we rebury.

(grunting) This is gonna work.

Take that, Tammy's dumb capsule.

TAMMY: Uh, what are you doing?

(gasps) Tammy.

And Jocelyn, also.

Wait, why do you have
a shovel? Oh, my God.

You were gonna take the tickets.

No, we weren't. Oh, yeah, we were.

- (chuckles)
- I should be mad, but you know what?

You saved us a lot of digging.
Let's have those tickets.

- Or what?
- Or I'll say you stole them.

Which you would only know if
you were trying to steal them.

Oh, which you would only
know if you were trying

- to steal them first.
- Which you would only know...

Wait, I'm lost.

This shovel's heavy.
I'm gonna put it down.

Should I tai chi them out of here?

Fine, Tammy, we give up. Just take them.

- Louise!
- She outsmarted us, Tina.

Let's go, Jocelyn.

And could you guys put
away our shovel for us?

- Thank you.
- Well, I guess that's it.

Except for one thing. Those
weren't the real tickets.

- These are.
- What?

I made a few extra fakies for
just-in-case-kies. (laughs)

- Good thinking.
- So, let's go the show!

Yeah. Wait, um...

Oh, you mean, put them in my capsule.

- (laughs): What? No.
- Oh, dear.

Are we not on the same page?
What happened to sister brain?

You said you didn't
want to go to Boyz 4 Now.

Duh, I didn't mean it.
You tried to talk Henry

out of putting his tickets
in your stupid capsule.

Duh, I didn't really mean that.

I just didn't want him
to rush into anything.

But hey, it's what Henry wanted.

He just put them in the wrong capsule.

It's a mistake a lot of
people have been making.

- Don't you want to go?
- Of course I do.

Of course I want to see that song

where they bend over
and pick up your heart.

It's called "Your
Heart Fell on the Floor,

- Let Me Get It for You."
- I know what it's called!

But those tickets
belong in a time capsule.

- So do you.
- Finally, a solution.

(sighs) All right, Tina.

If you feel that strongly, here.

Thanks, Louise. Sorry I had to yell.

(grunts) Would you mind,
uh, saying something

to rev me up again? You know, Hulk me?

- Nope.
- I get it.

(panting): There.

- (exhales)
- Oh, by the way, Tina,

those were fake tickets, too.

I still have the real
ones. Just-in-case-kies.

- Damn it. Give them to me.
- Sure.

Okay. Louise, before I go to
all the work of burying these...

- Are they fake, too? Yeah.
- Son of a bitch.

- How many pairs of fakes do you have left?
- So many.

Um, can I see what the real
ones look like to compare?

(chuckles): No. No, no,
no. Not falling for that.

Oh, well, I gave it my
best shot... (grunts)

- (grunts)
- Let go, Louise.

- No!
- Oh, no, the sod crew.

They're here already. I have
to get these in the ground now.

Too bad, Tina. What're you gonna do?

Maybe tell them to sod off?

I mean, when are you gonna
have a chance like that again?

My God, they're sodding so fast.

I need to get the tickets
buried before they get up to us.

- They're gonna rip, Tina!
- Give them.

Careful, Louise, she's puberty Hulking.

(shouts) Ha! They're mine.

Sure, it's a sacrifice
now, but in 50 years,

when the capsule is
opened, I'll be laughing.

And maybe Boyz 4 Now will
honor the tickets then.

They'll still be around, right?
I mean, not Matt, he'll be 104.

Tina, I'm your sister. Flesh
and blood, here right now.

Are you really gonna choose
people 50 years from now

over your butt and
my butt in those seats?

Well, I...

You can live your life or
you can put it in a box.

Live, Tina. Live.

(sighs) I-I just don't want
my time capsule to suck.

Maybe it's supposed to suck.

Maybe the last one sucked
because kids 50 years ago

had better things to do and
were out living their lives.

Yeah, racing for pinks
and making bathtub gin.

(sighs) You're right.
Let's go to the show.

- Yes!
- Yay, we're all going.

Uh, Gene, there are only two tickets.

That's enough, right?
One, two... darn it!

Hi, bye. Just dropping off backpacks.

We're on our way to
the Boyz 4 Now concert.

Tina's really excited.
Settle down, Tina!

