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(Leaves rustle)

(Crow caws)

Peter: Whatever, buddy.

Riley: Easy all-star.

Armstrong: Great pace, guys. Two kilometers to go.

Riley: Give it up. You can't beat me!

Peter: Oh yeah? Watch me.

(Laughs)

(Laughs)

(Grunts)

Oh!

(Pained grunt)

(Coughs)

(Pained groan)

Are you all right, man?

Finish your run, man, I'm fine.

Yeah, you look fine.

Here, let me help.

It's like a mile away to school.

Students: (Hum of chatter)

If you had guts,

you'd try out for cross country.

Ehn. I'm not into the whole sports thing.

Too full of guys like you.

Ha. Well, if you change your mind,

the first team meeting starts in ten minutes.

Mia: Hey, Riley.

Picking on Peter?

I'm helping him.

All-star here got into a scuffle

with a tree root.

The root won.

You okay?

I, uh, thought you could walk me home.

My fitting's not for another hour.

Uh, actually, I was gonna go to the cross country meeting.

Oh. All right.

I'm... sure I can get there on my own.

Turning down a hot model like that?

That's cold.

I just got my heart stomped on, dude.

I'm not sure I'm ready to get back in the game.

Yeah, I hear you.

What, you got girl troubles?

Always.

♪♪

♪ Whatever it takes ♪

♪ I know I can make it through ♪

♪ If I hold out ♪

♪ I know I can make it through ♪

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ Oh! Oh! Oh! ♪

♪ Be the best ♪

♪ The best that I can be ♪

♪ Whatever it takes ♪

♪ I know I can make it ♪

♪ I can make it ♪

♪ I can make it through ♪

♪ Whatever it takes ♪

♪ I know I can make it through ♪

And, now, for some electrifying vegetable experiments.

Now you may remember

their shock value from grade school,

but for our next unit,

we're gonna explore the science behind them.

Partner up.

Danny, partners?

And let you ditch the assignment

for your new girlfriend?

Dude, she's not my girlfriend.

Anyway, she has a shoot this week.

I got nothing but free time.

Too late anyway, dude,

my wide receiver already gave me the nod.

Peter: Derek.

Project at the party pad?

Uh, partners with Bruce.

Bash brothers!

Riley: Well, it looks like we're stuck with each other.

You as bad a scientist as you are a runner?

Science?

It's like a whole forest of tree roots

waiting to trip me up.

Oh, great. Two idiots together.

We're totally gonna fail.

Bince: Here's your pickle, gentlemen.

You'll present on Wednesday.

Both: (Laugh)

All right, guys,

the deadline to enter your robot

into bot wars is this Friday.

(Excited) Ooh! Fingers crossed!

All right. This is the moment of truth.

Alli: So, KC, this article says

you can tell everything about a guy

from his underwear.

Boxers or briefs?

(Sparks crackle)

(Stifled chuckle)

Alli's one track mind strikes again.

Alli: It's not my fault the mere mention of undergarments

makes Clare quake.

You're talking about underwear in media immersion

and I'm the one with the problem?

Our robot won't be ready by Friday,

unless... we work every night this week.

My house? After school?

(Bored sigh)

Or we could work at Connor's?

No.

Why not?

We always work at Clare's.

Which is why we should switch it up.

But we always work at Clare's.

Got you the first time, Connor.

Now, why don't you go ask your godfather, Mr. Simpson,

whether we can visit your casa tonight?

Aren't you guys the least bit curious

what a teacher's house is like?

(Bell rings)

Don't be mad, Clare. I was kidding.

You're not a prude.

At least not a total prude.

Is all forgiven?

Isn't it always?

Announcement: Attention, students.

Would all trumpet players please report to the band...

Peter: Bah!

Mia: I told you not to do that.

I'm just trying to put some color in your cheeks

for the big shoot.

Well, it's been postponed.

So do wanna go to a movie or something?

Yeah. Sure.

Oh... oh, I forgot.

I have to do a project with Riley.

Should I be jealous?

(Sarcastic) Ha. Yeah. Right.

Why don't you just hang out with us?

Meet us at the break room after practice.

And then you can walk me home afterwards?

Definitely.

'Kay.

Clare: Press left, Connor.

Connor: I am pressing left.

Last time I pressed left, it went left.

Why isn't it working?

the motor must be in backwards.

We're gonna have to break it open

and start from scratch.

Then I need brain food.

Why don't you show me where you keep the peanut butter?

Hey Connor, where's your restroom?

Upstairs. Second door on your right.

I have to go to the bathroom, too.

It's the second door on the right.

What're you doing? You can't go in there!

It's our teacher's bedroom. Aren't you curious?

(Huffs)

Looks like every other bedroom I've ever seen.

Now, close the door.

