Bruno & Boots: Go Jump in the Pool

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Founded in 1892.

Over 100 years of tradition,

academic excellence and

preparing boys for leadership.

At least, that's what

it says in the brochure.

That's Bruno Walton.

He almost broke his arm

to get out of a test.

He broke the wrong arm and

still had to write the test,

but, you know. Some people

call him crazy,

I call him my best friend.

Me!

That other guy?

The one who knew that

that branch

couldn't hold both of us?

That's me. Melvin O'Neal.

But nobody calls me that.

Let's go.

Okay!

And for the next four years,

providing we don't get

expelled,

or worse...

we call this place home.

You can call it Macdonald Hall.

You're all I know

We're discussing everything

In 100 years, not much

has changed at the Hall.

There may be richer schools,

more athletic schools,

more smart-- Smarter schools...

but you know,

that's the way we like it.

There's no better school

than Macdonald Hall.

It has practically everything.

Said oh, whoa

Let's go!

Oh, whoa

Here we go

You're on your own

Lovers come

And they will go

Your shadows

Will seem to grow

I've known beasts

And wild things

I can't control

But what I guess

Is simplicity

Being on your own

Let's go! Come on!

To be alone?

Come on!

Now, you might be wondering

why there aren't any girls her.

That's because

they're across the road,

at the Scrimmage Academy

for Education and Awakening,

where they do...

You know, I'm not really

sure what they do.

But that's the fun stuff.

There's also the not-fun stuff.

And the king of all not-fun

stuff is... The Fish.

No one knows who gave him

the nickname,

but he never blinks,

never breathes,

he once ate a worm, though he

doesn't actually know that,

and his name's

William Sturgeon,

which is apparently

some sort of fish.

Come on, we got classes to get

to and Christmas break to plan.

Okay, Elmer. On three.

Okay? One, two, three!

Whoa!

All right, buddy. Phase two!

Let's do it!

Tradition, exploding banners,

a pair of irresistible

troublemakers...

Macdonald Hall has everything.

Well, okay. Almost everything.

Go Macdonald!

Go Macdonald.

Get out there!

Speed. Determination.

Endurance.

That's what you're up against.

So just try and remember

the most important thing:

swim real fast.

Oh, and don't try

and splash too much.

It'll distract O'Neal.

Let's be honest,

he's pretty much

all we got. So...

Swimmers, take your positions.

Holy mother of pearl!

York! Go York!

Easy, partner.

Macdonald who?

Let's go, guys! Hey, when

I say Macdonald, you say?

Hall.

All right,

when I say Macdonald, you say?

Shut up!

Guys, come on.

Show some Hall spirit.

Are we gonna beat

those York turkeys?

According to previous matches,

the odds are 3789 to 1.

Give or take.

Elmer, what good does your math

do if it just subtracts hope?

Chris, how's the victory

poster coming along?

Chris...

Wait!

Don't let them start!

I can't believe it.

I'm so excited!

That is the spirit

I'm talking about--

Pizzaroo Pouches.

The York caf has them!

Sorry... had Pizzaroo Pouches.

Had.

I say Pizzaroo, you say?

Pouches!

Pizzaroo.

Pouches!

Knock it off, Burton.

Sorry, Walton.

The only way Scrimmage

would let us come

was to make it an

independent study.

We're going with "Inside a

Losing Streak. The Mental Toll."

Hey! We can always win.

You guys just gotta have faith.

Oh, goodness.

Swimmers, please

take your positions.

Go York!

Go buddy!

Have a good race, Chip.

Have a bad race, Boots.

Go York!

Three, two, one, go!

No! No! I don't

want to do it anymore.

I changed my mind!

Come on! Come on!

Get in there!

Go Boots! Go Boots!

A little more, Boots!

No!

Yeah, get in there!

Go Boots, go Boots! Come on!

Go Boots!

Come on, O'Neal!

Yeah! Yeah, man!

Thank you very much.

Congratulations.

You deserve this.

You made the school very proud.

York's the best!

Okay, boys.

See you on the bus.

They may be turkeys,

but those York boys

have the webbed feet of a duck.

Yeah, what do you expect?

They have their own pool.

Our team gets two hours a month

at the community center.

And most of that time is spent

trying to figure out who

stole their clothes.

Good race, Chip.

No way, dude. Wouldn't want

to catch any "loseritis."

Hey! What was that?

Bruno... I know that look.

I don't like that look. Please.

We just got over our detentions

for Operation Banner Blast.

Guys.

Would I ever do anything

that was rash and dangerous

if it wasn't also

awesome and dangerous?

Yes. Constantly.

Thinking what I'm thinking?

Maybe.

But I don't know

where we can find

23 glow sticks and a panda

for him, right now.

Nice freestyling, but, uh...

Thank you.

I'm kinda thinking

Operation Fizzle Fix.

I'm one step ahead of you.

Well, here we go again.

All right, listen up, boys.

Look, maybe we didn't win today.

No, we definitely lost.

But winning is not everything.

Let's remember what's

important in life.

Pizzaroo Pouches?

No, Hackenschleimer.

So then I said,

"no way, dude!

Wouldn't want to

catch any 'loseritis'"!

Oh, it doesn't get

any better than that!

Well, that should take care

of any "loseritis."

Yeah, we should run.

We should run. We should run.

Losing is something of

a tradition at Macdonald Hall.

You know, some of

our top swimmers

have gone on to lose

at the Olympics.

Well, settle down,

It's not over yet

Well, turn around, there are

Things you mustn't forget

I'm coming for you!

Coming!

Losers!

Sir, you know, we're all very

eager to resume our studies,

so maybe we should

drive away as fast as possible.

Quite right.

Everybody on the bus?

Whoop!

Mr. Walton. Ms. Burton.

Nice of you to join us.

Oh, no sweat,

Headmaster Sturgeon.

Don't mind me.

You can just drop me off

at Scrimmage's.

Can we?

Oh, how lucky for us.

Did you have a good time

at the swim meet today?

Are you kidding me, sir?

Today has been...

fizz-tastic.

Right, boys? Right?

At least some of them

are taking it well.

Swimming is so stupid.

They did what?!

Yes, 20 liters of Fizz-All

dumped in the pool.

Stolen from our infirmary.

Bad sportsmanship, William.

Really, Hartley?

As bad as your boys

knocking our swim team

captain into the pool?

Nevertheless, I do hope

there'll be some consequences

before our next swim meet. The

stress is killing my stomach.

I don't mind telling you.

I'll handle my boys, Hartley,

and as for your stomach...

why don't you have

a sip of your pool?

Hmm?

Oh, you hung up.

I guess I'm going to get

the last word.

Word!

Headmaster Sturgeon.

Mr. Sturgeon?

This is Eugenia Scrimmage,

from across the road.

Bob Hartley

from the York Boys' Academy

tells me that

one of my young women

was involved

in an aggressive activity

intended to cause distress

and/or offence to others.

You mean a prank?

Well, what you call a prank

I call a desperate cry for help

for students who have

no outlet for creativity

and emotional growth.

"Prank" is shorter.

I'm inviting my students

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