03x02 - Surviving the Worlds Strictest School

[bunniefuu]

This is the world's strictest school,

and I have to do whatever they say
for the rest of the day.

Be quiet!

And if she quits before the end
of the day?

-I win the Matter Cup.
-Ugh.

-It's not cringy.
-[Salish] Yeah, it is!

Salish saw her brother Hudson
and then Brent Rivera

both try to survive
at really strict schools,

and she thinks she can do it too.

Yeah, I mean, it's not even that strict.

Okay, good luck.

You're late for your first class.
You're gonna quit in ten minutes.

-No, I'm not.
-Have fun.

How hard could this even be?

[burst of dramatic music]

-What up, teach?
-[huffs]

[teacher] We have a new student.

-What's your name?
-Salish.

This? Not allowed.

While Salish is going
through her school day,

I will be hiding in this room
watching everything on this monitor.

Don't worry. I was done anyway.

Salish thinks this is a real school,

but what she doesn't know is
everybody here is an actor.

And they only have one job,

to make sure
she quits before the end of the day.

Phone?

-Excuse me. Hand it over!
-I'm not giving you my phone.

-No phone in this class.
-I'll put it in my backpack.

-No, then give me the entire backpack.
-What?

-You'll need your books.
-Bro.

I have found hundreds
of strict school horror stories

to inspire everything
I have planned for Salish today.

There's absolutely no chance
she doesn't quit.

This is going to be over-the-top
strict school nightmare stuff.

Skirt. The rule is the skirt must be
four inches above the knee.

-Yours is seven.
-What?

It's too short.
Do I see double pierced ears?

-Triple, actually.
-Oh, single-piercing only, and no loops.

-Studs, please.
-Okay.

If Salish thinks
this teacher is bad, just wait,

because she's the nicest of the bunch.

The rest that I've got coming
are even meaner.

This is all wrong.

You need to go to the bathroom
and check yourself,

or you're gonna end up like Jeremiah here.

'Sup?

She must be thinking,
"This is the weirdest thing."

"This kid has got a cone on his head."

Poor Jeremiah.

Okay…

[whispers] Get out while you can.

[teacher sighs]

Wait. We don't have
cameras everywhere.

I have no idea where she went.
I guess she's going to change?

I'm so confused. I was kind of joking,
but he's in a cone?

Like, that is so weird.
Also, what about my outfit is bad?

I don't understand. I mean,
I'm wearing the dress code for them,

so what more do they want me to do?

And my earrings?
Why does it matter how many hoops I have?

Let's go, guys.

Salish has no idea I'm here,
watching everything that's happening.

Nothing in here is going to be
too extreme or dangerous.

It's just gonna drive her crazy,
and she will quit,

and I will win the Matter Cup,
she will have to shovel snow,

and she will have to do the dishes.

Now I think that my outfit looks
exactly like the other kids'.

This might be harder
than I thought it would be.

[teacher] Hmm.

That'll do. Your posture is a little off.

-But we can work on that later.
-My posture?

Hey.

-[crickets chirping]
-[Salish] Hey. What's your name?

Hmm. Okay.

Hey, my name's Salish. What's… Okay.

-[whispers] What is with these kids?
-[teacher] Young lady.

A new student's place is
at the front of the class.

-Yes, ma'am.
-My name is Ms. Bastille.

-Hi, Miss "Badstyle."
-Ms. Bastille.

-Miss Bastille.
-Ms. Bastille.

-Miss Bastille.
-Ms. Bastille!

-What? Ms. Bastille?
-Ms. Bastille!

[laughs]

-Ms. Bastille!
-Okay.

-What's so hard?
-[Salish] Yes, ma'am.

-[whispers] What?
-Be quiet!

[laughs] Oh! Okay.
How did that not freak Salish out?

Since you think everything is so funny,
I think you need a lesson.

Jeremiah, would you
please go back to your desk

so the class can all
go over the school rules?

-Yes, ma'am.
-Just so you know, Ian signed up for this.

We told him, "Are you good
wearing a cone?"

He said yeah, he's down.

But it's funny.

Is no one gonna react to that
other than me? Okay.

For those of you who follow
the Matter Cup, you know two things.

One, Salish always seems to win,
and it's just not fair anymore.

And, number two, you know that the loser
always has to do chores around the house.

This week, the loser is
going to have to do the dishes.

But also, the loser
has to shovel a bunch of snow,

because we're going to Colorado.

[class] "No cheating in school."

"Always listen to your teacher."