Oops! I dropped my pen.

There it is.

Hurry or we'll get caught.

I don't have one of these in my bedroom.

A vibrator.

(Thud of ascending footsteps)

Uh, we were...

Looking for the bathroom.

(Half laughs) I was fourteen once.

So? Did you find any of Mr. Simpson's deep,

dark secrets?

Come on, why don't you girls come downstairs

and I'll give you something to eat.

(Pool balls clack)

Riley: Oh! Prepare to lose again.

Heh.

Remind me, what this have to do with your science project?

We're playing to see who has to give the presentation.

You've been playing for an hour.

Well, it's a best of seven series

and we're tied at three.

Go. Your turn, all-star.

Shouldn't you actually do the project,

so we can leave.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Not to be a cliche or anything,

but I actually need my beauty rest.

Yeah, yeah, we'll get to it in a sec.

I just gotta show Riley who's boss.

Okay, so, eight ball, corner pocket.

(Whack of cue, pool balls clack)

(Smug chuckle)

All right, science time?

Ah, come on, best of nine?

You never learn.

(Chuckles)

(Low hum of chatter)

Peter: Why is a giraffe's neck so long?

'Cause its head's so far away from its feet.

Boys: (Chuckling)

That's not funny, man.

It's not funny. Stop it.

Hey, do you wanna have lunch together?

Uh, I was gonna eat with the guys.

Riley's pretty funny. You can come with us.

And be the third wheel again?

I thought maybe we could have lunch,

just us. Together.

Or if you wanna spend more time with Riley,

don't let me stop you.

No, it's just...

We're not official, right?

Like, we can eat lunch with other people.

Sure. Whatever you want.

Mia...

I don't have many guy friends.

I get it.

It's more fun to hang out with the boys.

Just call me when playtime's over,

all right?

Take this thing. I don't want it.

What if you were with a guy and he wanted to get you one?

That won't happen because I'm not having sex until I'm married

and I would never marry someone

who wanted to own something like that.

What are you doing?

We have to find a way to sneak that back.

I just want to see how it works.

Pretend it's a robot.

(Clicks vibrator on, soft humming)

I don't get it. That's all it does?

How is that a sex toy?

You really don't know?

(Vibrator clatters and rattles along floor)

(Vibrator whirs)

Jane: Uh, does this belong to you?

Alli and Clare: It's her's.

Do you have one of these?

Clare: Alli!

Ignore her.

Uh... not this model.

Hey, solo sex is normal.

Lots of people do it. No need to feel guilty.

Have you ever... You know?

Have I ever what?

(Inaudible whisper)

Ewww! Why would someone do that?

(Machines and weights clank)

Riley: Whoa! Easy on the weight.

Don't wanna sprain anything.

Gotta get in shape for cross country.

Wanted to see if all sports guys

are as obnoxious as you.

Gives me more opportunities to leave you in the dust.

Dude, I was one root away from victory.

You must be serious.

I've never seen you in here outside of gym class.

Mia was on my case. Had to blow off some steam.

Thought I'd put that energy into training.

See, like, I invited her out last night, right?

But apparently it didn't count

because we weren't alone or whatever.

But it's all worth it

'cause she's some super-hot model.

Ah... I guess.

But relationships, you know...

I'm not sure I need the hassle.

Hey, you wanna spar?

You like boxing?

I have boxing on my game console.

You wanna get outta here?

You mean skip class?

Unless you're scared.

Hey... I was born to skip.

Peter: (Chuckles)

Took lessons as a kid.

My dad thought it would toughen me up.

Any lessons my dad took me to

were to get me out of the house.

He can't be too terrible, this place is killer.

Yeah, he pays for this place

specifically to keep me out of his house.

Oh, that's rough.

Ehn, it has its benefits, I guess.

Oh-ho! Oh! Five to none.

Maybe you should stick to pool or track.

I can do this.

I don't know, maybe with some training

from an expert.

Oh yeah?

Here, we'll start with the basics.

Now you stand...

With your feet shoulder-width apart.

'Kay.

All right.

Now move your left foot forward.

Remember, keep your hips square

like your shoulders.

So, like... this?

Ooh-hoo.

Both: (Laugh)

(Forced exhale)

See, that's why you're losing.

You gotta keep your hands up near your face.

Closer.

They gotta almost touch your cheek.

Peter: Whoa! Dude?

(Awkward grunts)

(Stunned breath)

(Low hum of chatter)

Hey. I really wanted to see you.

What happened to your boyfriend?

I think I haven't shown you how into you I am.

Whoa, don't suck too hard,

she needs those lungs to cheer.

Mia: (Stammers) What are you...

(Half laughs) What's gotten into you?

I just realized...

I'm kinda ready to be official,

if you are.

