F Plus (2025) Movie Script
1
- Let's talk about plans.
Everything you've ever loved,
every cool thing
that's ever existed,
it started with a plan.
What you're looking at
right now, that's my plan.
My entire life mapped
out in exacting detail,
year by year, goal by goal.
This is what I do.
I plan.
And my plans always work.
Until they don't.
Ted! Ted, Ted!
Get up, we're out
of time. Hurry!
- Where are my pants?
- Ted, there's no time,
you have to get up now!
- My pants.
- Freeman!
- Come on, Ted! Move!
- My pants!
I know what you're thinking.
"How did I, Ted Freeman,
Dean's list member,
Honor Roll recipient,
and straight A student
end up like this?"
Well, I guess it all
started with the SPLAT.
- The Specialized
Placement Achievement Test,
the mother of all
standardized testing,
the decider of your future.
- Typical.
Everyone here actually tries.
And you two just
breeze on through.
- Oh, hi, Penny.
Nice to see you too.
- Let your intellect be your
sword, logic your armor.
- It's not like you're
gonna pass the SPLAT anyway,
but Ted ought to know better.
- Ted doesn't need to worry
because Ted has the highest
scores in the entire school.
And what rank are you again?
Hmm, let me think.
Oh, I remember number two.
As always.
- Guys, we're gonna
miss something.
- Springdale Magnet,
put your hands together
for Sammie Steambear.
- Feeling trapped?
Feeling stressed?
Feeling helpless?
Why, it's nothing a
little magic can't fix!
With a little preparation and
a simple wave of the hand,
you too can watch in wonderment
as your stress disappears!
- Garbage in, garbage out.
- Wow!
Chad, everyone!
- The Amazing Chad!
- Oh, the Amazing Chad!
All right, and how about those
sound and lighting effects?
All computer controlled
by my brilliant
daughter, Gertrude Neely!
If anyone's interested
and looking for a bestie,
she's available.
She's super.
- Gertz!
- Okay, so as you guys
know, I am Principal Neely.
Neely!
- Thank you. Thank you.
And welcome to Springdale
Magnet School Prep Rally!
As you know, Springdale
Magnet School
for the Arts and Sciences,
it's a really special place
where we value
unconventional gifts here.
But to do that,
there's a trade off,
and that's the SPLAT test.
It's the most important test
of your middle school careers,
and tomorrow you're going
to sit there and take it.
I trust you've used these
past few weeks to study up,
because you know that
this magnet program
depends on the outcome
of these tests.
If the magnet test
fails, then many of you
will have to go back
to your zoned schools.
- Can you imagine going
to different schools?
It would suck, we'd never
even get to hang out.
- I mean, take me, for example.
I didn't get to go to a
magnet school, and look at me.
- Knowing my dad, he'd
probably just ship me off
to the army or something.
- No, he wouldn't.
Would he?
- You really never make
those bonds with people.
And then you try
and you get married,
and then that doesn't work out.
He cheats, so you know-
Anyway, nevermind,
so now to teach you
some totally sick stress
relieving techniques
is Mr. Gary Garrie,
our guidance counselor.
- Hey, everybody.
Hey, everybody.
That was a lot, huh?
Well, that goes to show us
how much Principal Neely
loves this magnet program.
Okay?
She beat out a lot of qualified
candidates to get this job.
And it's our job to make sure
that we don't let her down!
Now, let's talk about stress.
Stress ain't groovy.
- No.
- It's not groovy at all.
- No.
- It's a bummer.
- Yeah.
- Okay? A straight up bummer.
But we have to find healthy
ways to deal with stress.
You know what it is?
- I'm listening.
- Jazz flute.
- No! No!
- Oh, come on! Every time.
- No, no, no. Gary,
we talked about this.
- No jazz flute?
I was working on it.
- Nobody likes jazz flute
but you.
Okay, thank you,
Mr. Gary Garrie.
Moving on now, why
don't we get some words
from our campus security,
Mr. Terry Grimes.
A positive word, Terry.
- Okay, listen up, punks.
I know some of you
are gonna use this
as an excuse to act out,
but I'm here to
lay down the law.
Starting now, there
will be zero tolerance
for any malfeasance.
- Dude, check it. Check it!
- That includes antics,
hijinks, shenanigans.
- Here where it comes.
- And especially pranks.
- Freeman!
The splatter horn.
- Your best plan yet.
- Freeman!
- Malfeasance,
malfeasance, malfeasance.
So?
- Well, the person in
the video didn't lie.
The end is shocking.
- Expel them,
especially Freeman.
I know he posted this,
and I know he pulled that
little stunt on the stage today.
- Excuse me, but
whatever happened
to innocent until proven guilty?
Something you wanna say, Cliff?
- Why, yes, Hannah, I do
have something to say.
- Mm.
- This is a classic example
of why I don't want my boy
hanging out with your boy.
Your kid masterminds
these crazy schemes
and drags Josh down with him.
- Our boys are best friends.
How could you even think
of tearing them apart?
- Oh, don't be so dramatic.
Your boy needs discipline.
- Oh, okay. Sir, yes
sir, Lieutenant Dad!
- Don't call me that.
You know I hate when
people call me that!
- A little touchy about it.
- I'm not touchy at all.
In fact-
- When's the last time
you pooped?
- Bowel movements, that's the
term we use in our household.
- A BM?
- Yes, BM.
My bowel movements
are very regular.
- Grimes has nothing on us.
We're clean, dude.
The perfect crime.
- Yeah, but I think
we better cool it
with the pranks for a while.
I need to ace this SPLAT.
You know I have a plan.
- I keep telling you,
life is messy, Ted.
You can't plan for everything.
- I disagree.
- Besides, pranking
is what we do.
You plan 'em, I
build 'em, remember?
You're the brains,
I'm the hands?
- Yeah, but you could totally
plan a prank if you wanted to.
What about the red door?
- Ah, the red door.
- Josh did have one idea.
He wanted it to
be the gnarliest,
most epic prank ever conceived.
And it was right there,
waiting for the perfect victim.
You ever gonna tell
me what's in there?
- You don't wanna know.
- What are you guys looking at?
- Ah!
- Holy crap!
Geez, Gertz, lurk much?
- I could ask you
the same thing.
- We're just waiting
for Josh's dad
to finish yelling at your mom.
- It's almost over.
Cover your ears.
- Cover your ears?
- She's a weirdo, don't
listen to anything she-
- Mr. Barker, Terry, listen.
I agree that this
kind of behavior
is not something we
value here at Springdale.
- Good.
- Finally.
- But this is a magnet school.
We need students like Ted
and Josh to keep us alive,
keep us competitive.
- So what's the
bottom line here?
- The bottom line, Mr. Grimes,
is that as long as Ted and
Josh keep their grades up,
they are safe.
- Namaste.
- Hey.
It's a big day tomorrow.
- Yeah.
Big day every day.
- You know, I hope that you know
you do not have to be perfect
at absolutely everything
because you are
already perfect to me.
Do not stay up too late.
- Okay.
Mom was sweet, but she
didn't know what I knew.
The only difference
between a life of rules
and a life of ruin is
following the plan.
One slip today can mean
catastrophe tomorrow.
- Okay, guys, I
know you're tense,
but remember, you're the gifted
class in a gifted school.
You're the top scores on campus.
You are the Scorcerers.
You got this, okay, guys?
SPLAT time.
And remember, every
student has one
Testron answer sheet
assigned to them,
so please do not
damage or deface them.
I can't believe I
need to say this,
but please don't chew on them,
don't fold them into planes,
don't make them into
ninja throwing stars,
don't get them wet.
Okay. Deep breath.
Ready?
Set.
SPLAT!
- Congratulations, Springdale!
You finished the splat.
Now, of course, we
won't have the results
until all of the answer
sheets are processed
by our own Mr. Sneederman.
Right, Mr. Sneederman?
I am so pleased to announce
Friday be a total LOSS,
Let Off Some Steam dance!
Whoo! We're gonna
finally have some fun.
It's a formal event
with its own dress code,
social expectations,
and rules of conduct.
But don't worry, I
made a 36-page handbook
on dance party etiquette,
and you can pick it
up after second lunch.
So exciting.
- Finally, something cool!
Not the dance, of course,
no one cared about that.
We were excited
about something else.
Second lunch.
You see, for the last two years,
every day at second lunch,
there had been an event.
When I first heard about it,
I thought it was a myth,
like the Boogeyman or Bigfoot
or TikTok video that
says "wait till the end"
that's actually worth it.
But it was no myth. It was real.
He was real.
Robbie Belcher.
No one knew where he came from.
Some say he was a transfer.
Others say he's
always been here.
All we know for sure is
every day at second lunch,
he appears for the ritual.
Adults like to call
it a condition,
like an illness for
allergy, but us?
We knew the truth.
We knew it was a gift.
They say it's a stink so
rancid, so astoundingly epic,
nothing can survive it.
- Man, he's still got it.
- He really does.
- Ted, we need to talk.
Now.
- Say that again.
- F Plus.
- F Plus, what do
you mean F Plus?
- Shouldn't you be
watching the door?
You're telling me this
man who's never gotten
anything worse than an
A in his entire life
did so bad on SPLAthat he got an F?
- Plus.
- Plus makes it so much worse.
Leaves a bad taste
in your mouth. Wow.
- Josh, watch the door.
- Not till we figure this out.
Grades don't come
out till next week.
How do we even know?
- Because as teacher's aid,
I have access to things.
- Like what?
- Oh, I don't know, maybe
the teacher's lounge?
- Good point. Go on.
- I was helping Mr. Sneederman
run the Testron answer
sheet to the reader
and I saw the grades
as they came through.
- And?
- And I wanted to see if
I did better than Ted.
So when his answer sheet
went through, I peeked.
- I knew it.
I knew the Goody-Two-Shoes
thing was just an act!
That's private information.
You're not allowed to just-
- Hide!
- Oh, hey, Penny.
What are you doing in here?
- I'm really sorry, Mr. Kade.
I just needed some space.
I'm feeling really nervous
about the test scores.
- Oh, well, that's
completely understandable.
Hey, I'm sure you knocked
it outta the park.
You're a phenomenal student.
Lemme tell you why.
Number one...
- Ugh, what a scammer.
She's got every
teacher totally fooled.
Can you believe this?
- I remember watching
you sit at recess once
with a trigonometry book,
correcting spelling errors.
- I slipped. I blew it,
I ruined everything.
- Dude, it's no big deal.
You'll come up with something.
You always have a plan, right?
Right?
- That's why we watch the door.
Is he okay?
We need to figure
out our next move.
- Our next move?
What do you care that
Ted got an F Plus.
- Because I got one too.
I've never gotten a
grade that bad before.
I don't know what happened.
- Wait, you're telling
me both you brainiacs
failed this thing?
I'm not buying it.
- Yeah, Josh is right.
Statistically, it's impossible.
There must have been a
mistake with the grading.
- I bet Mr. Sneederman
screwed it up
with his ancient computer.
Have you seen that thing?
It's even older than he is.
- Maybe, but even so, what
are we supposed to do?
- There's gotta be
someone we can talk to.
Someone on the staff who's
on our side no matter what.
- Now, Gertz, you know
I'm always on your side
no matter what.
Your mother said you've been
in this school for two years
and haven't made one friend?
- Garbage in, garbage out.
- You see, all she does
is code, code, code.
I mean, she's getting to an age
where things are
getting confusing.
And if she doesn't
wanna talk to me,
she should at least
have friends to talk to.
- Well, maybe she
needs a healthy outlet.
- Don't say jazz
flute. Don't say it.
No.
No.
I don't know what to do anymore.
Maybe I have to send her
to one of those camps
for antisocial teens.
- Mr. Gary, we need
to talk to you.
It's urgent.
- So why do you guys
wanna retake this SPLAT?
You don't even know
how you did yet!
- We're worried.
It's always good to have
a plan B, right, Ted?
- Right, right. A plan B.
- Well, the only way you
guys could retake the SPLAis if your old records were lost
before they were uploaded
into your permanent record.
- Got it, and where are
the scores right now?
- Why do you guys
need to know all this?
- We're students.
We love to learn?
- No way he
was gonna buy that.
- Okay, I'll tell
you everything.
