Hatching Pete

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( Rhythmic Stomping,

Clapping )

Cock-A-Doodle-Doo!

- ( Sneezes )

- ( Marching Band Playing )

Oh, Gosh.

The Feathers.

( Sneezing )

Worst Chicken

We Ever Had.

That's Rooster.

It's A Rooster.

( Sneezing )

Cock-A-Doodle--

Aw, Forget It.

- ( Whistle Blows )

- ( Crowd Cheering )

Hey, Ms. Banfield,

Sorry I'm Late.

I've Been Looking

For Camie Poole,

Have You Seen Her

Go Inside?

I'm Sorry, Are You

At Brewster High?E

You're Kidding,

Right?

I'm In Your

Biology Class.

I'm Pete-- I'm--

I'm Pete Ivey.

What's Up, Pete?

Hi, Ms. Banfield.

Oh, So You Know

This Young Man, Cleatus?

He Was Inquiring

Of Your Sister.Abouts

Pete Was?

He's Trying To Find Camie

So He Can

Ask Her Out Finally.

- How'd You Know That?

- Dude, I'm Your Best Friend.

I Pay Attention

To Your Neurotic Ramblings.

Oh, Here We Are.

Pete Ivey, Check.

- Thank You.

- Okay.

( Sneezes )

Oh! Is That Brain?

( Gags)

- ( Marching Band Stops )

- ( Students Cheering )

Tommy Thompson.

Testing One, Two, Three.

- Rooster Basketball...

- ( Marching Band Playing )

Hey, Poole, You Better

Get Your Tailfeathers

Out On The Court.

( Chuckles )

"Tailfeathers."

That's A Funny One, Skylar.

( Cheering, Shouting )

Camie! Hey! Hey--

Cheerleaders:

Ready, Okay!

Throw 'Em In The Muck!

Cluck, Cluck, Cluck!

- Hey, Jamie, What Up?

- Beat It, Poole.

You're Gross.

- ( Gasps )

- Cheerleaders:
...Cluck,

Cluck, Cock-A-Doodle...

Seriously, Leave Or I'll

Have The Wrestling Hurt You Again!

Okay. All Right.

So I Will See You Later.

( Cheering, Yelling )

- Hey, Sis, How's It--

- Move It, Poole!

Oh! Ouch!

( Sneezes )

Camie! Hey!

Hey, Pete,

What Are You Doing Here?

Oh, Me?

Oh, I'm--

Well, I'm Here,

'Cause Um--

Well, I Had Something

That I Wanted To Tell You.

Well, It's, Kind Of More

Of A-- A Question.

Okay, Shoot.

I'm Kind Of In A Hurry.

Yeah. Y-Yeah. Um--

Well, I Was--

I Was Wondering

If-- If You--

If You Would Go--

( Mocking )

If-- You-- Would--

Who Is This Guy?

Does He Even Go

To This School?

That's Just Pete.

He's My Brother's Best Friend.

Don't Care.

( Cooing )

Gonna Score 20 Points Today

For You, Sweet Thing.

( Giggles )

- Bye-Bye, Pete.

- ( Grunts )

See Ya!

( Groans )

Isn't Dill Awesome?

Yeah.

Yeah, Dill Is The--

The Aweseome-Ist.

All Right, Well,

I'll See You At The Game.

See You At The Game.

Loser.

Had Enough Yet?

Let's Get Out Of Here.

( Sighs )

( Sneezes )

Cheerleaders:

...Cock-A-Doodle-Do It!

( Marching Band Playing )

- What Up, Coach?

- Jam, Take The Gum Out.

Let's Go.

Get In Here.

Jam, Tie Your Shoes.

Let's Get It In Here!

Come On!

- Hey, Pete, How'd It Go

With My Sister?

- I Dry Heaved.

Ball, Please.

Thank You.

Okay, We Have A Simple

Goal For Tonight, Okay?

We're Gonna Score

More Than Seven Points.

Oh, And Camie Seems

To Really Enjoy Kissing Dill.

Uh, Yeah, Pete.

I Could Have Told You That.

Dude's Always

Over At My House.

I Think He's Stealing

My Mini Cologne Samples.

Why Didn't You Tell Me

Your Sister Was Dating

The Captain Of

The Basketball Team?

Pete, Chill, Dude.

Listen,

I'll Level With You.

Okay, I Didn't

Tell You About Dill

Because-- Because

I Wanted You To Grow, Man,

Experience New Things.

I Mean, Just

Building The Courage

To Choke Out A Few Words

To My Sister Took Guts,

Major Guts, Man.

I'm Really Proud Of You.

Really?

Thanks, Poole.