"Only speak if you're spoken to."

What is wrong with this place?

"Only speak if you're spoken to"
is like the exact opposite of Salish.

[class] "No cursing."

I don't want to hear
"darn," "sh**t," "dagnabbit."

-I don't want to hear any of it.
-Darn.

-What did you just say?
-Nothing, nothing, nothing.

-You're working on a detention.
-[whispers] Oh, darn.

She's gonna get in trouble
for saying "darn"?

She's not gonna make it.

[class] "No makeup."

Whoa, okay.

You're wearing makeup.

-What'd you say?
-Nothing.

[class] "No phones."

Yep, I learned that one.

[class] "Always raise your hand."

That's how I know
you actually know the answer.

And most importantly…

-[class] "No fun."
-Clearly.

We're finally going to start
our history lesson.

First of all, who was president
during the Great Molasses Flood of Boston?

How do you even know that?

I don't know. I didn't raise my hand.

That's how I knew
you didn't know the answer.

Do it again, and you're going
to get a punishment.

And the answer is…

[class] Woodrow Wilson.

In what state was the Roswell crash?

-Hmm.
-I raised my hand.

-Yes.
-Exactly.

-What's the answer?
-I don't know.

-Why did you raise your hand?
-Because you…

-Ten push-ups.
-Why don't you do ten push-ups?

Because I didn't get the question wrong.

I guess I'm gonna get my exercise.

Salish is not intimidated
by physical activity.

She's a very strong kid.

[class] One, two,

three, four, five,

six, seven, eight,

nine, ten.

-Good?
-You got a little slow there at the end.

Can I see your ten push-ups?

She's giving it back.

Don't talk back, little lady.

-Do you know the penalty for talking back?
-Sorry.

How is Salish not, like,
laughing or quitting?

The kid has a cone on his head
for the last ten minutes.

These are your exams.
You have ten minutes to finish them.

And believe me,

you do not wanna get one wrong answer.

-Ten minutes?
-The clock is ticking.

[dramatic music playing]

What is she doing?

No wrong answers.

[whispers] What is wrong with this school?
I have ten minutes to do this whole page.

I cannot do this.

-I had to do ten push-ups. What the heck?
-[Ms. Bastille] Never give up.

Is she FaceTiming someone?

I don't want to see anything unfinished.

-You're on the first page.
-Sorry.

Okay, she's doing something that
she's not supposed to be doing right now.

-Erase.
-[whispers] These rules are insane.

What the heck is going on?

I'm literally just circling
whatever is on this test.

I don't know the answers.

Time's up. Pencils down.
Please line up to turn in your exam.

I'm way too old to shovel snow.

We all know this. My back is gonna hurt.
I mean, I'm [bleep] years old.

Too old to be shoveling snow, so please,
for once, let me win the Matter Cup.

Please let me win the Matter Cup.

Jeremiah, Salish, I said time's up.

Please bring your tests up to the desk.

-Give it to me. Give it to me!
-All right.

You didn't do anything?

Are you kidding me? Blank.

What do you expect?

I'm a cone. The cone's too thick.

-I can't see anything through it!
-You're having a hysterical fit.

-What do you expect me to do?
-You're going to have to do this at lunch.

She is just sneaking out.

[Jeremiah] At lunch?

We have some security cameras
around the school, so I can see.

Where's she going?

I hate this school, and I'm so confused.
Where are all the people?

What the heck?
Okay, let's check this class.

Okay, that one's locked.

What? Where are all the people, guys?

There's only enough kids for one class.

There's no people in the window. Look.
Let's check the other two classes.

Gah! No, just don't go in that class.
Don't go in that…

[groans]

No one's in there.

Guys, I'm getting really confused.
Why is nobody in any of the classes?

What if she opens this door?

This is so weird. I don't know
where my classes are, who my teacher is.

This school is not it.

What is happening? I'm so confused.

No one told her to come to the next class.
Now she's just free.

Okay, so now I'm trying to find my class,
and I cannot find it for anything.

I hear a lot of noise coming out of here.

Oh, wait. I think she's going
to the right class. Yes!

Oh, that was close.

I cannot believe that it's the same kids,

in the same class,
with the same teacher again!

How has she not already quit?
Isn't it time for her to lose?

I don't wanna shovel any snow.

The snow in Colorado is really heavy.

It's, like, back-breaking heavy.
And I don't wanna have to do it.

So will you please quit, Salish?

[breathing deeply]

Breathing's not gonna help.
It's time to go in. Come on.