- I can't
believe he bought it.
Our scores were being
stored in the records room
on the oldest
computer in the world,
which belonged to
Mr. Sneederman,
the oldest file
clerk in the world.
There was only one door,
which was always locked.
And Sneederman had the only key.
The computer was so old
it couldn't even
connect to the internet.
It was safe from viruses,
hacking, everything.
The only way those scores
were gonna disappear...
- Is if someone went
in and did it by hand,
which we know ain't happening.
So I'm afraid whatever
scores you guys got,
that's the scores you guys got.
- What if I failed the test?
That's not part of the plan.
- Sorry, Ted. You can't
plan for everything.
- Well, guys, we better
start packing our lockers.
Looks like we're headed
back to our old school.
- Or the army.
I hear they won't take
you if you got flat feet.
Do either of you
have a foot guy?
- Penny, I need you
to get me a list
of everyone who failed to SPLAT.
- Okay...
- Josh, there are designs
on pages 27, 28, and 29.
Copy them down and
start building.
Are you saying what I
think you're saying?
- Yep, I have a plan.
- We're going to Canada!
- No, we're not
moving to Canada.
Why do you always think
we're going to Canada?
- It just seems nice.
- Guys, we need to make
these scores disappear
and we can't do it alone.
We need a crew.
It started out pretty rough.
- Probably not Nelly.
- How about Thomas?
- Eh, Thomas? The
kid needs help.
How about Bailey?
- No.
- No. Nah.
- Maybe.
- I heard she got a C once.
- Oh.
- No.
- Who is that guy?
- I don't even know.
- I don't know.
- We'll get back to you!
- No.
- Not a chance.
- Nope.
- Antonio. No.
- No, no, no, no, no.
- Get Antonio!
Get that monkey outta here!
- No, no, no.
No, cross Antonio out, no.
- No.
- But the crew didn't
have to be great at everything.
Everyone just had to
be great at one thing.
- Oh, yeah! Chad.
- What about Chad?
- How about Gertz?
- How about Gertz?
- Gertz! Gertz!
- Yeah!
- But she's kind of weird.
- She is kind of weird.
- Yeah, but she knows
the way around computers,
and we need that.
- That's true.
- I guess so. Yeah.
- Before too
long we had our crew.
It was me, the mastermind.
Josh, an expert prankster
who could build anything.
Penny, the insider
who had every teacher
wrapped around her finger.
The Amazing Chad,
master of misdirection,
who may have filled
out his test sheet
with disappearing ink.
- Hey!
- Hey!
- And Gertz Neely,
a computer whiz
who intentionally flunked
the SPLAT to annoy her mom.
- What are you doing in the
staff restroom, young lady?
You know that's off
limits to students.
- Who just
happens to be...
- Oh, hi, baby.
Hi, Terry. Great new look.
- Principal Neely.
- You're a genius
with computers,
but don't have an outlet for it.
I propose we can help you, but
we need something in return.
- Here it is.
- Ted, did
you get the stuff?
- You don't need a
red jacket for this.
- It's not red, it's razzmatazz.
I always wear razzmatazz
when I'm performing.
- It's $92.
- Yeah, $92 is the
price of being price
of being part of
something amazing.
- What is this place anyway?
- Layers of dust, canned
food, suspicious bucket.
My guess, Josh's room.
- Hey, this is my dad's
old doomsday shelter,
for your information.
- Interesting.
Your dad sounds hardcore,
and you're soft.
Analysis: You've tried
winning his approval.
But that got old,
so now you rebel.
Pulling pranks and cutting class
because negative attention
is better than no attention.
Is that correct?
- And she wonders why
she has no friends.
- You have got to teach me that.
- So did you figure
out when the scores
are getting picked up?
- Monday morning.
- Great, then we can pull
the heist on for Friday.
You're not worried about Grimes?
- Nope, Grimes should
be at a total LOSS.
- The Let Off Some Steam dance!
All the teachers
will be chaperoning
and the halls will
be completely open.
That's actually
kind of brilliant.
- Answer sheets.
- What about them?
- Mr. Gary said that in
order to retake the SPLAT,
we have to make all of
our scores disappear.
We have to leave no trace
of our original answers.
In order for that to happen,
those answer sheets
need to disappear too.
Sneederman's clipboard
says they're scheduled
to be picked up for
storage next week.
- But what if they're picked
up to be shredded instead?
- That can be arranged.
- Whoa.
What is this?
- Oh, that's my dad's.
He used to play golf.
Now he says golf is for babies.
Like all games.
Or anything fun.
I just bummed myself out.
- Well, he's crazy!
This beauty is amazing!
It would make a
perfect Magic Mobile.
- Totally.
A what now?
- I always had this dream of
taking my act on the road.
A magic show on the go!
Picture it, a Magic
Mobile all decked out
with every magic
trick in the book!
- Tricks, like pranks?
- Well, some of them, sure.
But alas, when it comes
to magic, I got the goods.
When it comes to making stuff,
I just don't have the hands.
- Hands you say.
Amazing Chad, let's talk.
- The crew
was coming together.
We had a big job to do and
not much time to do it.
Luckily, everyone was in.
- I'm out.
- Gertz, wait.
- I told you she's a
weirdo. Just let her go.
- The plan doesn't
work without her.
Gertz, wait.
Wait, we need you.
What happened?
What went wrong?
- Coding makes sense to me.
People don't.
I rub people the wrong way.
- Yeah, but you
realize that your mom's
only sending you to that camp
because she wants you
to have friends, right?
- Accurate. So?
- What if we're your friends.
- But we're not friends.
- Right, but what if we're
friendzies for pretendzies?
- First, that was so cringe.
Second, are you crazy?
Hanging out with Gertz in
public? It's social suicide.
- I'll do it.
On two conditions.
One, you get my mom off my back.
And two, in coding you put in
bad code, you get bad results.
Garbage in, garbage out.
I don't want that.
I want good results.
- That makes two of us.
- So cringe.
Can I do it too?
- We spent hours
going over the plan.
It was pretty simple, really.
Okay, guys, so while
Sneederman's at the table,
Chad, you distract the
crowd, pulling them away.
You snag the key.
You will work lights,
locks, and camera.
And you'll be on lookout.
I'll slip out the
back, grab the key,
and erase the scores before
anyone knows what's happening.
Got it?
- Totally.
What?
- How could it be any simpler?
Guys, it's so easy.
- Yeah, for the
geniuses in the room.
- Look, it's a lot like
studying for a test.
To solve the bigger problem,
you have to break it
into smaller pieces.
- Yes, great!
So let's do this in phases.
- Ooh! With cool nicknames!
- Nicknames?
Okay, with cool nicknames.
Let's start at the top.
Sneederman and the staff
have a secret card game
in the maintenance room
during every school dance.
Sneederman always keeps
his office key with him.
We need that key.
We can't do anything
until Principal Neely
sees that Gertz is
having fun at the dance,
so that's gonna be phase
one, which we're calling...
- Smotherboard.
- Yeah!
That's cool.
- That's a good one.
- Perfect.
Now, even with
Neely off our case,
we'll still need a distraction.
Chad, that's where you come in.
- Ooh!
Phase two, Chad-straction!
- Cool.
- Okay.
- Sure.
So while Chad creates a
diversion, we can swipe the key.
That's all you, Josh.
What's the name for phase three?
- Joshination!
- No.
- Let's call that a placeholder.
Phase four.
Our secret little buddy
will transport the key
all the way from the gym
to Mr. Sneederman's office,
which we're calling...
- Obviously Little Buddy.
- And phase five.
This is basically
an emergency phase
in case everything goes wrong.
We'll need a miracle.
- I've got this one.
Phase five. Abracadabra!
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- All right, everybody,
let's get to work.
And we did.
Everyone did their part.
It was a little weird
because I'd never
broken a single rule before,
but I kept telling myself this
was a desperate situation.
There had to be something
wrong with those scores
and we needed to find out what.
So we kept going.
And before long, Friday came.
And the heist was on.
- Malfeasance.
It's happening.
Even as a boy, I knew
one simple truth.
There's a line between
living a life of rules
and living a life of ruin.
I am that line.
Malfeasance thrives in secrecy.
Secrets are no match
for a Tattletale.
- Why do they all look
like wealthy robots?
- Steam punk!
You know, Let Off Some Steam.
- Oh!
Clever kids,
they're clever kids!
- Smart little devils.
- Look at them.
- All right, everybody.
Smotherboard's in effect.
- Neely's on the move!
- Hey, Gertz.
- Hey, Gertz!
So nice to see you.
- Hello, friends at dance.
- Gertz, you're the
life of the party.
All right, guys,
Smotherboard is complete.
- You guys wanna
keep being idiots
or should we start
phase two at some point?
- Good point.
- Hands, you're
going the wrong way.
Back up and take a left.
- Aw, man!
- Brains, this is the Magic.
I got a bad feeling about this.
It's bad luck to break routine
on the night of a show.
- Is this about that
red jacket again?
- It's razzmatazz!
- It's it's $92.
- Yes, Ted.
$92 is the price of being
part of something amazing.
- We don't need the jacket.
We don't need razzmatazz!
Just follow the
plan and everything-
- In a hurry, Freeman?
- Just grabbing some punch.
- Punch is that way.
I know you're up to something.
I've got eyes everywhere
and they're all watching
you like a hawk.
- Ted, you promised me a dance.
Bye, Mr. Grimes.
What did you do to that man?
- Nothing he can prove.
Hands, you in position?
- Affirmative.
Just waiting for phase two.
- Roger that, Hands.
Magic, you're on.
- Yes! Time for
a Chad-straction!
Yeah, baby!
Springdale!
You guys ready for
another a magic, wonder,
and pure entertainment!
Then join me on the dance floor
and let get this party started!
Is it working? Is
the party started?
- No, it's not working.
- What's going on?
The party's not started?
- No, the party is not started.
I repeat, the party
is not started.
Chad, you're dying out there.
- Signature move!
- I told you he couldn't
get the party started.
- Does anyone know how to
get this party started?
- Analysis: A crippling fear
of mockery and rejection
will prevent tweens from
doing anything sincerely.
Instead, every
activity must be done
under a guise of
irony and sarcasm
- In English, please.
- If you want tweens to
dance, play something stupid.
Hey, kids!
- Yeah?
- What can you do when
you're feeling down or drab?
- Do the
Hungry Alligator!
- That's right!
It's the hungry alligator
Snap, snap, snap
Put your hands together
Clap, clap, clap
- Nice, Gertz. Good thinking.
- Nice job, Gertz.
- Good thinking, Gertz.
What?
- Nothing.
Do the funky,
hungry alligator
- Brains. Brains!
Hey, Brains!
- Go for Brains.
- Are we a go for
phase three or what?
- Good call, Hands.
Initiate...
Joshination.
In three, two, one.
- What is this?
Do the hungry alligator
- They fixed it.
You had the key to the castle.
You had the keys.
- You leave Sammie the
Steambear out of this, Freeman.
- Fart!
Guys, looks like
there's a backup system.
30 seconds to lights on.
- 30 seconds?
- That's it, I'm
tired of waiting.
We'll finish this
game up at prom.
- Oh, no.
- Sit down.
- Oh, the old'
switcheroo, eh, Freeman?
- 20 seconds.
- Not this time.
- Forget it! No lights, no game.
Not with you cheats.
- No, no, no, no.
Come on.
- Come on.
- Got you, Freeman!
- There a problem, officer?
- Chad?
- The Amazing Chad!
- 10 seconds.
Nine, eight, seven, six,
five, four, three.
- Almost. Dang it!
Two, one.
- Yes!
- Oh, there we go!
- See! There you go!
- Okay. Let's keep it going.
- Hands to Brains,
package received.
Looks like I'm in the clear.
Uh-oh.
- What in Sam Hill?
- Say, I hear you fine folks
like to play some cards.
- Oh, yes we do!
- Hello, come on in!
- Tech, I'm at the hallway.
- The door's unlocked
and the cameras are down.
- The package is in place.
- Copy that.
Little Buddy is a go.
Repeat, Little Buddy is a go.
- Two can play at that game.
Go, Tattlers.
- Come on. Come on, where is he?
Grimes has a drone?
- When did
Grime get a drone?
