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(Frankie) The end of the
school year...

finals, parent-teacher
conferences

and that official teenage
popularity meter...

The yearbooks are out!

- Oh, wow, honey.
- I haven't looked yet.

I ran all the way home so we
could look through it together.

Wanna flip through it with
me and see how many times

- ...I'm in it?
- Sure! That's always fun.

That's never fun.

Class officers, no. Clubs, no.

Other clubs, no.

Every year it's the same.

Poor sue had tried out for God
knows how many things...

(Squeak, thud)

(Marching band playing)

(Thud) And she hadn't
made a single one.

- Oh! Maybe I'm in some of the candids
from the lunchroom. - Yeah, right.

Oh! I think that
might be my shoe.

Well, at least you
have your class photo.

(Turns page)

Wait a minute.

I retook that
picture three times.

I had three photos available!

How did this happen?

This is just not right!

(Sighs) That's okay.

I'm pretty sure that one
in the candids is my shoe.

I'll just get everyone to
sign it by my shoe. (Sighs)

Yeah. I'm pretty
sure that's my shoe.

It is just heartbreaking.

She's so used to failure,

she doesn't even feel
bad about it anymore.

- And you know whose fault that is?
- The yearbook committee?

- No, Mike. Ours.
- Wasn't even my second choice.

We're lazy, Mike.

Oh, no. Not the lazy parent.

We are. We're lazy,
lazy parents.

We just throw 'em out the door
and let 'em fend for themselves.

Wolves take better
care of their young.

So she's an average,
ordinary kid. So what?

Nothing wrong with average.

Ugh. You are so naive.

Average may have been fine
when we were in school,

but it's a new world out there.

Average is the new
below average.

B's are the new c's.
C's are the new d's.

- D's are the...
- Okay, what magazine or lady show can I blame for this?

Look at this.

All these pages,

filled with extraordinary kids
doing extraordinary things...

and you know why?

Because they have parents that
get in there and get involved.

Come on. We hate those
parents. (Sighs)

We make fun of those parents.

Trust me. We have
nothing to worry about.

Our kids are just fine.

Brick may be not be
moving on to third grade.

What? What... what do you mean,
not moving on to third grade?

He's the smartest
kid in the class.

I mean, I'm sure
you're doing your best,

- but... not a real brain trust here.
- Mike.

It's because he hasn't been returning
library books. Are you kidding me?

He's not moving up to third
grade over library books?

That's nuts. The librarian
is invoking statute 482b.

He's gonna have to
resolve it with her.

And please make
sure that he does.

It's been a long year.
(Chuckles)

(Sighs)

I don't think I have a
Sue Heck in my class.

Yes, you do.

We go through this all the time.
You have Sue.

Oh! Here we go. Here's her name.

I just can't seem to place her face.
Does she have red hair? - No, she doesn't.

- Blond and sort of athletic-looking?
- No.

- Is she african-american?
- Do we look like she's african-american?

How about I look in the
yearbook to job my memory?

Oh, don't bother.

We just got the results
of Axl's aptitude test.

You don't gotta
sugarcoat it. (Sighs)

We already had two other
conferences today,

- ...so we're getting pretty used to the drill.
- He tested as academically gifted.

Axl is gifted?

Our Axl?

You calling my son a cheater?

Oh, no. (Chuckles)

Look. He's gifted.
He's brilliant.

(Both exhale deeply)

The problem is,

he's performing far
below his potential.

- He's getting C's.
- Which are the new D's.

It's odd.

We rarely see this kind of gap

between achievement
and aptitude,

except in families

where at least one of the
parents is in prison.

(Sighs)

Hey! Mom, look. I'm using
my history book as a plate.

No cleanup for you.
You're welcome.

We got some pretty interesting
news at your conference today.

Apparently, you're smart.

- I am?
- Yeah. Like, extremely smart.

Wait. You sound mad.

- Your tone isn't really matching the
words you're saying. - That aptitude test you took...

your counselor told us you
scored in the 98th percentile.

Out of how many?

100.

Ha! Told you I was
smarter than you thought.

Good thing you caught me.
I was just about to study.

That would've been a big
waste of time. (Chuckles)

No, you're gonna
start getting grades

that reflect you're smart,
so crack a book...

to you, a plate... get.

