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- Keep your eyes out, he's amazing.

- We've got two in the trees.

- There he is, boys.

- Charge! - Incoming.

- Maybe we should rethink this.

- Stick around, guys.

- He did this to me last time.

I told you guys. - Lucky shot.

-It's not that hard. I can show you.

Just hold down "B"--

- Don't show them anything.

You are Q, the best.

You guys should all kneel before this guy.

- Do trolls have knees?

- Where'd it go?

- Should we go easy on them?

Beginner is written all over their faces.

- There's something on my face?

- Multiplier? - Check it out.

- This is the hardest trick to do.

- You missed. - Here it goes.

- Oh, no.

Mommy!

- Sorry, guys, you're... you're all dead.

- Quincy!

Breakfast.

- Pancakes. No, waffles.

Please say waffles. Please say waffles.

What is it? - Waffles.

- Yeah! Wendell? - Yeah?

- Got to go. - Wait, wait, wait.

♪ What time is it? ♪

♪ It's waffle time What time is it? ♪

♪ It's waffle time What time is it? ♪

♪ It's waffle time What time is it? ♪

- Morning, dad. - What?

You're gonna be late for work again.

- Relax.

Mrs. Chen and I have an understanding.

- Here's a little snack if you get hungry.

- He doesn't need any food, he works in a restaurant.

- Thanks, mom. You're the best.

- Bye, dad. You're okay, too.

- Go to work. - Go to work!

- I love you.

- Watch it!

♪ Always the lucky one ♪

- Did you guys order Chinese?

♪ See it on my face The days are so much fun ♪

- Aw, dude.

- He's just too good.

- Dude, you are Q.

♪ Always the lucky one ♪

- Deliver food, no play video games.

♪ Always the lucky one ♪

♪ It always goes my way ♪

- Oh, yes!

♪ The days are so much fun ♪

♪ Always the lucky one ♪

- Honey, we need to talk!

We're not sure how to say this, Quincy, but--

- We're moving to Florida. - What?

- Ow!

- What do you mean we're moving to Florida?

- Sweetie, it's what the aging do.

We've found a wonderful place called fancy acres.

It's got two pools and a golf course.

- And no kids. Of any age. - But I--

- Quincy, we're selling the house.

We have 30 days to get out, and so do you.

- What am I supposed to do?

- Quincy, you got to get your own place.

- I don't want my own place.

I finally got this basement looking perfect.

I have very specific lighting needs and acoustics.

- Look, Quincy, you've been living here

your whole life for free.

Didn't you save any money?

- Yes and no.

- Well, which is it?

- Yes. I saved no money.

- Come on, penny. Let's go.

- Hey, hey. Come on. Wait, wait.

There's got to be some way I can keep you

from selling this house.

What if--what if I buy it?

- I'm serious.

No, I'm serious.

How much?

- One hundred seventy five thousands.

- Dollars?

- I can't believe your parents would do this to you.

You are a video game genius.

You're an artist.

-I know. I know! Ahh!

I gotta go. I'm gonna freak out.

I'll call you later. - Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- What?

- I got it. I got it.

"Black hole." It's this new game.

They've got a big tournament to coincide with the launch.

- The history of the universe is about to change forever.

The largest black hole in the cosmos

has created a portal to a secret universe

known as Dredakei. - This is awesome.

- Has a new world been born, or has an invasion begun?

Who do you believe?

Whose butt will you kick?

- Grand prize, $175,500.

- Are you kidding? - Mm-hmm.

I could pay off the house and still have enough money

left over for that vibrating gaming chair.

-

Guess what's in the box. No, you're wrong.

Try $175, 500.

This house is mine.

Ahh.

Let's take this puppy for a spin.

What do we got here?

- Cool.

- Hey, how cool is this?

- Whoa!

Okay, what are we doing?

Got you.

Uh-oh.

- Not the claws, dude!

- Huh?

- Bad move.

- Ha!

Ha ha ha!

Dude, ow.

- Hey, that's my butt. - Yes!

Come on, guys. This is way too easy.

I need some practice here. Help me out.

- Dude, why? You're gonna win this contest.

We're just here to watch you, man.

There's got to be someone out there who can give me a workout.

I'm in my own gaming lair. I can do this all day.

All night.

Oh, is this prodigy afraid to get his little hands dirty?

Hello? Your silence reeks of cowardice.

Allow me to give you some deodorant.

What?

- Check it out. Prodigy's, like, good.

Oh!

- Who is this guy?

Oh, come on.

Give me my targeting back.

Give me my targeting back.

I can't target.

What the--Ow!

Okay.

What the...

What?

No, no, no, no.

No way, dude. My finger slipped off the--oh!

- Game over. - No!

Rematch.

- Oh!

Think you're so clever?

Get out of this.

Hey! That's impossible.

- Game over. - Here we go.

Okay. All right.

No, no. Hey!

What are you do--aah! Aah!

- Game over.

No!

I am not playing this stupid game ever again.

Okay, prodigy, look, everybody knows I'm the best.

And you're showing a lot of potential.

Why don't we team up? Together we can defeat--

why won't you just talk to me?

Just talk to me, please.

What are you doing? No.

What did you do? Wait.

Aw, you put my head on my butt.

- Game over.

- Who are you?

- Mom, why are you doing the laundry

in the middle of the night?

- It's morning, Quincy.

- The inspector's coming to look at the house.

It's time to start packing.

- I just don't get it.

This guy Prodigy, he's terrorizing me.

He must cheat, because I can't beat him.

My life is over.

Look at this monster laughing at me like something's funny!

What's so funny? I don't know.

Stop it! What?

- Oh, he's not a real monster, he's just some normal person

out there, like you, who enjoys playing video games.

- If I can find out who prodigy is in real life,

I can discover his weaknesses,

learn what makes him tick, you know.

Hey, do you think you can find out where he lives?

- Oh, dude, yeah. Piece of cake.

All right, um, let me see here.

There's prodigy's I.P. address from "black hole."

Hey, you don't think this is a little weird,

tracking down some dude in a video game?

- Hey, he's not some dude.

He's my sworn enemy.

He's trying to take away my basement, my home,

my very reason for living.

- Okay, okay, yeah, you're right.

All right, here it is.

Oh, check it out.

623 Primrose Lane right here in San Francisco.

- Wendell. - Yeah?

- Can I sleep on your couch?

- Oh, no way. Oh!

The mighty Q in my house?

We're gonna tear it up. I love this plan!

♪ Mighty Q in my house Say what ♪

♪ Mighty Q, he's coming ♪

- Bill, that's my lunch.

- Attention! We have no ice cream!