- That's a Tattler
surveillance drone.
Grimes is not messing around.
- Come on! I have to get
away from this thing.
How is it so fast?
Paintballs? Are you kidding me?
Who made this?
This is so annoying!
Come on!
- Come on.
- Guys, why'd the car stop?
What's going on?
- Really, Mr. Barker?
Video games?
- I have a problem.
- Yes you do. You should
be out here socializing!
Come on, you'll get this
back after the dance. Geez
- Guys? What's going on?
- Hands is down for the count.
- You're gonna have to
get the package yourself.
- Charm is right.
Don't let the drone
camera see you.
Don't let it see your face.
- Come on, Freeman.
Give me the proof I need.
- I can't outrun
it! It's too fast!
Guys, I need a place to hide!
- Don't open that door.
- What is in there?
- You don't wanna know.
- Guys, Neely's
headed to her office.
Why isn't she at the dance?
- That
doesn't make sense,
I triple checked her schedule.
She should be done for the day.
- Tech, get eyes on Neely.
I need to know if
she gets back my way.
I'm in.
We did it.
- Nice!
Yes!
Guys, we have a problem.
Where's Neely?
- At her desk,
starting her computer.
What's the problem?
- I'm looking at
Sneederman's clipboard.
It says he already delivered
the grades to Neely.
- What? I thought that
was happening Monday.
- Can you see what she's doing?
Does she have a floppy disc?
- Maybe?
What's a floppy disc?
- Nevermind. Can
you see her screen?
What's she looking at?
- She's on the
school district testing page.
I think she's about
to upload the scores.
- Can you
shut down the wifi?
- It's on the mesh system.
I can buy you
maybe five minutes.
- Do it. Get your mom
outta that office.
- How am I supposed to do that?
- Oh.
That's weird.
- Mother.
- Hi!
Are you okay?
Why aren't you at the dance?
- I'm in emotional turmoil
and would like to speak
to you about my feelings
for the next two
minutes and 37 seconds.
- Oh.
Okay, well, I'm just in
the middle of something.
- Take it or leave it.
I'll be in the lobby.
- Oh.
Oh, no, I'll take it.
Okay, I'll take it.
Okay. Wait, wait, wait.
I'm here. I'm here.
I'm here, I'm here. Okay.
Okay.
- No.
I shall avenge you.
- Come on!
- Ted!
- Penny, what are
you doing here?
Helping you.
You obviously need it.
GERTRUDE55.
- What?
- Neely's password. GERTRUDE55.
- There, we got the test scores.
- Freeman.
- What? That's weird.
- What's wrong?
F pluses! Tons of them!
How could there be so many?
- What do you wanna talk about?
This is a safe space, honey.
Safe.
- Well, I'm just very
worried about time.
- Worried about time?
Time in general in life,
or just time to speak?
No, honey, I have all
the time in the world.
- Well, I feel like we
only have about 30 seconds.
- Ted! 30 seconds!
Ted! Fine, you're right.
- Come out, come out
wherever you are!
- What?
- The mouse stopped working.
- Use the keyboard!
- I'm sorry. I know,
mom, a principal.
Too much time. Too
much time at work.
- It's not working either!
- What? It was literally
working two seconds ago.
- I know!
- You have my undivided
attention, okay?
Let's talk.
- Time's up.
- Well, that was a good talk.
It's a start, huh?
- Well, did this help?
- I hope so.
- What happened?
- We lost.
- Freeman!
- Terry? Hi.
- What the heck is this?
- Girl talk.
- Girl talk.
- Torture.
- Phase five! I
need phase five now!
- Say the magic word!
- Abracadabra!
- All aboard the Magic Mobile!
Next stop, wonderment!
- Freeman!
- Well?
- I told you we
needed that jacket.
This was not amazing, Ted.
Not amazing at all.
- Garbage in, garbage out.
- Well, we can't win
'em all, I guess.
- I'm sorry, dude.
- Okay.
Bye.
- Ms. Neely, I need to talk
to you about the SPLAT scores.
- Yeah, I need to
talk to you too, Ted.
Come in. Sit down.
I was just about to get you.
These were on my
desk this morning.
Tampering with test scores, Ted.
I mean, I knew you are stressed
and nervous about
the test, but this?
I never expected this behavior!
I'm sorry, but this is a black
mark on your record, Ted.
No good school
will take you now.
Which is why I'm
not reporting it.
I can't protect you
anymore though, Ted.
This is the last time.
Think of it as a goodbye gift.
Goodbye?
Yeah, the SPLAT scores weren't
as good as we expected,
so I've been asked to
step down as principal.
And my replacement.
Well, they don't have the same
ideas for the magnet program.
- Who could they possibly
find to replace you?
- Well...
- It's me, Mr. Gary.
That's right. And
the rumors are true.
As of Wednesday, I'm taking
over as principle of Springdale.
And I got a big
surprise for you.
We are changing the magnet
from science and arts
to, you guessed it, jazz flute!
So if you've been practicing
like I told you to,
you still have a place
here in Springdale.
But if you haven't, good
luck at your new school.
How was that?
- Jazz flute.
Jazz flute. Nobody wants
to play jazz flute!
Anyways, did you get your
new school assignment?
I heard Gertz might be
going to Thornewick,
That weird private school.
I don't know where
Chad is going.
Magic school? Clown school?
I could actually see
him doing good there.
Not that you asked, but
my dad's trying to get me
into Remington Boy's Academy,
"where boys become men."
Whoop-de-doop-be-doop.
I mean, maybe we can still
hang out on weekends.
Just gotta see if
my dad will let me.
Dude, what's your problem?
You haven't said a
word to me all day.
Your plan didn't work, so what?
Let's at least have fun
together while we still can.
Fine, if that's
all you care about,
I hope you and your stupid
little plan have fun together.
Good luck, dude.
Nice knowing you.
- Josh, wait-
- Well, it's been another
groovy day in Springdale.
But before you all go home,
I just wanna extend a
word of appreciation
to Springdale's top student.
Someone who really knows the
importance of a good plan.
The student with the
highest GPA in the school
and the only one of the
Springdale Scorcerers
to actually ace the SPLAT.
- But I didn't ace the SPLAT.
- Please join me
in congratulating our own...
- Hey.
What are you doing here?
- Oh, hello, Ted.
- Penny, what's going on?
- Are you okay, Ted?
You seem confused.
- You told us you
failed the SPLAT,
but Mr. Gary's announcement
said you aced it.
Were you lying to us?
- Oh, 100%.
Wait, don't tell me you still
haven't figured it out yet.
I didn't fail the SPLAT.
Neither did you.
No one did.
- But I saw the grades
in Neely's office.
Every Scorcerer got an F Plus.
I changed them.
Well, my partner did.
We changed all the top
scores to an F Plus.
All but mine.
But those grades, they're why
the magnet's shutting down,
why Miss Neely's losing her job
and why Josh and I have to
go to different schools!
Why would you do that?
- I'm tired, Ted.
You know how hard I've worked?
No parties, no friends, no fun.
I wanna be the best.
And yet, when you're around,
I always come in second.
I needed you gone, buddy.
But I knew I couldn't get
you kicked out by myself.
There's only one person
in the whole school
smart enough to beat Ted
Freeman, and that's...
Ted Freeman.
You hate messes, Ted.
You'll do anything
to avoid them.
So when I presented you with
the biggest mess of all,
it was just a matter of time
before Ted Freeman tried
to plan his way out of it.
I'm feeling really nervous
about the test scores.
There's gotta be
someone we can talk to,
someone on the staff
who's always on our
side no matter what.
- So you knew we'd
pull the heist.
- Well, I knew you'd
do something stupid.
You and Josh can't
help yourselves.
All I had to do was help
you make it far enough
to get yourselves caught.
Then even if you did
figure out my plan,
no one would believe you.
- You set us up.
You told us the
grades went in Monday,
but you knew they
were going in Friday.
- Oh, it's so cute
watching you catch up.
- What about the fake grades?
You can't do that.
They'd never give a
student staff access.
- Keep going, buddy.
You're so close.
Think big.
- You don't need staff access
because your partner
is on the staff.
- Ding, ding, ding!
- Good luck at your new school.
How was that?
- Just perfect, Mr. Gary.
- Why do you think Mr. Gary
told you everything
you needed to know
about where the SPLAscores were kept?
We gave you
everything you needed
to put a little plan together.
- What's Mr. Gary
get out of this?
- And Principal Neely beat out
a lot of qualified
candidates to get this job.
- Mr. Gary helped make
Springdale what it is,
but Ms. Neely's magnet
program gets all the credit.
He needed her gone,
I needed you gone,
and now we both
have what we want!
I'm sorry, Ted. I really am.
But like I told you after the
dance, you can't win 'em all.
- Go away.
- Hey, bug.
You've got some friends
here to see you.
- What are you guys doing here?
- We owe you an apology, dude.
- Yeah, it wasn't a bad
plan. It was amazing.
We were double crossed.
I know, but how did
you figure it out?
- I was reviewing the
security footage and saw this.
- That's why the mouse and
keyboard stopped working.
- Not cool.
- Smart, efficient,
tactically sound,
but definitely not cool.
My mom may be a pain, but
she's a good principal.
We need to fix this.
- So what do we do?
- I've got a plan.
- We're going-
- Not Canada!
- All right. Okay.
- Hey, you'll be at
the PTA meeting, right,
to help me win over the crowd?
- Yeah. Yeah.
- Thanks. Keys, please.
- Promise to take care
of the place, okay?
- Yes, I will. Of course.
It's gonna be groovy.
- Put that away.
- Me and you, baby.
Hey!
You know how long it took
for me to sit in that chair?
Uh-uh!
- Ted figured it out.
- All of it.
- Well, most of it.
I told him the rest.
- Did you tell him about me?
- Definitely about you.
- What?
- Because if I know Ted, he's
planning something right now
and tomorrow's his last
chance to put it into action.
I need to know you'll be willing
to do whatever it
takes to stop him.
- Whatever it takes?
Penny, in case you ever notice,
I'm the new principal
of a school!
I can't just target
a bunch of kids!
- No, you can't.
But you know someone who can.
- Hey, that's groovy.
That's groovy.
Terry.
I'm doubling your budget.
- Why?
- So you'll use it.
- Malfeasance ends tonight.
- So first the bad news.
Our SPLAT grades have already
been uploaded to the district.
They're a part of our
permanent record now.
There's nothing we
can do about that.
- Ugh, dang it.
- The good news is
those grades are fake
and we can prove it.
- Whoo! Nice.
- Good.
- The Testron answer sheets.
Each one is printed
with the student's name
and our real test answers.
We get our hands on everyone's
original answer sheet,
and it'll prove those
other grades were faked.
- Nice.
- There we go.
- And now the bad news.
- Wait, there's more bad news.
- When I was planning
our first job,
I knew these answer
sheets might be an issue,
so I told Penny to
have them shredded.
- Seriously.
- Ugh! Come on.
- They're being held
in this storage room.
We need to get there and
swipe the answer sheets
before they're picked up
by the shredding company.
- Which is in two weeks?
- 6:00 PM tomorrow,
during the PTA meeting.
- PTA?
Dude, there's gonna be
parents and teachers there?
We're toast.
- And now the bad news.
- Wha-
- Grimes has been trucking
in a ton of equipment
since noon yesterday.
I found receipts
for lasers, alarms,
drone parts, and permanent dye.
- What's the die for?
- That's the bad news.
- Oh, come on!
- The Tattler 2.0.
It has infrared cameras and
super sensitive hearing.
Worse, it's equipped
with paintballs
filled with permanent dye,
the same kind banks use
to mark bank robbers.
- You get tagged with this
stuff, it's not coming off.
- Mr. Gary sent out an
email district-wide today
saying that any student
marked with this stuff
is expelled from everywhere.
- Can he do that?
- No school means no audience!
My act will die.
- And I'll be homeschooled.
By my mother.
- Dude, what are we gonna do?
- Guys, I know this is scary.
We get caught this time,
we can basically kiss
our futures goodbye.
But we're facing something
much bigger than us,
and someone has
to make it right.
And we are the only people
crazy enough, weird enough,
and smart enough
to pull this off.
Last time it was for us,
this time it's for
all of Springdale.
