Diary Of A Wimpy Kid Page #8

Yeah!

(SINGING) Well, now,

don't you tell me to smile

You stick around

I'll make it worth your while

Got numbers beyond what you can dial

Maybe it's because I'm so versatile

Style profile, I said

It always brings me back

when I hear, Ooh, Child

From the Hudson River out to the Nile

I run the marathon till the very last mile

If you battle me I will revile

People always say my style is wild

You've got gall, you've got guile

To step to me, I'm a rapophile

If you want to battle, you're in denial

Coming from Uranus to check my style

Go ahead, put my rhymes on trial

Cast you off into exile

GREG:
You have got to be kidding me.

BO Y:
Hey, what's up?

GIRL:
Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

So, I left my racing game at your house

and Collin's sleeping over tonight.

So I need it back.

What? No way.

Finders, keepers.

You didn't find it, I left it.

Fine, then leavers, losers.

That's not even a real thing.

It is if I say it is.

It's my game.

Do you know what?

You wouldn't even have that game

if I hadn't told you about it!

You wouldn't have half the stuff

you have without me!

Yeah, like a broken hand!

That was a million years ago!

ROWLEY:
It clicks now!

Hear that? Click, click, click, click.

- And it's all your fault!

- It was an accident!

Kick his butt, Rowley! It's easy!

Guys, Greg and Rowley are gonna fight!

- Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

- Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

- Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

- Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

PATTY:
Come on, what's wrong

with you guys?! Start punching!

- You start!

- You start it!

No, you!

Quit copying me!

This has got to be the worst fight ever!

Do something!

(ALL EXCLAIM)

Well, well, well, look who we have here!

You're so freaking dead!

All you guys better scram

or I'm gonna kick your butts, too!

(ALL SCREAMING)

Not you two.

You guys have no idea

what I'm gonna do to you.

Oh, um...

What are we gonna do?

- I don't know.

- We need to move this along.

My shift at Cinnabon starts in half an hour.

I know what we're gonna do.

Give me the wide one.

That's you, let's go.

Pick it up.

- But...

- Pick it up.

Now eat it.

No!

Eat it or I'll shove the entire thing

down your throat.

(GAGGING)

GREG:
I don't even want to say

exactly what happened

because if Rowley ever tries

to run for President

and someone finds out

what these guys made him do,

he won't have a chance.

PETE:
Now you.

But I'm allergic to dairy!

I'll die, and then you'll go to jail! And...

MALONE:
Hey!

- What are you doing on school property?

- WADE:
Go, go, go!

CARTER:
Shotgun!

Pete Hosey, is that you?

You boys okay? Yeah? All right.

Out of my way! Out of my way!

Oh, my God!

- Rowley Jefferson ate--

- I ate the cheese!

Yeah. I ate it.

And you know what, people?

I just did you all a huge favor.

I ate the cheese to show you all

how stupid this whole school is.

The wrong friends.

The wrong lunch table.

The wrong butt?

It's all meaningless.

Just like this cheese.

I know it. You all know it.

So come on.

Everyone else who's sick of it,

step forward and join me!

Cheese Touch!

Greg Heffley has the Cheese Touch!

- ALL:
Run!

- BOY:
He's got the Cheese Touch!

Not bad, Heffley. Not bad at all.

So you want to come over

after school and... play?

Yeah.

Okay.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

PATTY:
Here's your yearbook.

Have a great summer.

Here's your yearbook.

Have a great summer.

Thanks!

Here's your yearbook.

Have a great summer.

Thanks, Patty.

Here's your yearbook.

You're not in it that much.

Maybe try to get out there

a little next year.

You know what, Patty?

One day middle school will end

and become high school.

And after that, it just becomes life.

And all those things you think

are important now won't be anymore.

(SCOFFS) You wish.

(EXCLAIMING) As if!

Handing it to you is like touching you

and I am way too smart

to touch somebody who ate the cheese.

Rowley! Have a great summer!

Stay cool.

Yep, you're way too smart for me,

Patty Farrell.

(SCOFFS)

(LAUGHING)

So the year turned out pretty good.

My goal was to be a class favorite,

and I made it.

Even if it wasn't exactly

the way I planned it.

Zoo-wee Mama!

(WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM MEPLAYING)

Hey! Oh!

I don't wanna waste my time again

By getting wasted with so-called friends

'Cause they don't know me

But they pretend

to be part of my social scenery

Hey, maybe I'm a critic, a cynic

Or am I jaded or am I afraid of it?

'Cause It's dragging me down

It's bumming me out

It's making my head spin round and round

Can you say, "Hey?"

Can you say, "Oh?"

That's right, what do you want from me?

Can you say, "Hey?"

Can you say, "Oh?"

That's right, what do you want from me?

I get the feeling we're on to something

I say jump and you start jumping

Can you say, "Hey?"

Can you say, "Oh?"

That's right, what do you want from me?

Just another day in the life of me

Maybe I'm a critic, a cynic

Or am I crazy? Do they all hate me?

'Cause they pick me up

and throw me down

It's making my head spin round and round

(EXCLAIMS)

Can you say, "Hey?"

Can you say, "Oh?"

That's right, what do you want from me?

Can you say, "Hey?"

Can you say, "Oh?"

That's right, what do you want from me?

I get the feeling, we're on to something

I say jump and you start jumping

Can you say, "Hey?"

Can you say, "Oh?"

That's right,

now what do you want from me?

Can you say, "Hey?"

Can you say, "Oh?"

That's right, what do you want from me?

Can you say, "Hey?"

Can you say, "Oh?"

That's right, what do you want from me?

I get the feeling, we're on to something

I say jump and you start jumping

Can you say, "Hey?"

Can you say, "Oh?"

That's right, what do you want from me?

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