Young lady, you finally decided
to join us. Get over here.

-Hello?
-Do you even know what class you're in?

-Ballet class?
-No.

This is etiquette class.

Salish hates following rules,
so etiquette class

might be just the thing
to get her to quit.

Today is posture day. Take a deep breath.

[breathes deeply]

c*ck your head
so that it's perfectly straight.

No, that way.

No, that way. Straighter.
Straighten your legs. Don't lean.

We need to see
what your posture is like while walking.

Ugh. No. All that attitude.

What? That's how I walk.

Here's a book you don't have to read.
Put it on your head.

Find your balance. Now take a stroll.

[laughing] Oh! Okay.

She dropped the book right off her head.

That should be a consequence, right?

-Young lady, that will not do.
-What? I made it.

There was too much sass in your walk.

We are actually going to have
our model student Nick

show you how it should be done.

Promenade.

Nobody is gonna walk that slow.

-Oh!
-What the heck?

Bravo, Nick.

I did the exact same thing but faster.

He had poise.

-Are you gonna walk like this?
-He had elegance and no sass.

If it makes you feel any better,
you did it better than I could've.

-[school bell rings]
-Thanks.

Well.

Salish, I hope you learned
something today.

It's time for lunch. Eyes straight ahead.

Arms by your side. Chest out.

At least we have lunch.

If only you knew.

Salish's favorite part of regular school
is lunch with her friends.

But today, she's having lunch
with the teacher.

She's not gonna like it at all.

Oh, I'm supposed to sit when you… Okay.

Welcome to lunch.

This is a lesson on manners at lunch.

Here's the thing about Salish.
At home, doesn't even use forks.

Salish sometimes will actually
literally put her hand over the fork

to grab her food with her hand and eat it.

I don't think she's gonna handle
this culinary etiquette very well.

-Spoon. And here's your plate.
-Fork on the left.

-Knife on the right.
-Okay.

Do I hear someone talking
at this end of the table?

-No.
-No, Miss Hawes. I mean, Bastille.

It looks like I need to sit
and have lunch with you two.

[Salish sighs]

[Ms. Bastille] Oh boy.

Let's talk about polite conversation.

This crazy thing happened
in the bathroom.

-I saw a humungous--
-Excuse me?

You do not talk about bathrooms.

What other things do you think
you should talk about?

-Germs.
-I like that.

-Dog puke?
-Dog puke kind of looks like soup.

-Oh my gosh!
-Okay.

-Are we eating soup today?
-Yeah.

We are not talking about anything
that comes out of the body.

We are talking about how
to correctly put things in the body.

-Put the plate down.
-I can see myself in it.

-Wanna hear a cool sound?
-No. That's a horrible sound.

You're going to break your plastic fork.

I can't take that sound.
I'm going to have a flashback.

-[both] ♪ Yeah! ♪
-We don't have music.

-Stop! Stop!
-[Jeremiah] ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ It's lunchtime! ♪

[screams] Stop!

Bring in the soup!

If it is very hot,
you may blow on it very gently.

Oh, my bad.

Salish is not intimidated enough
by this teacher,

so I've got an even scarier one
comin' next.

-Who's that?
-[Jeremiah] That's Mr. Smiley.

-He doesn't look very smiley.
-[Jeremiah] That's the happiest he looks.

So you do not want to mess with him.

What's wonderful about our salads
at this school, Salish,

is that the lettuce is fertilized
with manure from the stable.

It's totally organic.

Proper way to eat pizz… No, no, no!
Not with your hands! Put that down!

Actually, I'm from New York,
and I'll teach you the way to eat pizza.

-We are practicing fine dining.
-Go like this, you eat it, then the crust…

-And then… [muffled speech]
-No! No! Oh God!

Put it down! Use your fork and knife!

-That's how New Yorkians eat it!
-Like this!

All right, do we get dessert now?

You think after this disaster,
we get dessert?

-[both] Yeah.
-There is no dessert!

Oh, dangnabbit.

[siren blares]

[sighs]

I have to deal with you! Open wide!

[wailing]

-That'll teach you!
-Ow! Ow!

-Is it getting stuck in your braces?
-[Jeremiah] Ow! Ow!

-[Ms. Bastille] Sorry!
-Ow!

[wailing]

[spitting]

-[coughing and groaning]
-[Ms. Bastille] Disgusting.

She's running away! Yes! I knew it!

She's gonna quit! Yes!

-Is she gone?
-Is she gone?