So, one last job?
- One last job.
- One last job.
- One last job.
- All right, let's do this.
Penny had eyes everywhere.
She even deputized a
bunch of eighth graders
as hall monitors.
So we needed eyes of our own.
Everyone worked as a team.
We weren't great at everything,
but every one of us
was great at something.
Hopefully it would be enough.
- Whoa!
You built this?
- See anything interesting?
- Nothing unexpected.
- So, you got any
afterschool plans?
- Why you want back in?
- Why would I want that?
- It's not too late, Penny.
When you were with the
crew, I know you had fun.
- This is middle school, Ted.
There's no time for fun.
You have until the
bell rings, Freeman!
After that, it's game over.
- Maybe.
Maybe it's game on.
Penny had Gertz locked outta
the school's power grid.
The only things
she could control
were the hallway locks
and the PA system.
It would have to do.
Mr. Gary wanted the PTA
meeting to be a huge event,
a giant party just for him.
That would be our in.
We just needed the right bait.
Something amazing.
- Whoa!
I'm blown away! This is great!
You know what, and I
think it's really groovy
that you're making up for
what your friends did, okay?
But I don't have a lot of
time to learn magic tricks.
The PTA meeting's tonight.
- But you wanted it
to be big, right?
- The biggest!
- Hmm.
There might be another way.
I shouldn't even be
telling you this.
- Oh, come on, are
you kidding me?
- But magicians have a secret.
A way to win over any audience.
- I need that!
All these parents love Neely.
There's some mean parents
too, but what's the secret?
- You gotta have a big finish.
Now, tell me, Mr. Gary, how
do you feel about doves?
- About what?
- Well, you know what magicians
say about doves, right?
- No, I don't know what
magicians say about doves.
- They're very jazz flute.
- Make the call.
- Hold it right there.
What do you think
you're doing, buddy?
- Yeah, I got party
doves for the party.
- Mm, likely story.
I'm gonna have to check
that with the chief first.
- Okay. Okay.
- Freeman!
- Listen, kid-
- Detective.
- Sure.
I don't have all day, okay?
Do you want these doves or not?
I got a whole van
of party doves.
- Freeman!
- You're all clear. Good to go.
- But I need someone
to sign for them, so...
Oh, sir, could you maybe sign?
No. Fine.
It's fine!
- Come one, come all!
Come see the Amazing Chad!
- Not this time.
- This is Brains.
He took the bait.
- I seriously can't
believe this is working.
Like, seriously.
- See how you like that!
- What are you up to, Ted?
- Okay, so no one's gonna
sign for the party doves?
Fine. I don't need this.
Kid, party doves? You into it?
Nothing? All right.
- Oh no, we're all
the way in the C wing.
- Dude, those birds wreak.
Stinkiest magic ever.
Wait, am I allergic
to magic doves now?
- Gertz, we're pinned
down. Can you help?
- I see you.
There's just one, but
others are nearby.
Don't make a sound.
If they hear you, you're toast.
It's right behind you.
Stay out of sight.
Don't make a sound.
- No, no! Shh!
- I think I can
distract it with sound.
I just need...
Bless you.
- Thank you. Seriously.
- Gertz, we need
to get to the main hall.
How's it look?
- All good
for now, but hurry.
Springdale parents,
we will be starting the
PTA meeting in a moment.
- Well. You must be happy.
Our kids losing
their best friends.
- Look, I know it's not ideal,
but it might be for the best.
They need discipline.
When you're at war, having
discipline is the only way
you make it out alive.
- This is middle school, Cliff.
Take a look around.
Does it look like
anyone's at war?
- Mayday! Mayday!
I've got bogies on my six
and I'm taking heavy fire!
Please advise, over!
- Oh, yeah!
Magic is stupid! How you
like that magic, Chad, huh?
Eat that, Freeman!
- We made it!
- Shh.
- We made it.
- Now all we have to do
is use Neely's key card
and open up the door,
put the test answer
sheets in with the doves,
and wheel out of here
like nothing happened.
- Grimes.
It's a trick.
Ted is already in the building.
- Freeman's inside?
- Break off pursuit
and get back here.
Where are my Tattlers?
- Now!
- What the?
Ow! Ow!
Aw, that was my favorite plaid.
- Whoa.
Wow, what a turnout.
Well, I should
introduce myself to you.
My name is Gary Garrie.
I am the brand new principal
for the Springdale Magnet School
of the Jazz Flute Arts.
That's right. You heard it.
Jazz Flute Arts!
No, no, no questions. No, no
questions right now, okay?
But I can assure you
that this year's program
is gonna be hip, it's
going to be happening,
and above all, it's
gonna be groovy.
No, did you hear me? Groovy.
- Gertz, the key
card's not working.
- Fart, Penny's
already had my mother
locked outta the system.
- Josh, stop! The drones!
- What? This is as
quiet as I can get.
- Josh, stop kicking.
Gertz, can you open the door?
- Checking.
- Open the door.
I can't!
Use your key.
- It's not working.
Why isn't it working?
- Gertz!
Get this door open,
whatever it takes!
- What the heck is a Gertz?
- Where are you, Gertz Neely?
Got you.
Follow me.
- Well, can you open it?
- Yes, if I
open all the doors.
- Great. Do it.
- Wait, all of the doors?
- It's been hardwired together.
If I unlock that door,
all the doors open.
The Tattlers will be
on you in minutes.
- And Grimes?
- Seconds.
- Do it.
- Wait, what?
- It's the only way.
You stay here, try
to finish the job.
I'll buy you some time.
- But that's not
part of the plan.
- You're right. Can't
plan for everything.
- No.
You finish the job.
I'll buy you some time.
- No, if Grimes catches
anyone, it should be me.
I'm the one he's after.
- We'll see about that.
- Ted?
Ted?
- Do it.
- Fart.
- Barker?
- It's not Ted you're
after, you know.
It's me.
- Nice try, Barker.
Everyone knows
Freeman's the brains.
- Yeah, but I'm the hands.
All those pranks, every
remote controlled stink bomb,
the water balloon launcher,
the splatter horn.
I built them all.
- And the videos?
- Oh, you mean Wannabe Cop Fails
with 36,000 views and counting?
Did you like it?
- Barker!
- That's when it happened.
- The ending will shock you.
- To save the school
and to save his friends.
Josh Barker, the ultimate
prankster, pranked himself.
72 weeks of farts was
Josh's crowning achievement.
His finest prank.
And he planned it all himself.
The hands had become the brains.
They say it's a stink so rancid
nothing could survive it.
Gertz! Gertz!
- First Gertz, now Josh?
You have good friends, Freeman.
Too bad they're all going down.
Just like you.
- Maybe.
But that's the price of being
part of something amazing.
- Freeman!
Finally! Caught you in the act!
- Do you even know
what's going on here?
Do you even care?
- All I care about is rules.
- What is your deal anyways?
- When I was your
age, I had a saying.
"One slip today could be
a catastrophe tomorrow."
I never slipped, Freeman.
Not once.
And look at me now.
- Thank you.
- No!
Ted, run!
- Come one, come all!
- Ted! Ted!
You have to get up now.
- My pants!
- Come on, Ted! Move!
- My pants!
- It's the end of an era and
the beginning of a new one.
Right now, I'm going to name
the new student ambassador
of Springdale's new Jazz
Flute Magnet, Penny Prichard!
Oh, oh, oh!
And also, as of this week,
Ms. Penny Prichard has
the highest GPA score,
which actually makes her
number one, all right?
Number one!
Come on!
- Oh, that's gotta
hurt, huh, Freeman?
But that's the price
for malfeasance, boys.
Cold sting of justice.
Oh, that's probably
your parents.
I gave them a call.
It's not gonna be like
last time, though.
This time I got proof.
This time, nobody's saving
either one of you two.
Oh no.
They sound mad.
- That's enough.
- I'm just making
sure they can hear.
- I suppose I should let 'em in.
I know the law is
supposed to be impartial,
but I gotta admit, I'm
really gonna enjoy this.
Whoa!
Hey, Sammie the Steambear,
what you got there?
Classic Steambear.
Stay outta trouble.
- It takes a woman's
touch sometimes, Cliff.
- What, are you gonna just
gently press the button
and that's gonna be it?
- What, are you gonna
just with your
giant man fingers?
- I'm just making sure that...
- Here he comes.
- Okay, people.
People, okay. The answer is no.
We cannot go back
to the old magnet.
And yes, the new magnet
has to be jazz flute.
- What are you thinking?
- What is this all about?
- Malfeasance of course,
- Of course it is.
Malfeasance.
- Didn't I tell you
what would happen
if you kept hanging around with-
Oh, gee, son!
You wreak!
- Where is Ted?
- Right there, the one and only.
- I am not joking, Mr. Grimes.
Where is my son?
- Listen, if you had
passed the SPLAT thing,
then this wouldn't be a problem.
But what do you want me to do?
Listen, I'm trying
my best tonight.
Wait a minute, wait,
wait, wait, wait.
Here we go, and now
for the big finish!
- Lady, that's him.
That's Freeman in
the red hoodie.
- Okay, that's not
red, it's razzmatazz.
- No, it can't be.
- There a problem, officer?
- No!
- And now join me for
the Springdale Magnet
for the Jazz Flute
Arts takes flight!
- What is that?
- What is all this?
- They're the SPLAT scores.
The real ones.
- What?
I don't understand, I
delivered that bin myself.
- The ol' switcheroo?
- The ol' switcheroo!
- You have
good friends, Freeman.
Too bad they're all going
down, just like you.
- Maybe.
But that's the price of being
part of something amazing.
- So if you're here,
then that means...
- Care to explain this?
- It's simple, Ms. Neely.
Mr. Gary wanted your job.
I guess he was always
tired of being...
Overlooked.
So he faked the SPLAT scores
and shut down the magnet.
- The SPLAT scores were fake?
- That's right, ma'am.
Mr. Gary failed us.
- He sure did.
- Come on!
You're gonna actually listen to-
You're gonna listen to him?
Come on, you guys!
Who are you gonna believe?
These genius kids, or me?
Genius kids, or me?
- Yeah, I get it now.
- Faking test scores,
defrauding the school system,
abusing his position.
I don't know about you,
but I think there's a
perfect word for that.
- Malfeasance.
Tattletales, assemble.
- What!
What is-
Oh, bummer!
- You know what?
This isn't worth it!
I did it. Okay?
I did it. It wasn't
the kids, it was me.
Okay?
It was me. There.
- I cannot believe our
boys pulled this off.
You know, that must
have taken so much-
- Discipline.
- Uh-huh.
- It was all me, okay?
You satisfied?
Can I get a wet
wipe or something?
- You can guess
what happened next.
Ms. Neely got her old job back.
After he was let go,
Mr. Gary decided to
follow his passion.
Grimes had to give up all
his fancy new gadgets.
At least we think he did.
And Chad finally got to
take his act on the road.
Kinda.
- Whoo!
- Well, guys, it's been amazing.
If you ever need me,
feel free to call.
- Wait, your last
name is Zandini?
- Yeah, so?
- Zandini? But you
go by Amazing Chad?
- What have I done?
Come see the Amazing Chad!
- So, good results?
- Smart, efficient,
tactically sound.
Analysis: Not garbage.
And I'm sorry for saying you
were acting out for attention.
That wasn't cool.
- It's fine.
I was only mad 'cause
you were right.
How'd you know?
- Easy. It's exactly what I do.
Friendzies for pretendzies?
- Maybe not pretendzies.
I've said too much.
- Well, we did it.
We saved the school.
- Yep. Worst plan ever.
- So something
tells me you're not
going down for any of this.
- Mr. Gary's in enough
trouble as it is,
and taking orders
from a 12-year-old?
Not a good look.
But you were right, Ted.
- When I was with you and
the crew, I did have fun.
- So, I guess it'll be
trying to take me down again.
- No, Ted, we both know
there's only one person
in the whole school smart
enough to beat Ted Freeman.
- See you in class.
- See you in class.
Let's talk about plans.
Everything you've ever loved,
every cool thing
that has ever existed
did start with a plan.
But Josh was right.
Life can be messy.
There's order, there's chaos,
and somewhere in
between, there's us.
It's good to have plans, but
you can't plan for everything.