- Honey, they don't have ice cream.

- Ask him if they have sorbet.

- Do you have sorbet?

- We have no ice cream.

- Q! Report to the ice cream truck!

- Yeah!

- Get in! I can't stop!

- Whoa! Whoa!

- We will have gelato.

- No ice cream!

- He won't stop! Stop!

- Ahh, you drive an ice cream truck,

people just make assumptions.

Hmm. Anyway...

The man, the myth, the mighty Q is in my truck!

I can't believe it!

- Hey, good to meet you in person, bro.

Finally.

So, uh, what next?

- Prodigy's house. - Wait, what?

No, no, no. What? We're going there right now?

- Oh, yeah. Yeah! - No!

- We're gonna use the ninja's number one weapon

against it--the element of surprise.

It's stealth and--and, like, fear.

- Yeah.

- Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!

- Attention, kids, we have no ice cream.

- What? - Really?

- We're all out! - Oh, man!

- You stink, mister.

- All right, time to meet thy enemy.

- Yeah, but what am I supposed to say,

"Hi, I'm Q, can my nemesis come out and play?"

- You'll think of something.

If you need backup, call me.

- You think I'll need backup?

- No! You're Q! You're invincible!

- Right, right. I'm Q.

I'll think of something. No problem.

No problem.

Hi. I'm selling encyclopedias.

Just in case, you know, the entire internet breaks down.

Hello. Is the gamer of the house home?

Congratulations! You've won a free--a free thing.

- Mom, your internet date is here!

Come on in. She's not ready yet.

Who?

My mom. You're her date, right?

- Game over. - Yes.

- Right. She'll be right down.

- Okay.

- Don't steal anything.

I counted the silverware.

-

- Why so angry?

Take it out on someone your own size.

Come on, dude.

Ow!

That looked great. Thanks.

You think you can bring your pathetic little game

into my house? Prodigy's coming for you.

Ouch. I bet you didn't know your hammer

could fit up there, did you?

Ha!

Gaah...

- Go for big dub.

- Prodigy is a little girl.

I repeat, prodigy is a little girl.

- Yeah! That's the kind of trash talk I want to hear.

Now kick his butt.

- No! I mean literally!

- No way. Girls are horrible at video games.

I know! We have entered an alternate universe

and I want to get out!

- Hey, hey, hey, dude...

If you bail now, there's no going back.

You're on the inside now.

Know thy enemy.

- What am I supposed to do?

She thinks I'm her mom's internet date.

- Perfect. Perfect.

Take her out.

- No. I am not going on a date.

I'm not good on the date thing!

- Do you want to keep your house or not?

-

- Hold on.

Dude, we got a code red.

I think I see bachelor number 2.

-

Wendell!

Wendell!

- Hyah!

- Hello.

- Mi juh!

- Excuse me.

- Hadu kuh!

- Please stop.

Huh.

- Hyah!

- So...

You do this a lot?

- Online dating.

- This is my first time.

- My mom's the first person who agreed to go out with you?

- Of course not.

Lots of women want to go out with me.

Ladies love me.

- So you're a womanizer.

- No. What? Dude!

- You're not my mom's type.

- Well, what's your mom's type?

- Rich. Handsome. Employed.

Five guys proposed to her before she met my dad.

She turned them all down. - Good to know.

- I just don't want you to waste your time or my mom's.

She works with surgeons, and you're wearing

a plastic Spongebob watch.

- Don't you have anything better to do,

perhaps some kind of video game

that you have special techniques for?

- Hi! I'm Tracy.

You must be Brian? - Quincy.

Brian's my middle name.

I use it online for privacy purposes.

- Why? So people can't track down your criminal record?

- Ha ha. Chris, be nice.

So, I will be home before 10:00,

and if you could just work on your science project

like you promised, honey.

Why bother? I'm just gonna get an "F" anyway.

Ingleby hates me.

- Chris, sweetie, you remember, you promised, right?

- Fine.

- Sorry. So, where are we going?

- Let's do this.

-

- You're too slow, man.

We need to set a perimeter, re-engage via rear-guard action.

- What?

- We gotta go behind him!

- Come on!

- Go, go, go, go, go!

- So you never told me what you do for a living.

Sure I did. I mean, on my profile.

No, you just said you're doing what you love.

Behind you!

- How was dinner?

- Dude, she's asking about my job.

What do I tell her?

- Oh, job, job. Yeah, I'm on it.

Uh, for now, just tell her, uh, you're a yoga master.

I don't care about any of that.

What is my job?

- There you are!

- Just on the phone with my job.

- You're a--a...

Home Ec teacher?

I'm a Home Ec teacher?

Really?

You must love kids.

You know, seeing you shoot all those kids

really made me appreciate what you said earlier

about taking Chris' games away.

Sometimes you gotta be the bad guy.

Yeah, well, it might actually happen on its own.

I mean, we kind of have this deal.

She gets one more "F" it's no more video games.

- Hey, lady!

- Oh!

- You shot my date?! - Ha!

- Nobody shoots my date!

I'll get you!

hmm...

♪ Come on, baby Come on, come on ♪

- Hey, look at you. That's looking great.

Thanks. So, can I assume that your date

was sufficiently mortifying?

- Actually, it was kind of fun.

- You like him?

- You would be surprised sometimes

who you end up connecting with.

You know, maybe Quincy isn't as--as stylish

or as smooth or as handsome or coordinated

as the guys I normally date, but, look,

it hasn't gone that well with them, right? So...

- So date the guy with the fashion sense of cat barf.

- Oh...you need more blue.

Okay, so he wears t-shirts.

He's--he's honest. He's not a poser.

He's kind of real.

- As in not imaginary?

Way to set your standards high, mom.

- All right, what do you think?

- You are a fine artist of underwater scenes.

- Thank you. So are you.

That fish is amazing.

Thank you. Not a fish.

- So I was thinking about, uh, inviting him over for dinner.

- You're kidding me.

- That was insane.

Ha ha ha!

We're like two spies, you know?

Ha ha! And you--that must have been terrible,

to be stuck on a date with the beast that birthed prodigy.

Yeah, it was pretty... terrible.

You pulled it off, though.

And we've got our mission.

If prodigy gets another "F," it's sayonara to gaming,

and my basement is as good as mine.

- Life is good, my friend.

Hold on. - Whoa!

Welcome to La Casa De Wendell.

What are you, James Bond?

Ha. More like double-L awesome.

Mm!

-

Right?

- Wow. This place is...

wow...

Yeah.

Well, let me give you the grand tour.

Over there we've got the whole...