-Did it work?
-I think it worked.

-Here.
-Mmm!

Mmm!

-Tastes like chocolate.
-[laughs]

What is happening right now?

That was disgusting, but my dad thinks
I'm gonna quit 'cause of that? He's wrong.

She's on the swing?

She should've quit,
but I got something good up my sleeve.

Our next lesson will be handwriting.

Texting the teacher, telling her
"Game on." She knows what to do.

[Ms. Bastille] Oh.

I'm sorry, class. I will be right back.

Behave while I'm away.

The thing Salish hates more than anything

is being blamed
for something she didn't do.

Oh, this is gonna be funny.
Everybody in the class knows what to do.

[Jeremiah coughs]

[rock music playing]

[students screaming]

Whoopsies!

What's happening?

Just wait until she gets back.

[all yelling and screaming]

[Jeremiah] Oh, she's gonna be so mad.

Come here.
Look, look, look, look, look.

-They're going crazy.
-Oh!

They're going crazy.

Listen, you gotta get her to quit.

She's so sweet.
This is really hard for me.

I want to take this thing home.

-Ugh! Okay.
-You gotta help me win.

-[students yelling]
-I thought this was a strict school.

If only you knew.

-[laughs] Aah!
-What?

-[laughing]
-Ah! Go back in. They're waiting for you.

[all chanting] Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!

[screaming and clapping]

See what they say
when the teacher comes back.

Guys, be quiet.
Not all of us are gonna get in trouble.

-Don't worry. I have a plan.
-What is going on? I'm so confused.

Just be quiet for now. Don't say anything.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Ms. Bastille] What's all this?

-Yes?
-Salish did it.

What? I didn't do anything.

[students clamoring] Salish did it!

[Salish] What?

I didn't do anything!

I didn't do anything!

-You'll all be staying…
-[fart noise]

-[shrieks]
-[class laughing]

You'll all be staying after school!

I didn't do anything!

You! Either leave this school
right this minute,

or take detention for a week.

This is it. This is it. She's gonna leave.

[tense music playing]

I guess I'll take detention.

[all] Ohhhh!

What? Detention?

Who picks detention when
they have the option to leave the school?

How much do you hate dishes?
Salish, just quit!

I didn't do anything, though.

[all chanting] She did it!
She did it! She did it! She did it!

-Go to detention right now!
-She did it!

-I didn't do it, but I'll take detention.
-She did it! She did it! She did it!

She's so mad right now. She's gonna quit.

She did it! She did it! She did it!

Remember, all these ideas came
from experiences on Instagram

with the strictest schools in the world.

So you can only imagine
how bad detention's gonna be.

What even just happened?

At first, all these kids were like robots,

and then they started blaming
everything on me.

I'm so confused.
And now I have to go to detention?

Oh my gosh.

She told me to go into number ten,
and I do not want to go to detention.

Actually, I kind of do

because then I don't have to be
with Ms. Badstyle.

Bastyle. Badstyle. Whatever.

All right. No more messin' around.
I'm bringin' out the big g*ns.

This is gonna be nightmare detention.
There's no way she makes it through.

Okay, I found the room.
This cannot be as bad as Ms. Badsale.

Let's go.

-Hey, Jordan, can I talk to you?
-Sure, Ian, what's up?

So, I don't think it was really fair

all the other kids were blaming her
for the whoopee cushion.

Don't worry. She'll understand later.

I gotta get her to quit.
I'm trying to win the…

Da-da-da-da! Matter Cup.

In order to win that, she's gotta quit.

In order for her to quit,
you guys gotta keep being hard on her.

-Keep keeping it strict. Strict. Okay?
-Yeah, yeah.

Time for detention.

Is this deten… Oh.

[dramatic music playing]

Hi, Mr. Smiley. I think I have detention.

Of course you have detention.
Why else would you be here, Salish?

Take a seat!

I know exactly who you are,
but let me tell you a little bit about me.

I'm your detention teacher.

-Okay.
-Trained in American karate.

Yaah!

Take it serious. I haven't had lunch yet.

-So, what brings you in here, criminal?
-I didn't do anything.

Classic, coming from a criminal.

Everybody started throwing paper
and started getting all crazy.

Then they blamed it on me,
even though I didn't do anything.

I heard… [whining]

Sounds like a guilty party to me.

You see the scuff marks on the ground?

-Yeah.
-Those are the skid marks of lost souls.

Kids just like you,
who tell me things other than the truth.