Where's the fun in that?
- Let's talk about plans.
Everything you've ever loved,
every cool thing
that's ever existed,
it started with a plan.
What you're looking at
right now, that's my plan.
My entire life mapped
out in exacting detail,
year by year, goal by goal.
This is what I do.
I plan.
And my plans always work.
Until they don't.
Ted! Ted, Ted!
Get up, we're out
of time. Hurry!
- Where are my pants?
- Ted, there's no time,
you have to get up now!
- My pants.
- Freeman!
- Come on, Ted! Move!
- My pants!
I know what you're thinking.
"How did I, Ted Freeman,
Dean's list member,
Honor Roll recipient,
and straight A student
end up like this?"
Well, I guess it all
started with the SPLAT.
- The Specialized
Placement Achievement Test,
the mother of all
standardized testing,
the decider of your future.
- Typical.
Everyone here actually tries.
And you two just
breeze on through.
- Oh, hi, Penny.
Nice to see you too.
- Let your intellect be your
sword, logic your armor.
- It's not like you're
gonna pass the SPLAT anyway,
but Ted ought to know better.
- Ted doesn't need to worry
because Ted has the highest
scores in the entire school.
And what rank are you again?
Hmm, let me think.
Oh, I remember number two.
As always.
- Guys, we're gonna
miss something.
- Springdale Magnet,
put your hands together
for Sammie Steambear.
- Feeling trapped?
Feeling stressed?
Feeling helpless?
Why, it's nothing a
little magic can't fix!
With a little preparation and
a simple wave of the hand,
you too can watch in wonderment
as your stress disappears!
- Garbage in, garbage out.
- Wow!
Chad, everyone!
- The Amazing Chad!
- Oh, the Amazing Chad!
All right, and how about those
sound and lighting effects?
All computer controlled
by my brilliant
daughter, Gertrude Neely!
If anyone's interested
and looking for a bestie,
she's available.
She's super.
- Gertz!
- Okay, so as you guys
know, I am Principal Neely.
Neely!
- Thank you. Thank you.
And welcome to Springdale
Magnet School Prep Rally!
As you know, Springdale
Magnet School
for the Arts and Sciences,
it's a really special place
where we value
unconventional gifts here.
But to do that,
there's a trade off,
and that's the SPLAT test.
It's the most important test
of your middle school careers,
and tomorrow you're going
to sit there and take it.
I trust you've used these
past few weeks to study up,
because you know that
this magnet program
depends on the outcome
of these tests.
If the magnet test
fails, then many of you
will have to go back
to your zoned schools.
- Can you imagine going
to different schools?
It would suck, we'd never
even get to hang out.
- I mean, take me, for example.
I didn't get to go to a
magnet school, and look at me.
- Knowing my dad, he'd
probably just ship me off
to the army or something.
- No, he wouldn't.
Would he?
- You really never make
those bonds with people.
And then you try
and you get married,
and then that doesn't work out.
He cheats, so you know-
Anyway, nevermind,
so now to teach you
some totally sick stress
relieving techniques
is Mr. Gary Garrie,
our guidance counselor.
- Hey, everybody.
Hey, everybody.
That was a lot, huh?
Well, that goes to show us
how much Principal Neely
loves this magnet program.
Okay?
She beat out a lot of qualified
candidates to get this job.
And it's our job to make sure
that we don't let her down!
Now, let's talk about stress.
Stress ain't groovy.
- No.
- It's not groovy at all.
- No.
- It's a bummer.
- Yeah.
- Okay? A straight up bummer.
But we have to find healthy
ways to deal with stress.
You know what it is?
- I'm listening.
- Jazz flute.
- No! No!
- Oh, come on! Every time.
- No, no, no. Gary,
we talked about this.
- No jazz flute?
I was working on it.
- Nobody likes jazz flute
but you.
Okay, thank you,
Mr. Gary Garrie.
Moving on now, why
don't we get some words
from our campus security,
Mr. Terry Grimes.
A positive word, Terry.
- Okay, listen up, punks.
I know some of you
are gonna use this
as an excuse to act out,
but I'm here to
lay down the law.
Starting now, there
will be zero tolerance
for any malfeasance.
- Dude, check it. Check it!
- That includes antics,
hijinks, shenanigans.
- Here where it comes.
- And especially pranks.
- Freeman!
The splatter horn.
- Your best plan yet.
- Freeman!
- Malfeasance,
malfeasance, malfeasance.
So?
- Well, the person in
the video didn't lie.
The end is shocking.
- Expel them,
especially Freeman.
I know he posted this,
and I know he pulled that
little stunt on the stage today.
- Excuse me, but
whatever happened
to innocent until proven guilty?
Something you wanna say, Cliff?
- Why, yes, Hannah, I do
have something to say.
- Mm.
- This is a classic example
of why I don't want my boy
hanging out with your boy.
Your kid masterminds
these crazy schemes
and drags Josh down with him.
- Our boys are best friends.
How could you even think
of tearing them apart?
- Oh, don't be so dramatic.
Your boy needs discipline.
- Oh, okay. Sir, yes
sir, Lieutenant Dad!
- Don't call me that.
You know I hate when
people call me that!
- A little touchy about it.
- I'm not touchy at all.
In fact-
- When's the last time
you pooped?
- Bowel movements, that's the
term we use in our household.
- A BM?
- Yes, BM.
My bowel movements
are very regular.
- Grimes has nothing on us.
We're clean, dude.
The perfect crime.
- Yeah, but I think
we better cool it
with the pranks for a while.
I need to ace this SPLAT.
You know I have a plan.
- I keep telling you,
life is messy, Ted.
You can't plan for everything.
- I disagree.
- Besides, pranking
is what we do.
You plan 'em, I
build 'em, remember?
You're the brains,
I'm the hands?
- Yeah, but you could totally
plan a prank if you wanted to.
What about the red door?
- Ah, the red door.
- Josh did have one idea.
He wanted it to
be the gnarliest,
most epic prank ever conceived.
And it was right there,
waiting for the perfect victim.
You ever gonna tell
me what's in there?
- You don't wanna know.
- What are you guys looking at?
- Ah!
- Holy crap!
Geez, Gertz, lurk much?
- I could ask you
the same thing.
- We're just waiting
for Josh's dad
to finish yelling at your mom.
- It's almost over.
Cover your ears.
- Cover your ears?
- She's a weirdo, don't
listen to anything she-
- Mr. Barker, Terry, listen.
I agree that this
kind of behavior
is not something we
value here at Springdale.
- Good.
- Finally.
- But this is a magnet school.
We need students like Ted
and Josh to keep us alive,
keep us competitive.
- So what's the
bottom line here?
- The bottom line, Mr. Grimes,
is that as long as Ted and
Josh keep their grades up,
they are safe.
- Namaste.
- Hey.
It's a big day tomorrow.
- Yeah.
Big day every day.
- You know, I hope that you know
you do not have to be perfect
at absolutely everything
because you are
already perfect to me.
Do not stay up too late.
- Okay.
Mom was sweet, but she
didn't know what I knew.
The only difference
between a life of rules
and a life of ruin is
following the plan.
One slip today can mean
catastrophe tomorrow.
- Okay, guys, I
know you're tense,
but remember, you're the gifted
class in a gifted school.
You're the top scores on campus.
You are the Scorcerers.
You got this, okay, guys?
SPLAT time.
And remember, every
student has one
Testron answer sheet
assigned to them,
so please do not
damage or deface them.
I can't believe I
need to say this,
but please don't chew on them,
don't fold them into planes,
don't make them into
ninja throwing stars,
don't get them wet.
Okay. Deep breath.
Ready?
Set.
SPLAT!
- Congratulations, Springdale!
You finished the splat.
Now, of course, we
won't have the results
until all of the answer
sheets are processed
by our own Mr. Sneederman.
Right, Mr. Sneederman?
I am so pleased to announce
Friday be a total LOSS,
Let Off Some Steam dance!
Whoo! We're gonna
finally have some fun.
It's a formal event
with its own dress code,
social expectations,
and rules of conduct.
But don't worry, I
made a 36-page handbook
on dance party etiquette,
and you can pick it
up after second lunch.
So exciting.
- Finally, something cool!
Not the dance, of course,
no one cared about that.
We were excited
about something else.
Second lunch.
You see, for the last two years,
every day at second lunch,
there had been an event.
When I first heard about it,
I thought it was a myth,
like the Boogeyman or Bigfoot
or TikTok video that
says "wait till the end"
that's actually worth it.
But it was no myth. It was real.
He was real.
Robbie Belcher.
No one knew where he came from.
Some say he was a transfer.
Others say he's
always been here.
All we know for sure is
every day at second lunch,
he appears for the ritual.
Adults like to call
it a condition,
like an illness for
allergy, but us?
We knew the truth.
We knew it was a gift.
They say it's a stink so
rancid, so astoundingly epic,
nothing can survive it.
- Man, he's still got it.
- He really does.
- Ted, we need to talk.
Now.
- Say that again.
- F Plus.
- F Plus, what do
you mean F Plus?
- Shouldn't you be
watching the door?
You're telling me this
man who's never gotten
anything worse than an
A in his entire life
did so bad on SPLAthat he got an F?
- Plus.
- Plus makes it so much worse.
Leaves a bad taste
in your mouth. Wow.
- Josh, watch the door.
- Not till we figure this out.
Grades don't come
out till next week.
How do we even know?
- Because as teacher's aid,
I have access to things.
- Like what?
- Oh, I don't know, maybe
the teacher's lounge?
- Good point. Go on.
- I was helping Mr. Sneederman
run the Testron answer
sheet to the reader
and I saw the grades
as they came through.
- And?
- And I wanted to see if
I did better than Ted.
So when his answer sheet
went through, I peeked.
- I knew it.
I knew the Goody-Two-Shoes
thing was just an act!
That's private information.
You're not allowed to just-
- Hide!
- Oh, hey, Penny.
What are you doing in here?
- I'm really sorry, Mr. Kade.
I just needed some space.
I'm feeling really nervous
about the test scores.
- Oh, well, that's
completely understandable.
Hey, I'm sure you knocked
it outta the park.
You're a phenomenal student.
Lemme tell you why.
Number one...
- Ugh, what a scammer.
She's got every
teacher totally fooled.
Can you believe this?
- I remember watching
you sit at recess once
with a trigonometry book,
correcting spelling errors.
- I slipped. I blew it,
I ruined everything.
- Dude, it's no big deal.
You'll come up with something.
You always have a plan, right?
Right?
- That's why we watch the door.
Is he okay?
We need to figure
out our next move.
- Our next move?
What do you care that
Ted got an F Plus.
- Because I got one too.
I've never gotten a
grade that bad before.
I don't know what happened.
- Wait, you're telling
me both you brainiacs
failed this thing?
I'm not buying it.
- Yeah, Josh is right.
Statistically, it's impossible.
There must have been a
mistake with the grading.
- I bet Mr. Sneederman
screwed it up
with his ancient computer.
Have you seen that thing?
It's even older than he is.
- Maybe, but even so, what
are we supposed to do?
- There's gotta be
someone we can talk to.
Someone on the staff who's
on our side no matter what.
- Now, Gertz, you know
I'm always on your side
no matter what.
Your mother said you've been
in this school for two years
and haven't made one friend?
- Garbage in, garbage out.
- You see, all she does
is code, code, code.
I mean, she's getting to an age
where things are
getting confusing.
And if she doesn't
wanna talk to me,
she should at least
have friends to talk to.
- Well, maybe she
needs a healthy outlet.
- Don't say jazz
flute. Don't say it.
No.
No.
I don't know what to do anymore.
Maybe I have to send her
to one of those camps
for antisocial teens.
- Mr. Gary, we need
to talk to you.
It's urgent.
- So why do you guys
wanna retake this SPLAT?
You don't even know
how you did yet!
- We're worried.
It's always good to have
a plan B, right, Ted?
- Right, right. A plan B.
- Well, the only way you
guys could retake the SPLAis if your old records were lost
before they were uploaded
into your permanent record.
- Got it, and where are
the scores right now?
- Why do you guys
need to know all this?
- We're students.
We love to learn?
- No way he
was gonna buy that.
- Okay, I'll tell
you everything.
- I can't
believe he bought it.