-

I am tired. Can I--

is there someplace I can sleep?

Anywhere? - Oh, yeah, yeah. I got you.

This is all you. All right.

They told me it was a sleeper.

- Oh, yeah.

Taking a little dip before your first day, huh?

- What are you talking about?

Your first day.

You teach Home Ec now, remember?

- That was real? -

- You know, I'm amazed that we were able to get

a new Home Ec teacher here on such short notice.

I had no idea that Harvard had a Ph.D. Program in Home Ec.

- Yeah. It's--it's upstairs in the back of Harvard.

- So, should we call you Dr. Johnson?

- Sure. That'd be fine. Dr. Johnson.

- Excuse me. That's Harvard.

Hello, Harvard?

- Prodigy is in the building.

She's heading toward you.

- Where are you?

- Look out the window.

- What are you doing?

- I gotta get to work.

Rock the house, buddy.

- What the--

- Just keep cleaning.

- Don't tell me.

You threw together your presentation an hour ago.

- How do you know?

- You don't even know what this is.

- Chris, if you plan on faking your way

through your presentation tomorrow and think you'll pass,

you are sadly mistaken.

- Okay.

- Ouch! Watch it. Walk much?

- Sorry, Cindy.

I didn't see you standing there.

Must have been the glare from your ego.

- Whatevs. Scurry on.

- And you better be supporting me for prom queen, freak.

- Oh! So these are what have been clogging up

all the toilets in the girls' restroom.

-

- Don't laugh at her jokes.

- Oh, I was laughing at something else.

- So, hey, Chris, what's up?

Not bad.

I mean, um, fine, you know...

Come here...

Cindy's a jerk. Don't let her bother you.

Shut up, Sheldon.

Okay. Cool. Copy that.

Hey, I've been playing that game

you were talking about, "Black hole."

You know, technically it should be called worm hole

- because--in the--I'm gonna go. - Yep. Bye.

- Oh, good. Come on.

Uh, okay, class, this is your new teacher,

Dr. Johnson, who was the personal chef

to the queen of Norway.

I'm sure we're all very curious to see how he does.

- Hello, class.

- You? What are you doing here?

- I'm your teacher, here to teach you

about the economics of the home.

What are you guys studying?

Chris? Anybody? What unit--yes?

- Well, we are-- - Mr. Johnson.

- That's Dr. Johnson.

- Oh, you're a doctor now.

- Just recently, yes. - Who plays laser tag?

- Does anybody want to tell me what unit we're on?

- Poultry.

- All right! Turkeys!

- Chickens.

- Chickens!

Right.

You know what?

Every chef needs a good assistant.

So, Chris, why don't you come up here and be mine.

Come right on up to the front.

Don't be shy. Come on.

look at my welcoming hand.

Come on up. I don't bite.

and the chickens are dead.

So, Chris, why don't you show the class

how you prepare a chicken.

- Okay. I'll do that.

- Okay. - Okay, right here.

First,

you gotta stuff the chicken.

- Ah...

excellent work, Chris.

Well, you heard her, class.

Everybody stuff your chickens.

- Thanks, freak.

The guts are gonna ruin my manicure.

- Uh, Dr. Johnson?

- Yeah. - What now?

- Now we have to...

tenderize our chickens.

Just like that.

There you go.

There it is. Go ahead.

Don't be shy.

You'll see. They'll be nice and tender.

Don't worry, I'm a doctor.

Okay. Yeah!

Get into it! Have some fun with it.

Nice! Yeah.

There's the beat.

Yeah! We got a little song going.

♪ What time is it? ♪

♪ It's chicken time ♪

♪ What time is it? ♪

♪ It's chicken time ♪

♪ What time is it? ♪

♪ El pollo time ♪

♪ What time is it? ♪

♪ Bawk! Bawk! Bawk! ♪

♪ What time is it? ♪

♪ It's chicken time Yo, what time is it? ♪

- Uh, time to tenderize the meat.

- Wrong! What time is it, Chris?

- Get a life. - Okay. What time is it? You!

- ♪ It's chicken time ♪ - Yeah!

♪ What time is it? ♪

- All: ♪ It's chicken time! ♪

- ♪ What time is it? ♪

- ♪ It' s chicken time! ♪

- ♪ What time is it? ♪ - ♪ It's chicken time! ♪

- ♪ Put your wings in the air ♪

- ♪ It's chicken time ♪

- ♪ And wave 'em like you just don't care ♪

- ♪ It's chicken time ♪

- Dr. Johnson!

Oh!

-

- Hey.

- Teaching is exhausting.

You have to know things,

which is very difficult for me.

I hit a guy in the face with a chicken.

- A raw chicken. - All right, relax. Relax!

I've got the supplies.

I've located our target.

Tonight we take down prodigy.

Mmm. Blow it up. Blow it up.

Aah! You gotta warn me.

- Sorry.

- Right there. - Ah.

♪ Can someone say summertime? ♪

- Shh! Just hurry up.

I need to learn how to make a reduction sauce.

You know, I don't know why I never learned how to cook

when I was at home. I actually kind of like it.

- Shh! Oh, uhh!

- Okay.

Let's see who our first victim...is.

Given that Ms. Saunders has made a mess

of my classroom with her "project,"

she's first.

- Students: Ooh!

- Subject.

- The effects of pollution on the ocean.

- Not very interesting.

Continue.

- The chemical reaction of the baking soda

and the vinegar

will mimic the damaging effects

of trash

and acid rain

on the ocean and...

- And--and what?

- Basically show how the world might end?

Behold.

- All right.

- Whoa! - Oh!

What the heck?

- Boo-yah!

- Oh, my God.

- Everybody file out and...

Everybody file out now!

- Everything is under control!

- Make your way to the exit!

Don't fool around!

Everybody stop fooling around!

Don't eat the bubbles!

- Oh, my gosh.

- Everybody to the exits!

Whoa!

- Where am I?

- You can't qualify without a computer.

- Did somebody say flunking?

- I get to keep the house!

- Quincy?

- Uh, Tracy?

- Hey.

Who's this?

- Eh...my name...

- Go clean the windows.

- Yes, Mr. Quincy.

- What are you doing here?

- Well, picking up Chris, from school.

What are you doing here?

- Oh! I teach here.

- Home Ec. Yeah. - You're--

- Chris and I were stuffing chickens just yesterday.

- Wait--my Chris?

She's in your class?

how's--how's that?

- Wonderful.

- Good!

- Great! - Yeah.

- So, Home Ec, huh?

- Mm-hmm.

- Did I ever tell you I make a mean Coq au vin?

- I love anything with cocoa in it.