You wanna hang out?

Like now? Class starts in ten.

But we can hang out for lunch.

Sounds good.

You're sure you're okay?

Can't a guy kiss his new girlfriend?

(Half laughs) Okay.

(Relieved breaths)

the "i" denotes an imaginary number.

Thank you, Connor.

(Hum of vibrator whirring)

Miss Edwards, you know the school's policy

about cell phones, right?

I don't have a cell phone, sir.

(Vibrator whirring)

Well, then what's...

Class: (Laughs)

It's a robot for our project.

When do you think I was born?

Depends. How old are you?

Class: (Laughing)

They pass through the bulb, powering it,

and then into the zinc on the other side,

to start the reaction again.

Um, this repeats, creating a current.

Thanks. That was "eye" opening.

And now we see the potential for alternative energy sources.

Maybe one day a potato field

could be a major source of electricity.

Exciting stuff!

All right, Mr. Stone. Mr. Stavros.

You've got about a minute 'til the bell.

So get to the good stuff.

All right.

Uh, the pickle is infused with sodium-chloride,

so when the electricity arcs across the pickle,

it excites the sodium ions.

When the electrons fall back into a stable orbital,

the sodium emits a yellow light...

And...

the pickle glows.

Derek: Ha! Riley made Peter's pickle glow.

Class: (Laughing)

(Bell rings)

Bince: Tomorrow? More...

Peter: Dude...

Maybe we should talk.

I got nothing to say to you.

Shep: Now, there's no school policy to cover this one,

so the good news?

We can all put this incident behind us.

My daughter gets her hands on this filth

and we're supposed to put it behind us?

I wanna know what students

bring something like this to school!

It's not yours?

(Awkward stammer) Of course it's... Not mine!

Oh, for heaven's sake!

I um...

I bought it. It's mine.

Sounds like you two have a lot to talk about.

Let's go.

Mom, why won't you look at me?

I don't wanna discuss this now.

I'm sorry.

You're not having sex, are you?

Of course not.

Then why would you be interested

in a thing like that?

I barely know what it's for,

but everyone at school does.

I am tired of being the odd one out.

Time for you to go back to class.

(Hum of chatter)

Peter: So you're good with being more official now?

Mia: Sure. If you're not gonna change your mind again.

I'm not.

And if your boyfriend doesn't object...

Ugh!

What?

I'm sorry, I was just kidding.

I know, it's just...

Riley kinda kissed me.

Wait, football Riley? Like...

On the lips?

Yeah.

Have you talked to him since?

No, and I keep wondering

what I did to lead him on.

Maybe it's not about you, maybe it's about Riley.

What about him?

You liked being his friend, right?

That shouldn't change because he's gay.

Maybe he needs you to be a friend.

Mm.

I guess.

So, if we're official, I guess PDA is okay?

(Chuckles)

(Knock on the door)

You're not a bad person, Clare.

I'm sorry if I overreacted.

After what happened to Darcy,

(sighs) I worry about you girls.

But you're not protecting me by not talking about it.

Guess I never expected you to be interested in sex toys.

But I'm, I'm not. I just...

Not in using them.

But I am curious about other things.

Okay.

Then let's talk about them.

Hey, man, it's cool.

The thing the other day, it's cool.

I mean, I'm not into you like that,

but, you know,

I like hanging out with you, so...

If you're gay, it's cool with me.

I don't know what you're talking about.

At my place? the kiss?

Nothing happened, man. I'm straight.

Maybe you should talk to someone.

-My mom was saying... -I told you!

Nothing happened!

Got it? (Punches locker)

(Exhales)

Guess what?

There's a posting about you on the anti-grapevine.

How'd it go with the parental unit?

My mom answered most of my questions.

It was informative.

And awkward?

Unquestionably.

My mom would never talk to me about that kind of stuff.

Ever.

Have you really never, you know...?

I think that's just for me to know.

If there's nothing wrong with doing it,

then why can't we talk about it?

I don't know.

Starting with sex toys early, little Edwards?

What would Jesus say?

That masturbation is normal

and no one should be embarrassed about it.

Really.

And, if you tried it once in a while,

maybe you wouldn't be so mean.

Students: (Chuckling)

Announcement: Attention, students...

Bruce: Going for a little jog, are you?

A prance through the woods?

Well, yeah, I am.

Keeps me in shape for football,

so I can make up for all your fumbles.

Oh, snap.

(Chuckling)

So I decided to tryout.

Any tips?

Yeah. Run fast.

All right.

Well, if you hear any footsteps behind you,

watch out.

Tryout if you want,

but don't go sneaking up behind me in the woods,

all right, fag?

Hey, you're the one who's...

Who'll be eating my dust anyway,

so don't even worry about it.

All right. See you out there.