Our scores were being
stored in the records room
on the oldest
computer in the world,
which belonged to
Mr. Sneederman,
the oldest file
clerk in the world.
There was only one door,
which was always locked.
And Sneederman had the only key.
The computer was so old
it couldn't even
connect to the internet.
It was safe from viruses,
hacking, everything.
The only way those scores
were gonna disappear...
- Is if someone went
in and did it by hand,
which we know ain't happening.
So I'm afraid whatever
scores you guys got,
that's the scores you guys got.
- What if I failed the test?
That's not part of the plan.
- Sorry, Ted. You can't
plan for everything.
- Well, guys, we better
start packing our lockers.
Looks like we're headed
back to our old school.
- Or the army.
I hear they won't take
you if you got flat feet.
Do either of you
have a foot guy?
- Penny, I need you
to get me a list
of everyone who failed to SPLAT.
- Okay...
- Josh, there are designs
on pages 27, 28, and 29.
Copy them down and
start building.
Are you saying what I
think you're saying?
- Yep, I have a plan.
- We're going to Canada!
- No, we're not
moving to Canada.
Why do you always think
we're going to Canada?
- It just seems nice.
- Guys, we need to make
these scores disappear
and we can't do it alone.
We need a crew.
It started out pretty rough.
- Probably not Nelly.
- How about Thomas?
- Eh, Thomas? The
kid needs help.
How about Bailey?
- No.
- No. Nah.
- Maybe.
- I heard she got a C once.
- Oh.
- No.
- Who is that guy?
- I don't even know.
- I don't know.
- We'll get back to you!
- No.
- Not a chance.
- Nope.
- Antonio. No.
- No, no, no, no, no.
- Get Antonio!
Get that monkey outta here!
- No, no, no.
No, cross Antonio out, no.
- No.
- But the crew didn't
have to be great at everything.
Everyone just had to
be great at one thing.
- Oh, yeah! Chad.
- What about Chad?
- How about Gertz?
- How about Gertz?
- Gertz! Gertz!
- Yeah!
- But she's kind of weird.
- She is kind of weird.
- Yeah, but she knows
the way around computers,
and we need that.
- That's true.
- I guess so. Yeah.
- Before too
long we had our crew.
It was me, the mastermind.
Josh, an expert prankster
who could build anything.
Penny, the insider
who had every teacher
wrapped around her finger.
The Amazing Chad,
master of misdirection,
who may have filled
out his test sheet
with disappearing ink.
- Hey!
- Hey!
- And Gertz Neely,
a computer whiz
who intentionally flunked
the SPLAT to annoy her mom.
- What are you doing in the
staff restroom, young lady?
You know that's off
limits to students.
- Who just
happens to be...
- Oh, hi, baby.
Hi, Terry. Great new look.
- Principal Neely.
- You're a genius
with computers,
but don't have an outlet for it.
I propose we can help you, but
we need something in return.
- Here it is.
- Ted, did
you get the stuff?
- You don't need a
red jacket for this.
- It's not red, it's razzmatazz.
I always wear razzmatazz
when I'm performing.
- It's $92.
- Yeah, $92 is the
price of being price
of being part of
something amazing.
- What is this place anyway?
- Layers of dust, canned
food, suspicious bucket.
My guess, Josh's room.
- Hey, this is my dad's
old doomsday shelter,
for your information.
- Interesting.
Your dad sounds hardcore,
and you're soft.
Analysis: You've tried
winning his approval.
But that got old,
so now you rebel.
Pulling pranks and cutting class
because negative attention
is better than no attention.
Is that correct?
- And she wonders why
she has no friends.
- You have got to teach me that.
- So did you figure
out when the scores
are getting picked up?
- Monday morning.
- Great, then we can pull
the heist on for Friday.
You're not worried about Grimes?
- Nope, Grimes should
be at a total LOSS.
- The Let Off Some Steam dance!
All the teachers
will be chaperoning
and the halls will
be completely open.
That's actually
kind of brilliant.
- Answer sheets.
- What about them?
- Mr. Gary said that in
order to retake the SPLAT,
we have to make all of
our scores disappear.
We have to leave no trace
of our original answers.
In order for that to happen,
those answer sheets
need to disappear too.
Sneederman's clipboard
says they're scheduled
to be picked up for
storage next week.
- But what if they're picked
up to be shredded instead?
- That can be arranged.
- Whoa.
What is this?
- Oh, that's my dad's.
He used to play golf.
Now he says golf is for babies.
Like all games.
Or anything fun.
I just bummed myself out.
- Well, he's crazy!
This beauty is amazing!
It would make a
perfect Magic Mobile.
- Totally.
A what now?
- I always had this dream of
taking my act on the road.
A magic show on the go!
Picture it, a Magic
Mobile all decked out
with every magic
trick in the book!
- Tricks, like pranks?
- Well, some of them, sure.
But alas, when it comes
to magic, I got the goods.
When it comes to making stuff,
I just don't have the hands.
- Hands you say.
Amazing Chad, let's talk.
- The crew
was coming together.
We had a big job to do and
not much time to do it.
Luckily, everyone was in.
- I'm out.
- Gertz, wait.
- I told you she's a
weirdo. Just let her go.
- The plan doesn't
work without her.
Gertz, wait.
Wait, we need you.
What happened?
What went wrong?
- Coding makes sense to me.
People don't.
I rub people the wrong way.
- Yeah, but you
realize that your mom's
only sending you to that camp
because she wants you
to have friends, right?
- Accurate. So?
- What if we're your friends.
- But we're not friends.
- Right, but what if we're
friendzies for pretendzies?
- First, that was so cringe.
Second, are you crazy?
Hanging out with Gertz in
public? It's social suicide.
- I'll do it.
On two conditions.
One, you get my mom off my back.
And two, in coding you put in
bad code, you get bad results.
Garbage in, garbage out.
I don't want that.
I want good results.
- That makes two of us.
- So cringe.
Can I do it too?
- We spent hours
going over the plan.
It was pretty simple, really.
Okay, guys, so while
Sneederman's at the table,
Chad, you distract the
crowd, pulling them away.
You snag the key.
You will work lights,
locks, and camera.
And you'll be on lookout.
I'll slip out the
back, grab the key,
and erase the scores before
anyone knows what's happening.
Got it?
- Totally.
What?
- How could it be any simpler?
Guys, it's so easy.
- Yeah, for the
geniuses in the room.
- Look, it's a lot like
studying for a test.
To solve the bigger problem,
you have to break it
into smaller pieces.
- Yes, great!
So let's do this in phases.
- Ooh! With cool nicknames!
- Nicknames?
Okay, with cool nicknames.
Let's start at the top.
Sneederman and the staff
have a secret card game
in the maintenance room
during every school dance.
Sneederman always keeps
his office key with him.
We need that key.
We can't do anything
until Principal Neely
sees that Gertz is
having fun at the dance,
so that's gonna be phase
one, which we're calling...
- Smotherboard.
- Yeah!
That's cool.
- That's a good one.
- Perfect.
Now, even with
Neely off our case,
we'll still need a distraction.
Chad, that's where you come in.
- Ooh!
Phase two, Chad-straction!
- Cool.
- Okay.
- Sure.
So while Chad creates a
diversion, we can swipe the key.
That's all you, Josh.
What's the name for phase three?
- Joshination!
- No.
- Let's call that a placeholder.
Phase four.
Our secret little buddy
will transport the key
all the way from the gym
to Mr. Sneederman's office,
which we're calling...
- Obviously Little Buddy.
- And phase five.
This is basically
an emergency phase
in case everything goes wrong.
We'll need a miracle.
- I've got this one.
Phase five. Abracadabra!
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- All right, everybody,
let's get to work.
And we did.
Everyone did their part.
It was a little weird
because I'd never
broken a single rule before,
but I kept telling myself this
was a desperate situation.
There had to be something
wrong with those scores
and we needed to find out what.
So we kept going.
And before long, Friday came.
And the heist was on.
- Malfeasance.
It's happening.
Even as a boy, I knew
one simple truth.
There's a line between
living a life of rules
and living a life of ruin.
I am that line.
Malfeasance thrives in secrecy.
Secrets are no match
for a Tattletale.
- Why do they all look
like wealthy robots?
- Steam punk!
You know, Let Off Some Steam.
- Oh!
Clever kids,
they're clever kids!
- Smart little devils.
- Look at them.
- All right, everybody.
Smotherboard's in effect.
- Neely's on the move!
- Hey, Gertz.
- Hey, Gertz!
So nice to see you.
- Hello, friends at dance.
- Gertz, you're the
life of the party.
All right, guys,
Smotherboard is complete.
- You guys wanna
keep being idiots
or should we start
phase two at some point?
- Good point.
- Hands, you're
going the wrong way.
Back up and take a left.
- Aw, man!
- Brains, this is the Magic.
I got a bad feeling about this.
It's bad luck to break routine
on the night of a show.
- Is this about that
red jacket again?
- It's razzmatazz!
- It's it's $92.
- Yes, Ted.
$92 is the price of being
part of something amazing.
- We don't need the jacket.
We don't need razzmatazz!
Just follow the
plan and everything-
- In a hurry, Freeman?
- Just grabbing some punch.
- Punch is that way.
I know you're up to something.
I've got eyes everywhere
and they're all watching
you like a hawk.
- Ted, you promised me a dance.
Bye, Mr. Grimes.
What did you do to that man?
- Nothing he can prove.
Hands, you in position?
- Affirmative.
Just waiting for phase two.
- Roger that, Hands.
Magic, you're on.
- Yes! Time for
a Chad-straction!
Yeah, baby!
Springdale!
You guys ready for
another a magic, wonder,
and pure entertainment!
Then join me on the dance floor
and let get this party started!
Is it working? Is
the party started?
- No, it's not working.
- What's going on?
The party's not started?
- No, the party is not started.
I repeat, the party
is not started.
Chad, you're dying out there.
- Signature move!
- I told you he couldn't
get the party started.
- Does anyone know how to
get this party started?
- Analysis: A crippling fear
of mockery and rejection
will prevent tweens from
doing anything sincerely.
Instead, every
activity must be done
under a guise of
irony and sarcasm
- In English, please.
- If you want tweens to
dance, play something stupid.
Hey, kids!
- Yeah?
- What can you do when
you're feeling down or drab?
- Do the
Hungry Alligator!
- That's right!
It's the hungry alligator
Snap, snap, snap
Put your hands together
Clap, clap, clap
- Nice, Gertz. Good thinking.
- Nice job, Gertz.
- Good thinking, Gertz.
What?
- Nothing.
Do the funky,
hungry alligator
- Brains. Brains!
Hey, Brains!
- Go for Brains.
- Are we a go for
phase three or what?
- Good call, Hands.
Initiate...
Joshination.
In three, two, one.
- What is this?
Do the hungry alligator
- They fixed it.
You had the key to the castle.
You had the keys.
- You leave Sammie the
Steambear out of this, Freeman.
- Fart!
Guys, looks like
there's a backup system.
30 seconds to lights on.
- 30 seconds?
- That's it, I'm
tired of waiting.
We'll finish this
game up at prom.
- Oh, no.
- Sit down.
- Oh, the old'
switcheroo, eh, Freeman?
- 20 seconds.
- Not this time.
- Forget it! No lights, no game.
Not with you cheats.
- No, no, no, no.
Come on.
- Come on.
- Got you, Freeman!
- There a problem, officer?
- Chad?
- The Amazing Chad!
- 10 seconds.
Nine, eight, seven, six,
five, four, three.
- Almost. Dang it!
Two, one.
- Yes!
- Oh, there we go!
- See! There you go!
- Okay. Let's keep it going.
- Hands to Brains,
package received.
Looks like I'm in the clear.
Uh-oh.
- What in Sam Hill?
- Say, I hear you fine folks
like to play some cards.
- Oh, yes we do!
- Hello, come on in!
- Tech, I'm at the hallway.
- The door's unlocked
and the cameras are down.
- The package is in place.
- Copy that.
Little Buddy is a go.
Repeat, Little Buddy is a go.
- Two can play at that game.
Go, Tattlers.
- Come on. Come on, where is he?
Grimes has a drone?
- When did
Grime get a drone?
- That's a Tattler
surveillance drone.