- You're funny.

Maybe I'll make it someday.

You know? Invite you over.

- Honey, are you okay?

- No! - What happened?

- Was that Mr. Ingleby's class?

- Did you just come out-- - Yeah.

- Is he okay? - I don't know.

- They can't find him. - Saunders!

- Oh, no.

He's gonna kill me.

- Finally.

A student who cares!

A-plus, Ms. Saunders!

- That's impossible! To deny!

- That's science, you wimps!

Science!

- Honey, what happened in there? An a-plus? Aah!

- Oh! Oh, Mom, promise I can qualify

for "black hole" now. No more ifs.

- Uh... well, no, if--

- Yes! Ohh!

I'm so gonna kick butt on Friday night,

and then I am going to win.

175,000 and 500 dollars!

175,000 and 500 dollars!

175,000 and 500 dollars!

- 175,000 and 500 dollars.

- Hey... - 175,000 and...

- 175,500 dollars.

- it's okay.

- Great. - 175,500 dollars!

- Aah...

We're finished!

Prodigy's gonna qualify tomorrow night

with her eyes closed!

- Oh, come on, get a hold of yourself.

- Aah!

There was a straw in that!

- Who set 4 World records in one week?

Whose very first game console is bronzed

in the video game Smithsonian?

- There's a video game Smithsonian?

- No, but if there was,

there'd be a giant statue of you outside.

You're Q! You're gonna let yourself get beat

by some little girl?

- Whoa! - Aah!

- That's it!

What is the one thing you absolutely need

to qualify in this tournament?

- Hands. - No.

- Hands... - No.

- Uh, head. - No! Power!

- Oh.

- The qualifiers are online.

prodigy's got a one-hour time slot

to get 100,000 points, right?

We sabotage her then,

she's toast.

- But we would need to get to her computer.

- Mm. It's a good thing one of us

has been invited over to her house for dinner.

- Ah... - No, no, no. No, no, no.

Me.

- All right. I'm on "black hole."

We'll see her the second she starts playing.

- All right. - Put this in your ear.

- Is it working? - I don't know.

- Testing! Testing-- - Aah!

- Can you hear me?

- Hello there.

Welcome to the Saunders residence.

I'm Christina Saunders.

My, what lovely flowers. I just love flowers.

And sunbeams and candy and ponies as well.

Come on in.

Was I nice enough?

- Oh, yes, thank you.

Hi. Oh! Look at this. It's so nice.

You brought-- energy drink.

- The guy at the gas station says it's really good.

- What, are you guys going to the gym?

- I'm so glad you came over. Thank you.

- I did make Coq au vin just like I promised.

Um...okay.

- Hey, make yourself comfy. - Oh, I'm so comfy already.

- Don't get too comfy.

- Christina Jane, what did I just say?

- Dude, you gotta see this place.

I feel like I'm in a perfume commercial.

I think this might be an actual romantic date.

- Dude, no! Are you serious?

- Oh, I'm talking candles serious.

- Is this normal? - Work with me.

Can you put that bread in the oven?

- Yes. - Oh, I'm freaking out.

I'm freaking out.

- Here, here, look.

Just calm down and just focus on the mission.

- Focus. Focus. Focus.

- Focus on what? - What? Nothing.

I was just noticing these apples.

- - Those are wax.

- I know.

- Good luck with the chewing.

I'll be upstairs making history.

- Uh, I am sorry about Chris.

You know, she does mean well.

- That's too bad she can't join us.

- She's such a joy. -

Well, that' s nice of you to say,

but she has locked herself

in her room tonight to play some game,

which I'm afraid is rotting her brain.

But at least we will have some private time.

- You know, you could tell her to watch television instead.

It's much better for you.

- Dude, she's up to 3,000 points.

- Find the fuse box. - On it.

- Huh?

I' m sorry. Babbling.

Um, anyway, sit down. You must be starving.

- That's how I rule.

- Yes!

- Ohh...ha.

Yeah, you know, I worry about Chris sometimes.

It's just...

that she doesn't have a social life

or that she's pushing her friends away.

- You know, I never got a knife.

- Uh, you did. It's right there.

- I mean, like a steak knife,

so I can really cut my food.

- Okay. Um, I'll be right back.

- Okay. - Go, go, go, go! Come on!

- I mean, she's not even interested in the least

in going to proms.

- Oh! Whoa, whoa! Where are you?

What are you doing?

- What's going on? - Power.

- What? - Whoo-hoo-hoo! Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah!

- Turns out it's the same night

as some gaming tournament.

Can you believe that?

I mean, it's the prom.

Oh. Anyway, let's have a toast.

- Mom! The power's out in my room!

- Oh, can you fix it?

- What do I look like, an electrician?

- I don't know. - Yeah.

- Okay, why don't you take my laptop from the kitchen.

- Kitchen. Hey, kitchen. - Fine.

- No, don't let her use the laptop!

Dude, break the laptop!

And throw the laptop out the window!

- I totally forgot what I was going to say.

- How about a toast? - Get to the laptop!

- To the guy at the gas station.

This stuff is awesome.

- - Dude! She's at 75,000.

Get her off the net!

- So you have this really clean house,

a full-time job saving lives.

You're a better cook than my mom.

You're, like...

perfect.

- Oh, thanks, but I'm not perfect.

- Come on. Find the wireless router and do it!

- Shh.

- I didn't say anything.

- Oh. Sorry. The bread. Excuse me.

- Oh!

Ah!

- What? What are you saying?

Are you crying?

- Ow! Ow! Ow!

- Anyway, I am so not perfect, you know?

I--I work too much,

I would love to spend more time with Chris,

but I just feel like my life is one interruption

- after another. - Is the bathroom down the hall?

- Yes. Just down on the right.

- Router! Router! Router!

Wow. Ooh! Ooh-hoo-hoo!

- Router. Router. Router.

Router!

- Ooh! Ooh! Ah ha ha ha ha!

- Flush. Flush. Flush.

- - Ooh!

- Hmm.

-

- Are you okay? - Yeah. Yeah.

You are just so beautiful,

you have literally taken my breath away.

- Oh, dude, please.

- I don't think anyone has said

anything that nice to me

since...

since I was prom queen.

- Mom!

- Our internet's down! - So?

- So I only have 10 minutes left on my time slot.

- Uh-huh, well, isn't it wireless?

Maybe you could borrow it from a neighbor or...

- Actually, that's a really good idea.

- That's genius! Thanks, Mom!

You keep your hands to yourself.

She's a lady.

-

- Dude, she's back online.

She's on the front stoop. She's about to qualify.

- Both: Ahh.

