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if we beat her to death.

Vanessa, would you relax

a little bit?

Fine.

How do we expose her?

With this.

We put a video on there

with all of the information

Linking Stacy to Roxy.

We're gonna patch

into the school's TV system.

Then we're gonna broadcast it

live to the entire school

During the video announcements.

Excuse me.

What the hell

are you doing here?

Hi, Gary.

What do I have to do

to get through to you?

Do I need to call the police?

I don't think

that'll be necessary.

What are you planning

to do with this, huh?

Uh, that's just a school project

That I've been working on.

Yeah, another one

of your pranks?

- No, I just...

- Listen to me very carefully.

If I see you on my campus again,

I'll have you in handcuffs

In front of all

your little friends.

Do you understand?

- Sure.

- Leave...

now.

We need another copy of that

video before the announcements.

It's impossible.

It would take hours to run home

and render a new one.

There's just not enough time.

But the student body

votes today.

Yeah.

I think you're boned.

And that solves the mystery

Of our faulty

fire-Alarm system.

Up next, an anti-Bullying

segment from Stacy Richards.

At Eastwood high

there is one bully

That has caused more torment

than any other... Roxy.

If I'm elected,

I will stop at nothing

To bring Roxy to justice.

I can help with that.

Good morning, Eastwood high.

It is my genuine pleasure

to reveal the true identity

Of the anonymous cyber bully,

known as...

Roxy.

He must've

patched into the system.

But how did he get on TV?

He's doing it live.

And basically,

I'm gonna screw her.

- What the hell is this?

- Shh.

Behind me

is Roxy's I.P. Address,

Which I acquired

by a brute-Force hacking

Of the twitter account.

If Stacy Richards

is truly searching for Roxy,

She doesn't have to search

very far.

He's in

the cheerleaders' closet.

This is Stacy Richards'

I.P. Address...

A perfect match

with the one associated with...

Roxy!

Open it.

Oh, for the love of god,

come on!

Oh!

Aah!

So here it is, folks...

Straight "A" s,

courtesy of my girl Vanessa.

What you got there?

Are those your grades?

Uh...

nope, it's

Vanessa's death certificate.

Felix.

Are those your grades?

Uh...

Felix!

Hey!

Hey, mister, you just

don't take off.

I probably could've handled

that better,

But one thing is certain,

My parents must never see

that report card,

For if they do,

They'll simultaneously crap

their pants.

Oh!

Most parents would consider

disowning you

For an "F" on your report card.

Seven "F" s

is a different story.

That right there

is a death sentence.

What is this?

- It's your report card, silly.

- Funny.

I distinctly remember asking

for straight "A" s.

Those appear to be "F" s.

Hmm, looks like you got

the report card you deserve.

This is what I deserve

for helping you?

You've never worked

for anything in your life,

Have you, Felix?

What are you talking about?

You can't expect to walk out

of here in the top percentile

Without ever applying yourself.

I'm not gonna help you cheat

your way to the top.

Are you insane?

I helped you cheat your way

into the presidency.

I earned that presidency.

I've been working towards it

for the last three years.

Do you have any idea

how hard I worked?

I'm gonna give you five

minutes to fix my report card.

- Fix it!

- Or what?

What's gonna happen if I don't?

Use your imagination.

Two minutes to curtain.

So how do you want to play this?

Excuse me.

I have a play to star in,

But good luck

with the report card.

I'm sure your parents

will be really proud.

Anyone can be a jerk,

But Vanessa makes it

in art form.

She's a rare breed,

An innovator.

That straight-F report card

was her crowning achievement.

I close my eyes

I surrender

to you

I lie awake

these sleepless nights

you walked away

and took my life

Get off the stage.

What are you doing?

You betrayed me

all I wanted

was one last kiss

you got it, baby

kiss this booty

oh

what does your heart

tell you?

- It's him.

- my heart tells me

that you're

a traitorous butt-Munch

Take off the mask!

The mask stays on

Hey, guys.

Where were you?

- I was at school.

- "At school"?

Why?

What's going on, Felix?

I was...

gonna explain that to you.

What is this?

The school play...

I'm in it.

You never told me

about a school play.

Yeah, the premiere was tonight,

And I totally forgot.

And...

that's why you ran off

like you did before?

That is correct.

So...

what character were you playing?

The clown...

wizard.

"The clown wizard"?

Yeah, people love me.

"Musical"?

I didn't know you could sing.

Yeah, I do.

- I do sing a little.

- Yeah, well...

sing us something.

Sing us something from the play.

Well, I-I don't...

I don't... I can't...

Yeah, this just doesn't make

any sense.

I am the wizard

a clown wizard

- Hey, honey.

- Good morning, mom.

Listen...

it was unfair of me

to be like that last night.

- I'm sorry.

- It's cool, mom.

Don't worry about it.

I understand.

I am just anxious to see

your grades, that's all.

There's really nothing

to be anxious about.

They just haven't sent

them out yet.

Maybe yours were sent

to the wrong address.

Possibly.

I should talk

to someone over there.

- No.

- I'll take you to school.

No, it's fine.

I'll just ride my bike.

- Are you sure?

- Yep.

I need the exercise anyways.

- Have a good day.

- Will do, daddy-O.

- And don't be late.

- Impossible!

Ever had a snow day?

Pretty cool, right?

You get the whole day off

Because

of some wretched weather.

Being expelled

is kind of like that...

except the weather's awesome.

Your life

is a never-Ending series

Of missed opportunities.

At any given moment, you are

completely surrounded by them.

You just got to know

where to look.

This room, for example...

What do you see?

Anything?

Time's up.

Here's what

you might've missed...

$4.67 under

the couch cushion...

decorative boomerang

bought by my dad,

Never been thrown

a single time...

Shame.

You think this is just

for blowing leaves?

Think again!

Opportunities...

They're all around you...

unless you're in history class.

- Hey, there.

- Hi.

Nice robe.

Thank you.

It's, uh, $18.50.

One second.

Um...

you look familiar.

Do you go to Eastwood?

Yeah, I used to...

till I got expelled.

That's right...

For the pranks.

I liked your work

with the koala bears.

Thank you.

Uh, it's $18.50.

You think you could help me

get that down?

Um...

that depends

on how much you're gonna tip me.

Does $4.67 tickle

your fancy?

Almost... It's about a foot

to the left.

Come on, you got it.

Really?

Am I almost there?

Yeah, almost there.

Just jump... Jump a little higher.

Oh!

- You almost hit me.

- I did?

Good.

Oh, that was so close.

You got this.

One more, one more, one more.

Wait. It's fine.

Go ahead.

Yes!

Oh!

Well...

there goes your tip.

What?

No, stop.

I'm kidding. Stop.

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