Oh. Right, sorry.

Oh, that's great. How'd you get tickets?

Just managed to dig some up
somewhere. (chuckles softly)

- Ha!
- And I'm not going

'cause I'm excited to spend time
with my two favorite parents.

And you guys can fight
over who loves me the most.

- And go.
- Wait.

Shouldn't one of us
be chaperoning? Not it.

Well, you'd need a ticket, but I guess

you could pay a scalper $300 or so.

Tina, you're in charge. Be safe.

- Have fun.
- LOUISE: Out of the way, Teddy!

- I mean, hi, Teddy!
- Oh, good. You guys are here.

I've got kind of an emergency.

What? What, Teddy?

The Handyman's Jamboree is tonight,

and my friend and colleague Handyman Sam

wrote a song that he
and I have to perform.

"Handyman's Jamboree"?

Yes, Bob, a-and it's a huge deal.

Sam said the song's to the
tune of "On Top of Old Smoky,"

whatever the hell that is.

Bob, do you know it?
Could you whistle it?

Okay. (whistling)

Now, Linda, these are the
words. Would you mind singing?

I-I don't know how it should sound.

(rolling Rs): ♪ I'm
sorry we quarreled ♪

♪ It rips out my heart ♪

♪ Our love is too rare ♪

♪ For us ever to part... ♪

This is what Boyz 4
Now wishes they were.

Eight more verses. Keep going.

- Uh, no.
- Yeah, Teddy, we get it.

We see what you're doing.

(sighs) Okay. Got to come clean.

- There's no Handyman's Jamboree.
- We know.

Handyman Sam is real,
but we're not friends.

I-I just don't want you
to split up over this.

- We're fine, Teddy.
- Yeah, we're not really...

I mean, you guys complete each other.

They're a couple of Jerry Maguires.

- We did sound kind of good together.
- Could this be a thing?

- Should we go to an open mic night?
- TEDDY: Uh...

I don't know about an open
mic, but in the privacy

of your own home, sure.

These aren't genuine tickets, ladies.

- BOTH: What?!
- I see this a lot.

Welcome to the world.
People are garbage.

- I'm so sad.
- (laughs)

- My good man. What's...
- (buzzing)

- happening?
- These tickets are fakes, miss.

Uh, you need to
calibrate your equipment.

- They're real.
- Yeah, real fake.

- Goodbye, innocence.
- But those are the real tickets.

I was so careful. Those
are the real tickets!

- I don't think we're getting in, Louise.
- I don't understand!

If I don't have the
real tickets, who does?

HENRY: Can I see the
washing instructions

- on that glittery T-shirt?
- Henry Haber?

- Susmita? How are you here?
- Oh, hi, Louise, Tina.

Susmita heard about my Titanic
thing and changed her mind.

I never knew Henry could be
that impulsive, and romantic.

So I dug up the tickets
right away and I left fakes

'cause I didn't want to
hurt anyone's time capsule.

It's a victimless crime.

It's not victimless.

You're seeming really intense right now,

so should we just go in?

Can we go over the Boyz's
names again real quick

- for when we meet them?
- Aah!

Well, it's sweet that Henry
and Susmita are back together.

- Mm... - Nope.
- I don't know,

maybe it's kind of nice
the way things worked out.

- Wrong.
- It's not. - Oh, my God.

Oh, they're playing
"Someday We'll Spoon."

♪ Someday we'll spoon ♪

♪ Not anytime soon. ♪
It's about the future.

Kind of perfect, huh, 'cause
of the whole time capsule thing?

Huh? Oh, right.

♪ I'm gonna hold you ♪

♪ When we're much older ♪

♪ Till then I'll gently
touch your shoulder ♪

♪ And if the moment's
feeling right ♪

♪ I'll squeeze your hand to say ♪

♪ Good night ♪

♪ Someday we'll spoon ♪

♪ Not anytime soon ♪

- (whistling)
- (rolling Rs)

♪ Someday we'll spoon ♪

♪ Not anytime soon ♪

(rolling Rs)

♪ I'm gonna hold you ♪

♪ When we're much older ♪

♪ Till then I'll gently
touch your shoulder ♪

♪ And if the moment's
feeling right... ♪

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