- Uh, please. Just...

- Hello. I can hear you breathing.

- What I have been trying to get at is...

you are different than,

well, anybody I've ever met.

- Really? - Oh, fine.

You want me to do this myself?

Fine. I'll shut off the power myself,

and you just keep staring into her beautiful azure eyes.

- You're smart.

You say weird things, but they're funny.

- Come on, you guys, I'm playing with one hand here.

One hand. Come on.

- You listen, which is huge.

- Sayonara, sucka!

- Prodigy, you have qualified.

- Aah! Uhh!

- What was that?

- Chris, probably.

-

- Whoo! - Hmm.

- Anyway...

this is--this is crazy, but...

I think I,

um, like you.

- You...

- Yes! I qualified!

- Mmm!

- Were you guys about to kiss?

- No.

- Gross.

Mmm!

Good carrots, mom.

- Well, I guess it's, uh...

it's getting pretty late.

- Yeah. I should probably go.

Um, oh, I should really go!

Aah! Thank you for dinner!

- What?

- 14 minutes!

I only have 14 minutes left to qualify!

How could we let this happen?

- We? - I couldn't help it.

You should have seen her.

You know in comics, when they draw, like, Catwoman,

and you think, no girl can look like that.

She looked like that.

- Online!

- Whoo!

Yeah!

Miss!

Aah!

Boo-yah! Whoo!

Aah!

- You can't find me! - Look out for the eba.

His bullets form a shell around you

- and then you're toast. - How do you know that?

- I qualified this afternoon. - What?!

- Check this out.

- ♪ Go, go, go, go ♪ -

- That's you!

That is a cool avatar.

- Whoa!

Easy, Wendell. Oh!

You almost got me.

- You got really good at this.

- What do you think I've been doing

while you've been off fraternizing with the enemy?

- Hyah! I've almost got it!

- Q, you have qualified.

- Whoa! I was close.

I feel like I'm losing my chops.

- Yeah.

That's because it's "know thy enemy,"

not "make out with thy enemy's mommy."

Love and gaming do not mix.

- That's it.

Love and gaming don't mix.

that's how we take out prodigy!

Prodigy is a killer, sure,

but Chris has the same weak spot as any teenage girl.

- She likes unicorns.

- No. Love. Boys.

We need to make her lose her edge

the way Tracy's made me lose mine.

That is, if I were

someone capable of losing their edge.

I still got it. You can see that.

The score speaks for itself.

Look, the very thing we need

to make this work is in a few days.

- What? - The one thing

any normal girl can't resist.

- Ha-ha! Unicorns! Yeah!

- No. Mm-mmm.

The prom.

It's the same night as the tournament.

We are getting Chris Saunders a date to the prom!

- ♪ Go like this ♪

- ♪ Ooh! Go! Go! Go! Go! ♪ - Oh! Forget it!

♪ Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, ♪

Ahhh...ha ha! ??

- I'm sure you're all wondering

why I called you here today.

Who here is ready to take the incredible

and charming Chris Saunders to the prom?

- Huh?

- I'm outta here. I'm outta here.

- What does this mean? Does that mean yes?

- Hey, mom.

- Hi, sweetie. These dolls of yours,

can I remove them from their boxes?

They take up less space that way.

- No! No, no, no! Do not take them

out of their boxes.

That ruins their value.

And they're not dolls, mom. They're collector's items.

- Honey, we need to start packing your stuff.

A nice family wants to buy our house,

and we might have to be out in a week.

- Tell him I'm gonna throw all his toys

in the wood chipper. - No, no, no, no! No, no, no!

I'm going to get the money for the house.

I swear! Don't--

I just--my plan hit a few snags, that' s all.

- Okay, class, today's lesson, fortune cookies.

We're good. Hold up.

-

- Sorry about that.

Now. Whoa!

Sheldon.

Now, I have studied these rare--

--desserts for years now.

We start with our pencils,

paper, icing and cookies.

Sheldon! Stop it.

Write a little fortune on a piece of paper.

Really, really small that you'd like to hear.

Think of a good one. You jam it in your cookie.

Boom, you got a fortune cookie.

Let's get started.

- Oh! Sorry.

- Ash?

- Zastrow, knock it off, man.

- Sorry.

-

Um, Dr. Johnson?

Chris, took my fortune cookie and I want it back.

-

- Freak.

- Hmm.

- Am I in trouble or what?

- No. Although you may get lead poisoning

from eating that note.

Or maybe super powers!

- Well, shows what you know, because pencils

are graphite now, and lead stops super powers.

- Thank you.

- I'd do it again, you know.

- You'd eat more notes?

- Yes.

- You really like Chris Saunders.

- No. - No?

- I love her so much, I could barf out my heart.

- That' s great!

Really gross, but great!

Hey, why don't you ask her to the prom?

- Me?

- Ash, she really wants to go.

- Unlikely. She has her big tournament that night.

- Her mom will make her go.

But it'll be better if she wants to go.

So we're going to need to increase

your cool quotient by at least 50%.

Right now you're at zero.

- Except you can't do that, 'cause by definition,

any percent increase from zero is infinite.

- All right.

Girls expect lines.

And who knows more about romance than the internet?

- Okay. Let's give a couple of these a try, shall we?

Go ahead.

- Uh... are you from Nashville?

Because you're the only ten I see.

- - I don't get it.

You're calling her a ten. It's a compliment.

- But she was born in Oakland. It's geographically inaccurate.

- Next one.

- Uh, if I could rearrange the alphabet,

I would put "U" and "I" together.

How would that...

- The letter "U" is you!

Well, not you, her.

Never mind. Keep going.

Put a little emotion into it, huh?

- Baby, was your father a thief? - Yeah.

- What? - Because he stole the stars

and put them in your eyes.

I'm not comfortable with the criminal motif.

- No talking in the library.

- Ooh!

- Ah! Okay, on a football team,

not only do you immediately get tons of friends...

- Right. - But you get a cool nickname,

like "shell-mageddon"

or "Shel-Shock"!

- But I don't know any of the rules.

- That's what the refs are for.

Just run fast.

And when they come for you, slam on the brakes.

And they'll fly right by you, just like in "top gun".

- Uh, well, what's "top gun"?

- You've never seen "top gun"?

- No talking in the library!

- Ha-ha, you missed!

- Whoa!

- -

-

-

- Oh!

- Well.

I don't know, Dr. Johnson. She--she's pretty intimidating!

- No, no, no, come on. Sheldon, Sheldon listen, listen.

Take a knee, come on.

There was a boy I once knew.

He had a crush on this girl,

and he wanted to ask her to the prom so badly,

but he was nervous.