- We're gonna be expecting a lot
from you from now on. - Oh, my God.

You find out I'm really smart,
and you're still on me?

I can't please you people!
Aah! Stupid big brain!

So...

How did I do?
How was my conference?

Oh, honey, so great.

Your teacher didn't have one
bad word to say about you.

Yay! She's my favorite teacher.

Heart... breaking.

Breaking, Mike!

(Sighs) You said, "don't worry."

You said, "oh, the kids are fine."

Only took three conferences

to blow your theory
out of the water.

Well, I'm gonna get in there

and help Sue make her
mark at that school.

I'm gonna be the kind
of parent we hate.

Look.

This is what Sue has
been reduced to.

And you and I both know
that isn't even her shoe.

After we told Brick about
his conference,

he agreed to straighten things
out with the librarian,

Mrs. Nethercott, an institution
at Orson Elementary.

There you are, dear.

The adventures of Betsy,
Tacy and darling little Tib.

Oh, I hope you love
them like I do.

Please come back and
tell me what you thought.

Oh, it's you.

Hi, Mrs. Nethercott.
I-is there a problem?

Hmm. Is the a problem?

You know, Brick, when you
first came to this school,

I was so excited to
hear about a little boy

who loved books as much as I do.

It's what a librarian dreams of.

- Thank you.
- Let me finish.

For years I have watched

as you've checked out
book after book after book

and brought them back covered
with syrup and yogurt...

that is, if they even
come back at all.

Look, we can play the
blame game all day.

The point is, I love books.

You say you love books.
I don't think you do.

I love the books in this room
like they're my very own babies.

You have 31 of them out.

31 of my babies.

And I want them back...

all of them...

or you're not going
into third grade.

That's right.
No fractions for you.

No cursive.

No, uh, field trip
to an Amish farm.

You think you can make it

out in the real world
without cursive?

You can't.

Look, you have to accept some
responsibility here.

Shh!

You have until Walt
Whitman's birthday.

Good luck.

Hello, sweetheart. Thank you.

Principal Sholin,

I need to talk to you about
my daughter, Sue Heck.

I know, I know.
You don't know who she is.

But trust me,
she's in the seventh grade,

and she is spirited,
and she is awesome,

and it is ridiculous... no,
tragic, actually...

that she can't be a
part of this school.

Come on. There's only a
week left till summer.

Can't this wait till next year?

No. Why can't there be
some team, some club

that you can get into
just because you showed

doesn't sound like a very good team.
But it would be,

because it would be filled
with people who don't give up...

people like my daughter,
who try and fail

and pick themselves
up and keep on going

and stay positive in
the face of all odds.

My God!

Isn't there a place
in this school

for someone like that?

Guess what?

I, uh, happened to run
into your principal today,

and he told me

that they decided
to change the policy

and make cross-country
a no-cut sport.

No-cut?

No cuts, no tryouts.

All you have to do is
show up on Tuesday,

go around the track a few times,
and you're in!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

(Laughs) I love cross-country!

That's running, right?

Yeah, running.
All you gotta do is run.

I can run! I ran all the way
home from school yesterday,

and I got here so fast.
Imagine how fast I could go

when I'm not holding
a heavy yearbook. Oh!

Imagine how fast I could go when I
have complete use of my arms! Yeah!

(Clatters) I know!

Oh, my God. This is it.

I'm finally gonna
be part of a team.

I know, honey.
We did it! You did it.

Aah! Aah!

(Laughing) Oh! (Laughing) Oh!

I was feeling pretty darn good.

The Heck family was on
the right track.

Sue was practicing for
cross-country...

Brick was slowly but
surely finding

his lost library books...

And Axl was studying
in his room.

Have you checked on
Axl in a while, Mike?

Yeah, yeah. He's doing great.

(Electric guitar
blares in distance)

I'll go check on him.

?

What are you doing?

- What? I was taking a break.
About to start up again. - Put the guitar down.

- You're supposed to be studying for your final.
- I know, but I don't have any study skills,

and those are very hard
skills to learn at my age.

My brain's already formed.

- Maybe if you'd raised me better...
- No more excuses, Axl.

- Now that we know how smart you are,
we're cracking down. - Well, if I'm so smart,

then how come nothing's
sticking in my brain? Seriously.