Grimes is not messing around.
- Come on! I have to get
away from this thing.
How is it so fast?
Paintballs? Are you kidding me?
Who made this?
This is so annoying!
Come on!
- Come on.
- Guys, why'd the car stop?
What's going on?
- Really, Mr. Barker?
Video games?
- I have a problem.
- Yes you do. You should
be out here socializing!
Come on, you'll get this
back after the dance. Geez
- Guys? What's going on?
- Hands is down for the count.
- You're gonna have to
get the package yourself.
- Charm is right.
Don't let the drone
camera see you.
Don't let it see your face.
- Come on, Freeman.
Give me the proof I need.
- I can't outrun
it! It's too fast!
Guys, I need a place to hide!
- Don't open that door.
- What is in there?
- You don't wanna know.
- Guys, Neely's
headed to her office.
Why isn't she at the dance?
- That
doesn't make sense,
I triple checked her schedule.
She should be done for the day.
- Tech, get eyes on Neely.
I need to know if
she gets back my way.
I'm in.
We did it.
- Nice!
Yes!
Guys, we have a problem.
Where's Neely?
- At her desk,
starting her computer.
What's the problem?
- I'm looking at
Sneederman's clipboard.
It says he already delivered
the grades to Neely.
- What? I thought that
was happening Monday.
- Can you see what she's doing?
Does she have a floppy disc?
- Maybe?
What's a floppy disc?
- Nevermind. Can
you see her screen?
What's she looking at?
- She's on the
school district testing page.
I think she's about
to upload the scores.
- Can you
shut down the wifi?
- It's on the mesh system.
I can buy you
maybe five minutes.
- Do it. Get your mom
outta that office.
- How am I supposed to do that?
- Oh.
That's weird.
- Mother.
- Hi!
Are you okay?
Why aren't you at the dance?
- I'm in emotional turmoil
and would like to speak
to you about my feelings
for the next two
minutes and 37 seconds.
- Oh.
Okay, well, I'm just in
the middle of something.
- Take it or leave it.
I'll be in the lobby.
- Oh.
Oh, no, I'll take it.
Okay, I'll take it.
Okay. Wait, wait, wait.
I'm here. I'm here.
I'm here, I'm here. Okay.
Okay.
- No.
I shall avenge you.
- Come on!
- Ted!
- Penny, what are
you doing here?
Helping you.
You obviously need it.
GERTRUDE55.
- What?
- Neely's password. GERTRUDE55.
- There, we got the test scores.
- Freeman.
- What? That's weird.
- What's wrong?
F pluses! Tons of them!
How could there be so many?
- What do you wanna talk about?
This is a safe space, honey.
Safe.
- Well, I'm just very
worried about time.
- Worried about time?
Time in general in life,
or just time to speak?
No, honey, I have all
the time in the world.
- Well, I feel like we
only have about 30 seconds.
- Ted! 30 seconds!
Ted! Fine, you're right.
- Come out, come out
wherever you are!
- What?
- The mouse stopped working.
- Use the keyboard!
- I'm sorry. I know,
mom, a principal.
Too much time. Too
much time at work.
- It's not working either!
- What? It was literally
working two seconds ago.
- I know!
- You have my undivided
attention, okay?
Let's talk.
- Time's up.
- Well, that was a good talk.
It's a start, huh?
- Well, did this help?
- I hope so.
- What happened?
- We lost.
- Freeman!
- Terry? Hi.
- What the heck is this?
- Girl talk.
- Girl talk.
- Torture.
- Phase five! I
need phase five now!
- Say the magic word!
- Abracadabra!
- All aboard the Magic Mobile!
Next stop, wonderment!
- Freeman!
- Well?
- I told you we
needed that jacket.
This was not amazing, Ted.
Not amazing at all.
- Garbage in, garbage out.
- Well, we can't win
'em all, I guess.
- I'm sorry, dude.
- Okay.
Bye.
- Ms. Neely, I need to talk
to you about the SPLAT scores.
- Yeah, I need to
talk to you too, Ted.
Come in. Sit down.
I was just about to get you.
These were on my
desk this morning.
Tampering with test scores, Ted.
I mean, I knew you are stressed
and nervous about
the test, but this?
I never expected this behavior!
I'm sorry, but this is a black
mark on your record, Ted.
No good school
will take you now.
Which is why I'm
not reporting it.
I can't protect you
anymore though, Ted.
This is the last time.
Think of it as a goodbye gift.
Goodbye?
Yeah, the SPLAT scores weren't
as good as we expected,
so I've been asked to
step down as principal.
And my replacement.
Well, they don't have the same
ideas for the magnet program.
- Who could they possibly
find to replace you?
- Well...
- It's me, Mr. Gary.
That's right. And
the rumors are true.
As of Wednesday, I'm taking
over as principle of Springdale.
And I got a big
surprise for you.
We are changing the magnet
from science and arts
to, you guessed it, jazz flute!
So if you've been practicing
like I told you to,
you still have a place
here in Springdale.
But if you haven't, good
luck at your new school.
How was that?
- Jazz flute.
Jazz flute. Nobody wants
to play jazz flute!
Anyways, did you get your
new school assignment?
I heard Gertz might be
going to Thornewick,
That weird private school.
I don't know where
Chad is going.
Magic school? Clown school?
I could actually see
him doing good there.
Not that you asked, but
my dad's trying to get me
into Remington Boy's Academy,
"where boys become men."
Whoop-de-doop-be-doop.
I mean, maybe we can still
hang out on weekends.
Just gotta see if
my dad will let me.
Dude, what's your problem?
You haven't said a
word to me all day.
Your plan didn't work, so what?
Let's at least have fun
together while we still can.
Fine, if that's
all you care about,
I hope you and your stupid
little plan have fun together.
Good luck, dude.
Nice knowing you.
- Josh, wait-
- Well, it's been another
groovy day in Springdale.
But before you all go home,
I just wanna extend a
word of appreciation
to Springdale's top student.
Someone who really knows the
importance of a good plan.
The student with the
highest GPA in the school
and the only one of the
Springdale Scorcerers
to actually ace the SPLAT.
- But I didn't ace the SPLAT.
- Please join me
in congratulating our own...
- Hey.
What are you doing here?
- Oh, hello, Ted.
- Penny, what's going on?
- Are you okay, Ted?
You seem confused.
- You told us you
failed the SPLAT,
but Mr. Gary's announcement
said you aced it.
Were you lying to us?
- Oh, 100%.
Wait, don't tell me you still
haven't figured it out yet.
I didn't fail the SPLAT.
Neither did you.
No one did.
- But I saw the grades
in Neely's office.
Every Scorcerer got an F Plus.
I changed them.
Well, my partner did.
We changed all the top
scores to an F Plus.
All but mine.
But those grades, they're why
the magnet's shutting down,
why Miss Neely's losing her job
and why Josh and I have to
go to different schools!
Why would you do that?
- I'm tired, Ted.
You know how hard I've worked?
No parties, no friends, no fun.
I wanna be the best.
And yet, when you're around,
I always come in second.
I needed you gone, buddy.
But I knew I couldn't get
you kicked out by myself.
There's only one person
in the whole school
smart enough to beat Ted
Freeman, and that's...
Ted Freeman.
You hate messes, Ted.
You'll do anything
to avoid them.
So when I presented you with
the biggest mess of all,
it was just a matter of time
before Ted Freeman tried
to plan his way out of it.
I'm feeling really nervous
about the test scores.
There's gotta be
someone we can talk to,
someone on the staff
who's always on our
side no matter what.
- So you knew we'd
pull the heist.
- Well, I knew you'd
do something stupid.
You and Josh can't
help yourselves.
All I had to do was help
you make it far enough
to get yourselves caught.
Then even if you did
figure out my plan,
no one would believe you.
- You set us up.
You told us the
grades went in Monday,
but you knew they
were going in Friday.
- Oh, it's so cute
watching you catch up.
- What about the fake grades?
You can't do that.
They'd never give a
student staff access.
- Keep going, buddy.
You're so close.
Think big.
- You don't need staff access
because your partner
is on the staff.
- Ding, ding, ding!
- Good luck at your new school.
How was that?
- Just perfect, Mr. Gary.
- Why do you think Mr. Gary
told you everything
you needed to know
about where the SPLAscores were kept?
We gave you
everything you needed
to put a little plan together.
- What's Mr. Gary
get out of this?
- And Principal Neely beat out
a lot of qualified
candidates to get this job.
- Mr. Gary helped make
Springdale what it is,
but Ms. Neely's magnet
program gets all the credit.
He needed her gone,
I needed you gone,
and now we both
have what we want!
I'm sorry, Ted. I really am.
But like I told you after the
dance, you can't win 'em all.
- Go away.
- Hey, bug.
You've got some friends
here to see you.
- What are you guys doing here?
- We owe you an apology, dude.
- Yeah, it wasn't a bad
plan. It was amazing.
We were double crossed.
I know, but how did
you figure it out?
- I was reviewing the
security footage and saw this.
- That's why the mouse and
keyboard stopped working.
- Not cool.
- Smart, efficient,
tactically sound,
but definitely not cool.
My mom may be a pain, but
she's a good principal.
We need to fix this.
- So what do we do?
- I've got a plan.
- We're going-
- Not Canada!
- All right. Okay.
- Hey, you'll be at
the PTA meeting, right,
to help me win over the crowd?
- Yeah. Yeah.
- Thanks. Keys, please.
- Promise to take care
of the place, okay?
- Yes, I will. Of course.
It's gonna be groovy.
- Put that away.
- Me and you, baby.
Hey!
You know how long it took
for me to sit in that chair?
Uh-uh!
- Ted figured it out.
- All of it.
- Well, most of it.
I told him the rest.
- Did you tell him about me?
- Definitely about you.
- What?
- Because if I know Ted, he's
planning something right now
and tomorrow's his last
chance to put it into action.
I need to know you'll be willing
to do whatever it
takes to stop him.
- Whatever it takes?
Penny, in case you ever notice,
I'm the new principal
of a school!
I can't just target
a bunch of kids!
- No, you can't.
But you know someone who can.
- Hey, that's groovy.
That's groovy.
Terry.
I'm doubling your budget.
- Why?
- So you'll use it.
- Malfeasance ends tonight.
- So first the bad news.
Our SPLAT grades have already
been uploaded to the district.
They're a part of our
permanent record now.
There's nothing we
can do about that.
- Ugh, dang it.
- The good news is
those grades are fake
and we can prove it.
- Whoo! Nice.
- Good.
- The Testron answer sheets.
Each one is printed
with the student's name
and our real test answers.
We get our hands on everyone's
original answer sheet,
and it'll prove those
other grades were faked.
- Nice.
- There we go.
- And now the bad news.
- Wait, there's more bad news.
- When I was planning
our first job,
I knew these answer
sheets might be an issue,
so I told Penny to
have them shredded.
- Seriously.
- Ugh! Come on.
- They're being held
in this storage room.
We need to get there and
swipe the answer sheets
before they're picked up
by the shredding company.
- Which is in two weeks?
- 6:00 PM tomorrow,
during the PTA meeting.
- PTA?
Dude, there's gonna be
parents and teachers there?
We're toast.
- And now the bad news.
- Wha-
- Grimes has been trucking
in a ton of equipment
since noon yesterday.
I found receipts
for lasers, alarms,
drone parts, and permanent dye.
- What's the die for?
- That's the bad news.
- Oh, come on!
- The Tattler 2.0.
It has infrared cameras and
super sensitive hearing.
Worse, it's equipped
with paintballs
filled with permanent dye,
the same kind banks use
to mark bank robbers.
- You get tagged with this
stuff, it's not coming off.
- Mr. Gary sent out an
email district-wide today
saying that any student
marked with this stuff
is expelled from everywhere.
- Can he do that?
- No school means no audience!
My act will die.
- And I'll be homeschooled.
By my mother.
- Dude, what are we gonna do?
- Guys, I know this is scary.
We get caught this time,
we can basically kiss
our futures goodbye.
But we're facing something
much bigger than us,
and someone has
to make it right.
And we are the only people
crazy enough, weird enough,
and smart enough
to pull this off.
Last time it was for us,
this time it's for
all of Springdale.
So, one last job?