- So what did he do?

- Well, one day he saw her

sitting in the cafeteria,

eating fish sticks

and being awesome.

And he realized something-- it's just seven words.

"Would you go to the prom with me?"

Eight little words stood between him and happiness.

So he pushed the fear down and said the words.

- And she said yes?

- She, uh, jammed the fish sticks in my nose.

Everybody laughed.

- And this is supposed to inspire me?

- I'm just saying that's not

going to happen to you!

Now go! Eight little words! You can do this!

Whoo!

-

- Hi.

- You're trying out for spring training?

- Are you from Nashville,

'cause you're the only ten I see.

I don't get it.

Well, um, Chris, I...

would you, um, go to the--

- Ohh! Hey, look.

Someone farted in a football uniform

and now it's talking.

Ha ha! - Oh-ho!

- Oh!

- Stop, you're hurting him! - Zastrow!

- Yeah? - What are you doing?

- Oh, you know, I was having a bit of fun.

Yeah, looks like Sheldon's having a blast.

Hey, you guys want to see if I can punt him

through the uprights? - No. I don't.

- Hey! Whatever you say, mom.

- Are you okay? - Are you okay?

Oh, my gosh, jinks.

- Well, there's underwear in places

where underwear does not belong, but I'm okay.

- Okay. Well, you, uh, you take it easy, buddy.

- You gotta catch that, man!

- I got it, man! - Yeah.

- Go, Sheldon! - Whoo!

- Go get 'em!

- Whoo! -

- All right, go Shel-Shock!

- Oh, no!

- Shel-shock, Shel-Shock,

Shel-Shock, Shel-Shock,

Shel-Shock, Shel-Shock,

Shel-Shock, Shel-Shock,

Shel-Shock, Shel-Shock!

Yeah! Yeah, go Shel-Shock!

- Oh! Ah!

- Oh-ho!

- Ash McVee? Uh, are you nuts?

- Oh!

Chris won't go to the prom with just anyone.

She's fixated on this guy for some reason,

so he's our only hope.

- No, our only hope is for you to practice.

- Christina Jane.

What are you doing on here?

You've got a math test tomorrow.

- What happened to taking down your sworn enemy,

who's trying to take away your only reason for living?

- Look, the plan is to get Chris on Ash's radar.

He will ask her to the prom if we make her seem cool.

- Oh, oh, like how you made Sheldon seem cool?

- Shut up.

- Hello? - Oh, hey, Chris!

- Hey, Quincy. I mean, Dr. Johnson.

My mom's not home, what do you want?

- Uh, are you playing a video game?

- No.

That's the echo

from the video game that you're playing.

- I'm not playing a video game.

I'm studying for my math test.

- Does your math book have explosions

coming out of it? -

- Okay, fine.

I'm taking a break so I can torture this one guy

who's supposed to be some big cyber-stud.

This guy hasn't beat me once!

- Maybe he's just going through a slump.

- It's actually kind of sad.

I mean, this guy has no life.

You can hear him arguing with his dad.

Can you imagine living at home as an adult?

- Maybe he likes living at home.

- Well, that's even sadder.

That he doesn't know how lame he is.

- Yes! Q dies again!

Whoo! Yes!

Ohh. - Uh...

you know, Chris,

you and I aren't so different.

You may find this hard to believe,

but when I was younger,

I wasn't that cool.

In fact, I was once voted most likely

to be stuffed in a urinal, so...

- What's your point? - I think

you should try and talk to Ash.

- Why would I talk to him?

- Because you like him.

- No, I don't.

How do you know? - Because I happen to be a cool,

non-lame adult with a life who knows stuff.

- It doesn't matter.

He's got a girlfriend. - Who, Cindy?

She's no competition.

- Are you nuts?

She's lettered in three sports.

Her grandfather invented the weed whacker,

so she just gets to go skiing all the time.

- Yeah, but she's also shallow and petty and mean.

And you are smart and talented and creative.

You just have to meet him in your element.

Want to give it a shot?

- And just how do we do that?

- Okay, who's ready for a field trip?!

- Me! You may have actually done something cool for once.

- Thank you. And remember!

We have a lovely and talented Tracy

as your chaperone for the day.

- I don't remember bringing home a permission slip

for my mom to sign for this trip.

Well... you did.

Okay, here we go!

- Dude, I've got a brilliant plan to take down Prodigy.

We build a robot!

We send it to Prodigy's house.

At the same time she opens the door,

we release the duck,

distracting her, and then the robot

emits a magnetic pulse--

- That sounds ingenious, Wendell,

but I've already got a plan underway here.

- What? Why didn't you invite me?

- Look, I gotta go, Wendell. I'll fill you in later.

Oh--

- -

- Okay.

- - Mm-hmm.

- This is hard!

- Do you guys mind if I join you?

- Chris, hey, yeah. We're just, uh...

figuring out teams.

- Yeah, uh, you can have the girl.

- So, wait, you aim this thing at the screen, right?

- Uh, yeah.

- Reload! Reload!

- How'd you, uh, get so good at this?

- We had a zombie infestation in our yard last year.

- Come on, man. She's like a professional.

We could switch up teams if you want.

- Yes! - Oh, no way, okay?

You had your chance. She's mine.

You know, there's one game in here where I can

really pull my own weight, though.

You want to really bring down the house?

- So you're a prom queen and a pool shark?

- Yep. I can even play in a gown.

So, you having fun? - Uh-huh.

Mind if I beat you at something invented after medieval times?

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ You were talking to her ♪

♪ But messing with me ♪

♪ It's finally clear ♪

♪ You're blurring the lines ♪

♪ Are you disturbed? ♪

♪ Well, now you care ♪

♪ Why do you race through ♪

♪ My red light? ♪

♪ Can't understand? ♪

♪ I floated down for you ♪

♪ Tell me how you can sleep ♪

♪ How can you breath ♪

♪ Baby, tell me how ♪

♪ How do you love me now? ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Tell me how-- ♪

- Cindy!

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

I must have tripped over the power cord.

- What's your problem? - You did not

seriously just do that. - Come on,

the jalapeño poppers are here.

- Yeah, well, I've lost my appetite.

Thanks.

- Now, in this game, speed is your friend.

And you can control speed

with this little thing called throttle.

- Oh, hey, why don't you eat my dust!

- Ahhh! - Ha ha.

See ya! - Nope. Slow down!

Brake! Brake! - Oh, yeah. What are you doing?

What are you doing? Don't touch my brake!

Stop it! Oh!

- Yeah! Hey! Keep your hands to yourself!

- Ha ha! See you later!