I gave myself the practice
test while I was on the toilet.

- I got a "D"... and that was with cheating.
- All right. I taught you how to burp the alphabet.

I guess I can teach you
how to study. Come on.

And he did... all night long.

(Blender whirs)

- What is that?
- Make it stop.

Sorry. (Chuckles)

Making a protein shake.
(Chuckles)

Sue, it's 5:30.
What are you doing up?

Training. Gotta get
up bright and early

to get a practice run in before
school starts. (Chuckles)

Oh! Dad, if anyone calls,
can you tell 'em I'm out running

'cause I'm on cross-country n

and that even though I'll be
super busy with cross-country,

I'll call 'em back,
'cause they're still my friends

even though I'll probably have

a lot of new cross
country friends,

and they can come to
my cross-country meets,

and we can go out
for pizza after,

but it'll have to be somewhere
near the cross-country track.

- I'll just say you're not here.
- Okay.

Ah. (Inhales and exhales deeply)

Hmm. All right.
I'm gonna hit the showers.

(Inhales deeply) Mm.

Hey, Axl, you should feel good
about the work you did tonight.

I'm proud of you.

Yep, Mike was feeling good.

I was feeling good.

We were opening doors
for our kids

and letting them run free.
(Leaves rustle)

(Groans) Mom!

(Gasps)

Sue, what happened?

I got hit by a deer.

You hit a deer?

No. I got hit by a deer.

Ohh.

I don't get it.

How does someone
get it by a deer?

How is that even possible?

You think that's bad?

I graded Axl's practice test.

I was up all night
with him studying,

- and he got another "D"...
- Oh. (Sighs)

- Which is apparently the new "F."
- That's great. We did our part, we got involved,

- and it didn't make a damn bit of difference.
- You know what? I don't think it's us.

I don't think we're
lazy parents at all.

I think we're good parents

and that we got stuck
with crappy kids.

That's right.
It's nature versus nurture,

and I... I think more and more
that it's nature. (Sighs)

- 'Course, that would sort of be our fault, too.
- Hey, stop that.

We're good parents,
Frankie. We are.

Uh, school started
three hours ago.

Are either of you gonna take?

Hi, Coach Emerson.

Sorry I'm late.

Chemistry was on
the third floor,

and all those stairs...
Whew! (Chuckles)

- What are you doing here?
- I signed up to be on the team.

- I am a fast healer. My Jersey size is small.
- What's with the foot?

- I got hit by a deer.
- (Laughs) You hit a deer?

No, I got hit by a deer.
(Chuckles)

See, this deer came out
of the woods, and...

Anyway, the doctor said I
should be all good for August

when our season starts.

Sorry.

You're gonna have to make it
around the track five times.

Five times?
But that's impossible.

I'm already a little chafed
and achy under my arms.

Can't I just be on
the team anyway?

- My mom said it was no-cut.
- So you think you can just show up and not do anything?

Well, you know what?
If you want to be on my team,

you're gonna have to make it
around the track five times.

Feel free to sign up next year,
if I'm still here.

It was nice to meet you.

(Exhales deeply)

(Inhales deeply)

I had you for math last year.

Huh?

You didn't just meet me.

I had you for math last year.

I am Sue Heck,

and I had you for
math last year!

This one's a little sticky.

Can you prove it wasn't like
that when I checked it out?

(Sighs) Okay, Brick.

Looks like they're all here.
Somehow you managed to do it.

See you in third grade, Mrs. Nethercott.

Well, well, well.
What have we here?

Seems like we're still
missing one book after all.

This little piggy didn't come home,
did it, Brick?

Oh, and it's a big,
expensive reference book.

It's an atlas.

But I already searched
my entire house.

Well, where could it be?

If only you had a
map to find it.

You have until

sir Arthur Conan Doyle's
birthday to get it here,

otherwise,
see you in second grade.

(Whispers) Second grade.

Have you guys seen
a book this big?

- How would you even get a book that big home?
- I don't know.

Did I even bring it home?
I have no idea!

Now are you gonna help me,

or am I gonna repeat
second grade? (Sighs)

- Hey, how'd the test go?
- I either rocked it or failed it.

Or... somewhere in the middle.
I can't tell anymore.

- What do you mean, you can't tell?
- I just can't tell, okay?