- I Appreciate That--

- ( Cackling ) Nah, Dude.

I'm Just Messing With You, Dude.

It Just Slipped My Mind.

( Clears Throat )

( Sneezes )

Hey, Son.

Hi, Dad.

What's Wrong, Son?

Look A Little Down.

Yeah. Just Got

Some Things Going On.

Woman Trouble?

Well, Yeah.

I Kinda Missed My Chance

With A Girl I Like.

Got Beat To The Punch, Huh?

By The Captain

Of The Basketball Team.

Thing Is, Pete,

If You Want To Get

Noticed By Girls,

You Gotta Give Them

Something To Notice.

Like When You Were A Kid,

You Were Into Gymnastics.

That Got You Noticed.

Yeah, Everyone

Thought I Was Weird.

Okay, Bad Example.

But, See, My Point Is,

This Guy Plays Basketball.

That Gets Noticed.

Your Mother Didn't

Even Know I Existed

Until I Did

Something Bold.

I Got A Motorcycle.

And Pulling Out Of

The Dealership,

He Rode Off The Sidewalk

And Fell Over.

I Have Poor Balance.

( Snickers )

Your Father Broke

Nearly Every

Bone In His Body.

- Shake A Tailfeather, We Got

45 Minutes To Tip-Off.

- Come On, Pete.

- I'm Not Going To The Game.

- What Did Your Son Just Say?

Why Bother?

Brewster Hasn't Won A Game

Since Like

Early Last Season.

- Pete, If This Is Some

Sort Of Teenage Acting Out

- ( Door Opens, Bell Jingles )

Against Your Parents,

We Kindly Ask You

- To Leave Rooster

Nation Out Of It.

- Yes.

- Hello, Cleatus.

- Hola, Leon.

( Sneezes )

Oh.

Sounds Like

You Got A Cold.

It's Allergies,

But That's A Strong Guess.

Doris...

( Whispers )

What's Up?

Our Names Haven't

Changed, Cleatus.

We're Still

Mr. And Mrs. Ivey To You.

- That's Right.

- Hey, Wait A Minute,

Shouldn't You Be

Heading To The Game By Now?

Yes. Yes, I Should.

Well, Come On, Roosters,

Let's Cock-A-Doodle-Do It!

( Squawking )

We'll Do That.

That's Where We're Going.

- Poole, What's Up?

- Dude, I Need You

To Do Me A Solid.

- Okay.

- ( Door Closes,

Bell Jingles )

Yeah, I'm Gonna Need You

To Go Ahead And Be The Chicken

Tonight At The Game.

And I Need To Borrow

Like 500 Bucks.

What?! No!

I Thought You Said That

You Were My Best Friend.

Okay, No Worries

About The Money

And No Hard Feelings

About Filling In For Me Today.

I'm Not Gonna Be The Chicken!

What Is Going On?

Pete, This Isn't Easy

For Me To Admit.

Okay?

Okay...

I'm Dying.

( Snickers )

- You're Not Serious.

- Yes, Pete, I'm Serious.

I'm Dying Inside

Of This Foam Chicken Head.

- Idiot.

- Dude, It's

My Allergies, Man.

Okay, They've

Never Been This Bad.

I Mean, Principal Daly

Got A New Chicken Head

For My Costume.

( Sneezes )

He Thought

The Bright New Colors

- Would Boost School Spirit,

And It's A Fine Plan, Right?

- Yeah.

I Mean, I'm Probably

Gonna Be The First Person

In History To Sneeze To Death.

Then Quit.

You Hate Being The Chicken.

Pete, You Know

I Can't Do That.

Okay, It's My

Family Legacy.

- Don't Go For The Wallet--

- Yes, I'm Going For

The Wallet, Pete.

- I've Seen This--

- Pete, You Made Me Do It.

Me.

My Dad.

My Uncle.

My Other Uncle

I Think That's My Aunt.

My Granddad.

Pete, You're Gonna Have

To Do This For The Grandkids.

I Don't Even Know

What Makes You Think

I Can Be The Chicken.

I Practically Blacked Out

Saying Hi To Your Sister.

Okay, Pete, You Know What?

That's A Sound Argument.

I Really Don't

Want To Get Into It.

Maybe I Came

And Asked The Wrong Guy.

- ( Bell Jingles )

- Okay, Pete, If You

Don't Want To Do It,

I Guess I'll Just

Go Talk To Keith Burke.

You Know He Said

He Would Pay Me

To Let Him Wear

The Chicken Suit.

I Mean, The Guy Knows

It's A Chick Magnet.

- Wait. Wait A Second.

- No, Pete, That's Too Bad.

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