- No! - Whoo!

- Hey.

Uh... do you mind if--

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- You know that Cindy only picks on you

because she's scared of you, right?

- Of me? Why would Cindy be scared of me?

- Because you are the only person who stands up to her.

And she hates it. - She does?

- Yeah, you know, it's weird.

I don't even think Cindy likes me very much.

She, you know, only ever talks about herself,

and we never do anything together as a couple.

You know, I've had more fun with you

in two hours than I've had in two months with Cindy.

Truth is...

I think we've been done for a while.

So, uh...

do you want to go?

- Sure.

Where do you want to go?

- No, I mean to prom.

- Oh! Oh!

Are you serious?

- Uh, yeah. Do you already have a date?

- No! No, no, no.

It's just... won't Cindy go nuclear?

- Honestly, as long as there's a warm body

in a tux for her pictures, she'll hardly even notice.

- Yeah! Yes!

- No! - Oh, I won!

Man, I want one of these in my house!

- Oh, good idea. Very practical, that's great.

Cheater.

- Man, being with you makes me feel like a teenager again.

- That's weird.

You make me feel like a grown-up.

- Hey, guys.

- Hey. - Did my mom kick your butt?

- That she did.

- She has mad skills.

- Hey, where's Ash?

- He had to go.

- Oh.

Oh, no, honey, I'm sorry. - No, it's okay.

I'm going to see him again Saturday at prom.

- Good.

Wait? What?

What? - He asked me to prom!

- Oh! - He asked me to prom!

- - It's so exciting.

Don't tell anyone I did this.

He asked me to prom!

- Okay, we need to celebrate.

This calls for pie.

My baby is going to her first prom.

- Oh! I can't believe I'm not freaking out

about missing the tournament, but I'm not.

- Yeah, and you're only missing one.

There's plenty more. - Really?

- Yeah. I bet if we look online, we'll find tons of tournaments.

Ah, check it out.

Look. No problem.

That's good.

Uh...

so... - Was that you?

- No. Yeah. I don't know.

The internet's crazy, right? The whole thing's a fad.

Let's go get some, uh, lemon meringue pie.

Right, it's like a lemon that makes you want to meringue.

Please don't.

- Oh, no.

No, no, no, no.

Q?

That's you? - No.

Hold on. Hold on. Before you jump

to any conclusions... - No. No, you just--

- Chris, it's not what you think--

- Why don't you start talking? - Okay, okay.

A few weeks ago, I didn't know how

to beat you in the game, and I really needed

to win the tournament to buy my parents' house.

So Chris, I know what I did was wrong,

but everything I said to you and your mom is real.

Hi!

I don't know what you heard,

but it's not what you think.

- Really? So, you didn't do all of this

just to win some video game?

- It is what you think.

- You need to get out of this house now.

- Tracy-- - Quincy, get out!

- I'll go, I'll go.

I'm sorry.

- Ash doesn't even want to go to prom with me, does he?

- No, Chris.

He really, really wants to go to the prom with you.

That is real.

- I don't know what to believe.

But I do know that I am going to destroy you.

I'm going to obliterate every pixel of you

so badly in the tournament that you won't even be able

to play another game ever again.

And if you thought you were a loser before,

you just wait.

- You idiot!

- They hate me now!

- I can't believe that you had my only rival on the ropes,

and you blew it.

- What do you mean your rival?

- You really think I qualified for the tournament

just so I could tag along and watch you win?

Newsflash, Einstein.

While you've been out playing el romantico,

Wendell's gotten good.

Real good.

- You're betraying me? - No, no, no!

- Hey-- - No, no, no!

You betrayed gaming.

The old Q would never have let this happen.

But that Q died

the second a girl kissed him.

You think I like being sidekick guy?

Saturday night, Quincy's reign will end,

and the age of Wendell will begin.

- So...I get that we're enemies now.

- Mm-hmm? - Can I still sleep here?

I don't really have any other place to go.

- Yeah, no, you should go.

- Oh!

Wow! - Mmm. My bad.

- Really turned out to be a jerk, huh?

- You know, I'm just as surprised as you are.

- Is he dead? - Kick him again.

- Hey! Go to school.

Get a job!

- Oh! Oh! Whoa!

- We love you, Prodigy.

You're going to totally rock the house Saturday night.

Q and Prodigy are going to, like, duel,

right before the tournament.

- No, we're not. I come in peace.

- Wuss!

- Can you turn on your headset?

I just want to talk for one minute. Please?

- Hey, library computers are for research.

- One minute. Clock's ticking.

- Prodigy's a chick? No way!

Ahhh!

- Anyone else have a comment? - No, backing away.

- You need to know that Ash asked you

to the prom for real.

And I'm worried that if you don't go,

you'll end up like me.

- I won't be like you. I'll win.

- You have to go with Ash. - It's too late.

I already told him I'm playing in the tournament.

- Some things are more important!

I finally realized that with your mother.

And I messed it up.

But you don't have to.

- Are you guys gonna fight or what?

Whoa, forget I said that.

Ow.

- I'll prove it to you.

I'm not going to compete in the tournament.

Did you hear what I said, Chris?

I won't play in the tournament.

- I want you to play in that tournament

so you know what it feels like to have your dreams crushed.

Your minute's up.

- Ahhh.

What is wrong with you, library people!

- Welcome to the inaugural "Black Hole"

World Championship tournament.

Eight players are fighting for the grand prize

of $175,500.

- Oh, hey, here they come!

This is going to be one seriously epic showdown.

- That's right, Jenny. We've got some phenomenal

cyber athletes here tonight, including some celebrities.

- Whoo, yeah!

- There is a million hours of game time between them.

- You're going down! - The Prodigy, Ice Man 41,

Evicer8r, Bulkenn, Bigdub,

Eba, and, of course, the mighty Q.

- The first four players that can knock an opponent

out of the competition will advance to the final round.

- Where the last man standing will become

"Black Hole" Champion of the World.

Everybody else goes away crying in their juice boxes.

Oh!

- On your marks...

- Get set...

- Black Hole!

-

- Whoo!

- Come on, Chris!

- Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo! Yeah!

- Bigdud! Oooh!

- Come and get it! - Got it.

- Aah!

- No!

- No! - Game over.

- I'm sorry! You're out of the game,

what does that say?

- Oh, no!

- And at the end of our opening round, the victor is...

Q, our first finalist.

- This looks like the Q of the record books.

- That's right. - Except not so

into his victory dance for some reason.

- Huh.

- Hey, hey, hey!

Ah, ah!

- Hey, you, uh, Balkann, your dad, like, he left.