Now that I know I'm a genius,
there's just so much pressure!

You studied for one night.

People burn out. It happens.
This kid who sits behind me,

he used to do really well on
those aptitude test things,

but he totally crapped out
this year. He was crying.

- His parents came in, and they were crying.
- So the kid who sits behind you

used to do well on
the aptitude test

- ...but then suddenly did bad on it?
- Yeah, this smart kid, Alan Heung,

and he was on this track to do
all these advanced classes, but...

So the kid who sits behind you
is named Alan Heung,

and he used to do well,
but he bombed out,

and you usually bomb out,

and now suddenly
you're a genius?

Yes, that Alan Heung!
Are you deaf?

- Now butt out and go look for your stupid books!
- So assuming you're seated alphabetically,

then it'd be safe to assume if
there was some sort of paper

with the aptitude scores on it,
that your name and score

would be right next to Alan
Heung's name and score?

God, Brick, how am I supposed to know?
Do I work in the office?

Okay.

I'm starting to get
what you're saying.

Go through it one more time.

(Beep)

Well, that explains it.
The scores were switched.

You got a...

well, numbers don't
mean anything.

The point is, you're our son,
and we love you.

Oh, it means something.

It means I am completely
living up to expectations.

I am operating at complete capacity.

Yes!

(Yawns)

(Telephone rings)

Hello?

Hey, Carly.

What?

(Vangelis' "titles" from
"chariots of fire" playing)

- (Gasps) How's she doing?
- She's gone around four times.

She only has to make
it around one more lap,

and she makes the team.

(Engine rumbles)

?

Should we stop her?

Absolutely not. Go, sue!

?

(Panting) I can do it.

I can do it.

Things are starting to look up for me!
(Thunder crashes)

Ohh.

Oh, come on!

Ohh.

She just keeps going.
Where does she get that from?

From me. I never give up.

You give up all the time.
You gave up this morning.

You're right.

As I was saying that sentence,

I almost gave up and
stopped talking.

You can do it! Lookin'...
Pretty good. (Thunder crashes)

?

(Splat)

(Exhales deeply)

Come on, you can do it,
Barb! Barb!

(All) Barb, Barb, Barb,
Barb, Barb, Barb!

It's Sue!

(All) Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue!

(Snap)

(Gasps)

(Thunder rumbles)

(Grunts)

Come on! Go!

You can do this!

(Frankie) Whoo!
(Brick) You can do this!

(Laughs)

Barb, finish line's up here!
Come on!

(Pants) Oh.

That's okay. I got it. I got it!

Yeah, you can do this! Come on!

(Brick) Yeah,
you got it! You can do this!

Whoo! Whoo! Yeah!

Ohh.

(All cheering)

(Brick) Yeah, that was amazing!

She did it.

Sue did it.

You okay?

Sue finally made something.

Sue made the no-cut
cross-country team.

I've never been
morer proud of.

Oh, ow, ow, ow,
ow! Not under the arms!

Okay, okay, okay.

Aah! (Laughs)

?

I'll see you in August.

Aah! Whoo!

Yeah!

And guess what?

Our lucky break
didn't end there.

The next day, Axl came home
with his world history test

and the best grade of his life.
"B"-minus! I got a "B"-minus, people! (Laughs)

And brick found a way to
make it to third grade...

by checking out the same atlas
from the municipal library

and returning it to
the school library.

See you in the fall, Mrs. Nethercott.

I hear third graders get
to come to the library

even more often.

(Sighs)

(Clicks tongue)

(Sighs)

And that night,
we celebrated it all...

Sue making the no-cut team,

Brick moving up to third grade,

Axl's "B"-minus.

So what I did was, I slept
through science and English,

- so I was completely refreshed for my history test.
- So I got a practice schedule and a parent phone tree.

(Frankie) You did? Already?
That's quite a good plan there.

Can you believe it? Yeah,
a phone tree! Wow...

I know it may not seem
like much to celebrate.

The truth is,
maybe we are just average.

But the way I see it,

families where parents
get up every morning

and go to jobs that are hard

so they can get their kids
through school and through life

and struggle to make it all work

and manage to do it with
dignity and a little humor...

well, that's not average.
That's extraordinary.

(Speaking indistinctly)

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