-You will clean them up!
-Okay!

Salish always cleans up after herself.
She does her own laundry, cleans her room.

But you know what she hates?

Cleaning other people's messes.

Especially if
it's on the ground! [chuckles]

I want these scuff marks removed.

And you're gonna use your best friend,
Mr. Toothbrush.

This detention is
gonna keep getting worse and worse.

Okay, but there's a broom right there.
Can I not just use that?

Oh, this broom right here?

Nice little yellow bristles
and the wood, broom?

Raah!

There is no broom there!

Whoa! He's intense.

Toothbrush! Skid marks!
You have ten minutes.

-Okay.
-I'll be back.

[burst of intense music]

What was that?

Oh my gosh, those are everywhere.
This is not coming off.

We got all this from Instagram.
This really happens.

Detention teachers
that make you clean the floor.

Some of these schools are wack.

Do schools even make kids do this anymore?
What is wrong with this place?

Even if none of these marks come off,
I'm not gonna quit.

I am not gonna quit. I'm not gonna quit.

What's gonna get this kid to quit? Aaah!

-Okay, Salish. Let's see how you did.
-I cleaned one.

-You cleaned one in ten minutes?
-Yes.

I see what's goin' on right here.
You're one of them real bad kids.

-What?
-You're tough, huh?

-You're strong? You're smart?
-Um… Maybe?

Come on, just do it. Just walk out.
Quit. It's over. It's easy.

This sucks, right? Just quit! Quit!

I've got the perfect thing for you.

Um…

Oh gosh. Oh no.

Oh my gosh. Oh no. Oh no.

Oh, this is awesome. Actually, look.
There's a pail attached to a pole.

The only way to get the pail down
is to get wet.

I know she's gonna quit
when she gets soaked.

-That doesn't seem very nice.
-She did it to me once.

[Nidal shouts]

[slowed shouting]

I feel like this is payback.
I'll do anything I have to do to win.

-Yeah… I'm gonna be right back.
-Gonna be awesome. Okay.

-You keep watching.
-This is gonna be good!

Oh my gosh. Oh no, no, no, no.

Mr. Smiley! Mr. Smiley! Mr. Smiley!

Oh! She can't hold it for much longer.
I know it.

Help! Help! Help! Help!

Jeremiah! Jeremiah, help me!

Whoa. What is he doing?

[Jeremiah] I didn't think it'd be this…

-Are you holding it?
-Let go. Yes.

-I got it. I have an idea.
-Get the desk!

Oh gosh, get the desk.
Do you have it?

-Okay, let go. Let go, let go.
-Do you have it?

-You sure?
-Yep.

Okay, there we go. Perfect.

He did not just do that!

Thank you so much.

Yeah, of course.
Just please don't tell anybody.

-Oh, okay. Uh…
-Don't tell Jordan.

-Just don't.
-Uh, okay. Thank you.

He's getting paid to get her to quit,
and he helped her. What?

Aaaah!

Don't tell anyone? Like who?

-What do we have here?
-I did it all by myself.

Congratulations.

Mr. Smiley got a bunch
of tricks up my sleeve.

I know he seems scary and mean,
but he's the sweetest guy on earth.

I got some blindfolded reading exercises.

You're gonna dust the ceiling.
Scrape all that gum--

Actually… [coughs]

I'm feeling a little sick.

I think, like, allergies, you know?

Can I go to the nurse's? Ahem.

Okay, go ahead.

-Thanks.
-Good luck. You'll need it.

I had a feeling Salish might pull
something like this, so I made a plan.

Think the detention teacher's scary?
Wait until you see the nurse.

[coughs]

-Hello.
-Hello, Salish.

Oh, she's creeping me out.

Ugh… Hi. I think I'm really sick. [coughs]

The nurse's office is
actually right there.

So I can't talk too loud.
She's right there.

I'm Nurse Winky.

-Can I help you?
-I'm sick.

Oh! Well, I have a lot of things
to make you better.

-Oh.
-Come on.

-Thanks.
-Sit down.

Well. So tell Miss Winky what it is
that's bothering you today.

I'm a little sick, I think.

-Are you sure you're sick?
-[Salish] I'm pretty sure.

Sometimes friends come in,
and they're not really sick. So, we--

Oh. Who would do that? Ahem.

Sometimes they do, so…

-Well, we need to check your reflexes.
-[Salish] Okay.

Okay, just one moment.

This might make her quit.

I have a nice tool to help me do that.