He said he didn't love you. I don't--I don't.

- What? Dad? Dad?

- No!

- Game over!

- Bigdub, Bigdub!

And number two, and number two!

Whoo!

- Oh, nice. - No, no, no!

- Whoo!

Hey! Unfair!

- -

- Game over.

- Yes!

- All right, Chris, whoo! I mean, Prodigy!

- Ladies and gentlemen, we are down

to our last semi-final, but the officials

are just going to need one moment to accomodate

a last-minute competitor.

He qualified but we weren't sure he was going to make it tonight.

And what a story this guy is.

- What a story indeed, Jenny.

Let's give a big hand to Shel-Shock!

- Whoo! - Whoo!

- Sheldon? - Sheldon?

- Sheldon? - Sheldon!

- - So listen to this--

at the last minute, the hospital agreed

to release Shel-Shock from traction

in order to play tonight! - And it gets better.

- Ow! - Minutes after breaking

eight bones and rupturing his spleen on the football field,

Shel-Shock asked Prodigy to the prom, she said no.

- Ouch.

- You've just been Ebenezered!

- Time for a stretch! Ha ha ha.

- - Ha ha ha!

Yeah!

- Game over.

- Oh,

And look at this!

Shel-shock is our last finalist!

- Now remember, folks, today's finals

are winner take all!

When you're out, you're out.

- It does. -

- Whoo!

- Yeah! - Whoo!

- Let's do this! Come on, Chris!

- On your marks,

get set--

- Wait. Wait.

- What is this?

I need to say something. Chris.

I'm in love with your mother.

-Oh! - Dr. Johnson!

- Oh, I knew Q was brutal,

but he is now talking about Prodigy's mother!

- Now that is what I call smack talk, Bob!

- It wasn't smack talk, I'm serious!

- Yeah, sure you are. Hey, uh, hey, Chris,

I'm in love with your mom, too. She's hot.

- Ohh!

- Shut up, you ape.

- Now Bigdub is getting in on the mother bashing.

This is cold blooded! - I'm not bashing her mom--

I'm not bashing!

Tracy.

I love you. And I'm sorry.

- all: Awww! - Awww!

- Thank you.

- I'm sorry, too.

Sorry you're so hot!

- Hey! Shut your pie hole! Shut it!

- Hey, no more of this mother talk

or you're both out of here. - He was...

- Thank you.

- On your marks,

get set,

Black Hole!

- Whoo!

- Oh, ha ha ha!

Yeah! Bigdub! Whoo!

- Minute 12, and these guys are exhausted.

Nobody's giving an inch.

- - Yeah! Yes!

Whoo!

- Oh! Shel-Shock just caught a twister in the face!

He's going to be out unless he can get his health back.

- You're next, Q.

- Got a deal for ya.

We take out Prodigy together

and we split the prize money, 50/50.

Think about it, dude.

This might be your last chance to be the best.

-

- Oh-ho-ho!

There's the Q I know.

- Hold it right there, buddy.

Boulder is on the way!

Ha ha ha! - What are you...

- Chris, flying fist.

- What?! - Flying fist, now!

- Whoo! Yeah!

- Q is not even trying to win.

He's trying to take out Bigdub with him.

- This is a $175,000 sacrifice!

- Chris, what are you doing?

- Knowing my enemy.

- Think about what you're doing, Q.

- Call me Quincy.

- Aaah!

- Oh!

- Oh, Q and Bigdub have taken each other out of the game!

They're both out!

No one could have seen this coming!

- I don't need you! - Game over!

- Oh! I won!

Oh! I don't know what to say!

Don't say anything.

- - Hey, guys.

I don't want to intrude on your moment here,

but we gotta finish this tournament.

- What do you mean? Chris won.

- Au contraire, Dr. Johnson.

- Prepare to be Shel-Shocked! Ha ha ha!

- -

- Ohh!

- Aah!

- Ohh!

Ah, touchdown, yes!

- "Black Hole" Champion Shel-Shock.

- Winner! Winner!

- Ow!

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

- Great job!

- Ow!

Ahh!

- And the "Black Hole" Champion of the world is...

- Shel-Shocked! - Shel-Shocked!

- Yeah! Yeah!

- Oh, that was so fun!

- You are amazing.

- Ash? What are you doing here?

- Well, I already sort of

planned to spend the evening with you, so...

- You watched that whole thing?

- Yeah! Yeah, I'm sorry you didn't win, though.

- I'm sorry I didn't go to prom with you.

I really wanted to.

- That's okay.

But we could still go if you want to.

- I'd love to!

- Okay. Well, okay, let's--

- Okay! Okay!

- Chris! Wait, wait.

Okay, okay, before you yell at me,

can I say a few things?

Please. - Go ahead.

- I am so sorry I lied to you.

And I am massively in love with you.

And if you take me back,

I will let you beat me at pool whenever you want.

Anything else?

Yeah. Actually, uh, eight more things.

Would you go to the prom with me?

- ♪ It's going to be a big night ♪

♪ We're going to have a good time ♪

♪ It's gonna be a big, big, big,

big, big, big night ♪

♪ One, two, three, all my boys and girls ♪

♪ We're going to party like it's the end of the world ♪

- ♪ Let's get it started ♪ - ♪ Hey ♪

- ♪ Started ♪ - ♪ Hey ♪

- ♪ Started ♪ - ♪ Hey ♪

- Whoa-oh-whoa,

♪ Waiting all week and it's Friday night ♪

♪ We gotta get dressed up for the time of our lives ♪

- ♪ Let's get it started ♪ - ♪ Hey ♪

- ♪ Started ♪ - ♪ Hey ♪

- ♪ Started ♪ - ♪ Hey ♪

- ♪ 'Cause I've been feeling down, down, down ♪

♪ I need a pick-me-up, round, round, round ♪

♪ I want to spin it up, loud, loud, loud ♪

♪ DJ take me away ♪

♪ Oh, it's gonna be a big night ♪

♪ We're gonna have a good time ♪

♪ It's gonna be a big, big, big, big, big, big night ♪

♪ It's been a long week, been working overtime ♪

♪ I need a hot beat to get this party right ♪

♪ I'm on another level, turn up the bass and treble ♪

♪ Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up ♪

♪ 'Cause I've been feeling down, down, down ♪

♪ I need a pick-me-up, round, round, round ♪

♪ I want to spin it up, loud, loud, loud ♪

♪ DJ take me away ♪

♪ Ahhh ♪

♪ It's gonna be a big night ♪

♪ We're gonna have a good time ♪

♪ It's gonna be a big, big, big,

big, big, big night tonight ♪