- One last job.
- One last job.
- One last job.
- All right, let's do this.
Penny had eyes everywhere.
She even deputized a
bunch of eighth graders
as hall monitors.
So we needed eyes of our own.
Everyone worked as a team.
We weren't great at everything,
but every one of us
was great at something.
Hopefully it would be enough.
- Whoa!
You built this?
- See anything interesting?
- Nothing unexpected.
- So, you got any
afterschool plans?
- Why you want back in?
- Why would I want that?
- It's not too late, Penny.
When you were with the
crew, I know you had fun.
- This is middle school, Ted.
There's no time for fun.
You have until the
bell rings, Freeman!
After that, it's game over.
- Maybe.
Maybe it's game on.
Penny had Gertz locked outta
the school's power grid.
The only things
she could control
were the hallway locks
and the PA system.
It would have to do.
Mr. Gary wanted the PTA
meeting to be a huge event,
a giant party just for him.
That would be our in.
We just needed the right bait.
Something amazing.
- Whoa!
I'm blown away! This is great!
You know what, and I
think it's really groovy
that you're making up for
what your friends did, okay?
But I don't have a lot of
time to learn magic tricks.
The PTA meeting's tonight.
- But you wanted it
to be big, right?
- The biggest!
- Hmm.
There might be another way.
I shouldn't even be
telling you this.
- Oh, come on, are
you kidding me?
- But magicians have a secret.
A way to win over any audience.
- I need that!
All these parents love Neely.
There's some mean parents
too, but what's the secret?
- You gotta have a big finish.
Now, tell me, Mr. Gary, how
do you feel about doves?
- About what?
- Well, you know what magicians
say about doves, right?
- No, I don't know what
magicians say about doves.
- They're very jazz flute.
- Make the call.
- Hold it right there.
What do you think
you're doing, buddy?
- Yeah, I got party
doves for the party.
- Mm, likely story.
I'm gonna have to check
that with the chief first.
- Okay. Okay.
- Freeman!
- Listen, kid-
- Detective.
- Sure.
I don't have all day, okay?
Do you want these doves or not?
I got a whole van
of party doves.
- Freeman!
- You're all clear. Good to go.
- But I need someone
to sign for them, so...
Oh, sir, could you maybe sign?
No. Fine.
It's fine!
- Come one, come all!
Come see the Amazing Chad!
- Not this time.
- This is Brains.
He took the bait.
- I seriously can't
believe this is working.
Like, seriously.
- See how you like that!
- What are you up to, Ted?
- Okay, so no one's gonna
sign for the party doves?
Fine. I don't need this.
Kid, party doves? You into it?
Nothing? All right.
- Oh no, we're all
the way in the C wing.
- Dude, those birds wreak.
Stinkiest magic ever.
Wait, am I allergic
to magic doves now?
- Gertz, we're pinned
down. Can you help?
- I see you.
There's just one, but
others are nearby.
Don't make a sound.
If they hear you, you're toast.
It's right behind you.
Stay out of sight.
Don't make a sound.
- No, no! Shh!
- I think I can
distract it with sound.
I just need...
Bless you.
- Thank you. Seriously.
- Gertz, we need
to get to the main hall.
How's it look?
- All good
for now, but hurry.
Springdale parents,
we will be starting the
PTA meeting in a moment.
- Well. You must be happy.
Our kids losing
their best friends.
- Look, I know it's not ideal,
but it might be for the best.
They need discipline.
When you're at war, having
discipline is the only way
you make it out alive.
- This is middle school, Cliff.
Take a look around.
Does it look like
anyone's at war?
- Mayday! Mayday!
I've got bogies on my six
and I'm taking heavy fire!
Please advise, over!
- Oh, yeah!
Magic is stupid! How you
like that magic, Chad, huh?
Eat that, Freeman!
- We made it!
- Shh.
- We made it.
- Now all we have to do
is use Neely's key card
and open up the door,
put the test answer
sheets in with the doves,
and wheel out of here
like nothing happened.
- Grimes.
It's a trick.
Ted is already in the building.
- Freeman's inside?
- Break off pursuit
and get back here.
Where are my Tattlers?
- Now!
- What the?
Ow! Ow!
Aw, that was my favorite plaid.
- Whoa.
Wow, what a turnout.
Well, I should
introduce myself to you.
My name is Gary Garrie.
I am the brand new principal
for the Springdale Magnet School
of the Jazz Flute Arts.
That's right. You heard it.
Jazz Flute Arts!
No, no, no questions. No, no
questions right now, okay?
But I can assure you
that this year's program
is gonna be hip, it's
going to be happening,
and above all, it's
gonna be groovy.
No, did you hear me? Groovy.
- Gertz, the key
card's not working.
- Fart, Penny's
already had my mother
locked outta the system.
- Josh, stop! The drones!
- What? This is as
quiet as I can get.
- Josh, stop kicking.
Gertz, can you open the door?
- Checking.
- Open the door.
I can't!
Use your key.
- It's not working.
Why isn't it working?
- Gertz!
Get this door open,
whatever it takes!
- What the heck is a Gertz?
- Where are you, Gertz Neely?
Got you.
Follow me.
- Well, can you open it?
- Yes, if I
open all the doors.
- Great. Do it.
- Wait, all of the doors?
- It's been hardwired together.
If I unlock that door,
all the doors open.
The Tattlers will be
on you in minutes.
- And Grimes?
- Seconds.
- Do it.
- Wait, what?
- It's the only way.
You stay here, try
to finish the job.
I'll buy you some time.
- But that's not
part of the plan.
- You're right. Can't
plan for everything.
- No.
You finish the job.
I'll buy you some time.
- No, if Grimes catches
anyone, it should be me.
I'm the one he's after.
- We'll see about that.
- Ted?
Ted?
- Do it.
- Fart.
- Barker?
- It's not Ted you're
after, you know.
It's me.
- Nice try, Barker.
Everyone knows
Freeman's the brains.
- Yeah, but I'm the hands.
All those pranks, every
remote controlled stink bomb,
the water balloon launcher,
the splatter horn.
I built them all.
- And the videos?
- Oh, you mean Wannabe Cop Fails
with 36,000 views and counting?
Did you like it?
- Barker!
- That's when it happened.
- The ending will shock you.
- To save the school
and to save his friends.
Josh Barker, the ultimate
prankster, pranked himself.
72 weeks of farts was
Josh's crowning achievement.
His finest prank.
And he planned it all himself.
The hands had become the brains.
They say it's a stink so rancid
nothing could survive it.
Gertz! Gertz!
- First Gertz, now Josh?
You have good friends, Freeman.
Too bad they're all going down.
Just like you.
- Maybe.
But that's the price of being
part of something amazing.
- Freeman!
Finally! Caught you in the act!
- Do you even know
what's going on here?
Do you even care?
- All I care about is rules.
- What is your deal anyways?
- When I was your
age, I had a saying.
"One slip today could be
a catastrophe tomorrow."
I never slipped, Freeman.
Not once.
And look at me now.
- Thank you.
- No!
Ted, run!
- Come one, come all!
- Ted! Ted!
You have to get up now.
- My pants!
- Come on, Ted! Move!
- My pants!
- It's the end of an era and
the beginning of a new one.
Right now, I'm going to name
the new student ambassador
of Springdale's new Jazz
Flute Magnet, Penny Prichard!
Oh, oh, oh!
And also, as of this week,
Ms. Penny Prichard has
the highest GPA score,
which actually makes her
number one, all right?
Number one!
Come on!
- Oh, that's gotta
hurt, huh, Freeman?
But that's the price
for malfeasance, boys.
Cold sting of justice.
Oh, that's probably
your parents.
I gave them a call.
It's not gonna be like
last time, though.
This time I got proof.
This time, nobody's saving
either one of you two.
Oh no.
They sound mad.
- That's enough.
- I'm just making
sure they can hear.
- I suppose I should let 'em in.
I know the law is
supposed to be impartial,
but I gotta admit, I'm
really gonna enjoy this.
Whoa!
Hey, Sammie the Steambear,
what you got there?
Classic Steambear.
Stay outta trouble.
- It takes a woman's
touch sometimes, Cliff.
- What, are you gonna just
gently press the button
and that's gonna be it?
- What, are you gonna
just with your
giant man fingers?
- I'm just making sure that...
- Here he comes.
- Okay, people.
People, okay. The answer is no.
We cannot go back
to the old magnet.
And yes, the new magnet
has to be jazz flute.
- What are you thinking?
- What is this all about?
- Malfeasance of course,
- Of course it is.
Malfeasance.
- Didn't I tell you
what would happen
if you kept hanging around with-
Oh, gee, son!
You wreak!
- Where is Ted?
- Right there, the one and only.
- I am not joking, Mr. Grimes.
Where is my son?
- Listen, if you had
passed the SPLAT thing,
then this wouldn't be a problem.
But what do you want me to do?
Listen, I'm trying
my best tonight.
Wait a minute, wait,
wait, wait, wait.
Here we go, and now
for the big finish!
- Lady, that's him.
That's Freeman in
the red hoodie.
- Okay, that's not
red, it's razzmatazz.
- No, it can't be.
- There a problem, officer?
- No!
- And now join me for
the Springdale Magnet
for the Jazz Flute
Arts takes flight!
- What is that?
- What is all this?
- They're the SPLAT scores.
The real ones.
- What?
I don't understand, I
delivered that bin myself.
- The ol' switcheroo?
- The ol' switcheroo!
- You have
good friends, Freeman.
Too bad they're all going
down, just like you.
- Maybe.
But that's the price of being
part of something amazing.
- So if you're here,
then that means...
- Care to explain this?
- It's simple, Ms. Neely.
Mr. Gary wanted your job.
I guess he was always
tired of being...
Overlooked.
So he faked the SPLAT scores
and shut down the magnet.
- The SPLAT scores were fake?
- That's right, ma'am.
Mr. Gary failed us.
- He sure did.
- Come on!
You're gonna actually listen to-
You're gonna listen to him?
Come on, you guys!
Who are you gonna believe?
These genius kids, or me?
Genius kids, or me?
- Yeah, I get it now.
- Faking test scores,
defrauding the school system,
abusing his position.
I don't know about you,
but I think there's a
perfect word for that.
- Malfeasance.
Tattletales, assemble.
- What!
What is-
Oh, bummer!
- You know what?
This isn't worth it!
I did it. Okay?
I did it. It wasn't
the kids, it was me.
Okay?
It was me. There.
- I cannot believe our
boys pulled this off.
You know, that must
have taken so much-
- Discipline.
- Uh-huh.
- It was all me, okay?
You satisfied?
Can I get a wet
wipe or something?
- You can guess
what happened next.
Ms. Neely got her old job back.
After he was let go,
Mr. Gary decided to
follow his passion.
Grimes had to give up all
his fancy new gadgets.
At least we think he did.
And Chad finally got to
take his act on the road.
Kinda.
- Whoo!
- Well, guys, it's been amazing.
If you ever need me,
feel free to call.
- Wait, your last
name is Zandini?
- Yeah, so?
- Zandini? But you
go by Amazing Chad?
- What have I done?
Come see the Amazing Chad!
- So, good results?
- Smart, efficient,
tactically sound.
Analysis: Not garbage.
And I'm sorry for saying you
were acting out for attention.
That wasn't cool.
- It's fine.
I was only mad 'cause
you were right.
How'd you know?
- Easy. It's exactly what I do.
Friendzies for pretendzies?
- Maybe not pretendzies.
I've said too much.
- Well, we did it.
We saved the school.
- Yep. Worst plan ever.
- So something
tells me you're not
going down for any of this.
- Mr. Gary's in enough
trouble as it is,
and taking orders
from a 12-year-old?
Not a good look.
But you were right, Ted.
- When I was with you and
the crew, I did have fun.
- So, I guess it'll be
trying to take me down again.
- No, Ted, we both know
there's only one person
in the whole school smart
enough to beat Ted Freeman.
- See you in class.
- See you in class.
Let's talk about plans.
Everything you've ever loved,
every cool thing
that has ever existed
did start with a plan.
But Josh was right.
Life can be messy.
There's order, there's chaos,
and somewhere in
between, there's us.
It's good to have plans, but
you can't plan for everything.
Where's the fun in that?