-[Salish] Oh!
-[scraping]

[ominous music playing]

Oh. Oh!

Hold still. Don't move.
I'm gonna tap your knee.

Yah! Ow!

I actually feel better now. I think so.

-You were faking.
-No, I wa… Hmm…

Suddenly you're feeling much better,
aren't you?

Guess where you get to go now?

-You need to go to the principal's office.
-Okay, I'll go.

-No, let me take you there.
-I got you. Don't worry.

I got it. I know where it is. Bye-bye.

Faker.

How'd I do?

-[cackles]
-[score from Psycho plays]

I hate this school.

Nurse was creepy. Principal is terrifying.

[Salish] Mom?

Miss Matter.

Have a seat.

Last time we played for the Cup,
my wife was on Team Salish,

but I have since convinced her
to be Team Jordan this time.

So she is going to be the most
heartbroken, disappointed mother ever.

And Salish is just going
to melt and give up.

Hmm. We strive to mold wise minds,
strong bodies, and moral characters.

You, however, Miss Sally Matter…

You've been here one day
and have managed to be disobedient,

insubordinate, defiant, unruly,
and disruptive in several ways.

What do you have to say?

-I didn't do any--
-Don't say anything!

One of the things Salish hates the most
is getting bad grades.

Only worse than that,
disappointing her mother.

There is absolutely no way
she's gonna make it through this.

Just gettin' my Matter Cup all ready
so it'll look really good

in my office when I win.

You did not adhere to the dress code.

-What? I'm--
-Ah, ah!

You instigated a violent pooper fight.

Paper fight?

You pranked your teacher, Ms. Bastille,
with a whoopee cushion.

-I didn't do that either.
-Ah, ah.

-And you said a curse word.
-What?

I do not know where these young ladies
learn words like "darn."

You faked a state of sickness.

You lied repeatedly to teachers.

And you talked back.

-No, I didn't.
-Don't talk back.

Now, what do you have to say?

-I didn't do a--
-I said don't talk back.

Lauren looks so disappointed.
It's, like, heartbreaking.

These are all very bad, naughty, horrid,
mean, selfish, and recalcitrant behaviors.

I'm so sorry. She was taught better.

-I didn't do anything.
-Don't talk back.

Mom, how can you believe her?
She's not even telling the truth.

-It's on her paper.
-Again, a lie.

Now, the way I see it,
you have two choices.

You can leave immediately,
and we will pretend this never happened.

Or two, you can stay in this school,

but your grades will be part
of your permanent record

at any school you attend.

-Wait, Fs permanently?
-[principal] All Fs.

Salish, we have to go right now.
We have… We've gotta go.

Hmm… Let me think about this.

So, if I stay, I'm going to have Fs
permanently on my record?

And you'll never get into college.

[tense music playing]

It's easy. Leave with Mom
or have Fs forever on your transcript.

Come on, Salish. Just get up and leave.

Hmm. Fs on my record.
This is really hard. Let me think.

I'm just kidding. I know this is all fake.

-No way.
-This is not fake.

You used the actor Mr. Smiley
from Dhar Mann.

Wait, he works with Dhar Mann?

How obvious can you be?

Also, I know Ian.
He was in another video with us.

Are you kidding me? Yes, Ian.

We worked with him already.
Uh… [sighs]

There were no kids in any classes.

Didn't you think to hire extras?

The computers from the '70s?
Not even plugged in.

So I can stay here all day.

No, no, no, no, no, no--

Well, I never!

[record scratch]

You know what? I'm just… I… I'm done.

-I'm done. I… I've been here 12 hours.
-[comical music playing]

I mean, ugh… I didn't even get a trailer.

Twenty years of method acting
classes for this? For this?

-Don't forget to pay me.
-What?

Mom, I'm really disappointed.
I thought you were Team Salish.

[dramatic music playing]

-Rohan.
-What did I--

He works for Dhar, dude!

[Rohan] How was I supposed to know?

-Ro, I need a minute.
-[Rohan] I quit.

-Hand it over.
-Are you kidding?

Hand it over.

Oh, you had to have the light?

Yeah, it makes me look younger.
How did you know?

This is mine now. Let's go home.
Come on. Out of this school.

Let's go. Come on.

Ah, hurry up.

-Say, you wanna help me?
-[Salish] No. You did lose the Matter Cup.

I know, but I don't have
the right shoes. Help me.

[Salish] Eh. It's fine.
I'm gonna go snowboarding. Bye!

Say, don't…
You just dropped my phone in the snow!