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Speaking.

No, Everyone Is Just Fine Today.

I Will! Thank You.

Okay. Bye-Bye.

[ Telephone Rings ]

[ Telephone Rings ]

[ Sighs ]

I'm Telling You, It's Just A

Virus.

Whatever.

I've Got A Feeling

This Isn't Over Yet.

And I've Got A Feeling. . .

. . .That I'm Ready To Greet

The Day.

Ready, Okay?

Chanting In Unison:

We Are Danforth!

Red, Black, And Blue!

We Are Danforth!

Red, Black, And Blue!

Coach:

Last Time!

All:
We Are Danforth!

Red, Black, And Blue!

[ All Cheer ]

Riley Is So Good.

Oh. . .

She Has A Private Coach.

Why?

What's Wrong With Coach Hallows?

[ Scoffs ]

No Comment.

Good Job!

Riley. . . I Like It!

Good. I'm Glad.

Couldn't Have Done It Without

You.

Oh, Really?

Of Course. I Mean, Without Yourp

I Wouldn't Have Been So Great.

-Thank You.

-That Was Awesome!

Thank You.

-Guys, That Was Really Cool.

-Riley:
Thank You.

You Mind Showing Me How To Do

It?

-Oh, Yeah.

-Sure, Yeah. Totally.

So, Looks Like She's Going To Be

Head Cheerleader Again.

Vanessa. . .

-Sorry, I--

-That's Okay.

Uh, Salt.

So, How's The Future

Miss Head Cheerleader?

Me?

[ Sergeant Grunts ]

Sorry, But. . .

. . .She's The Girl.

It'll Be All Right.

Don't You Give Up.

What's Up?

It's Over. I Know It.

Look At Riley's Face.

She Knows It, Too.

All Right. Very Good Job, Girls.

Hydrate, Hydrate!

Emily:
Very Good.

Hydrate, Hydrate!

[ Blows Whistle ]

All Right. Very Good.

Come On In. Come On In.

Gather Round.

Good, Good.

Very Impressive Today, Girls.

I'm Very Proud Of You.

And, Paige, You Did

A Very Wonderful Job.

You Keep That Up,

You'll Make First String In No

Time.

Where Did You Learn

To Dribble Like That?

From Watching Me, Of Course.

He's Right.

You Did Awesome Today.

How Many Goals Did You Score?

-I Lost Count.

-It Was Five.

[ Giggles ]

Is That To Your Mom?

Yes, And It's Private.

Oh. Sorry.

Hey, Tell Her Thanks

For The Care Package.

That Was Really Nice.

She Sent You A Care Package?!

What Was In It?

Cookies, Candy And Stuff.

No Fair.

Why Did She Send You One?

Because He Didn't Freak Out

When I Scratched His Car.

Hey!

So, What's So Interesting?

It's A Book

About Unsolved Mysteries.

Cool!

Like Aliens And Ufos And Stuff?

No. Like Alfred Hitchcock.

Who?

^Ithe Birds... Rear Window...

-You Like Hitchcock?

-Doesn't Everyone?

Oh, Yeah, And When

He Sang ''Imagine''. . .

-I Know, It Was So Good.

-It Was So Good.

-Did You Like The First One?

-I Thought The First One--

Don't Look Now!

What?

I Said, ''Don't Look''!

I Knew She Liked Him.

Looks Like The Feeling's Mutual.

-Same With Brad.

-Whatever.

Let's Just Get Out Of Here.

I Mean, I Have To Go Wash Lab Ds

For Professor Plume Anyway.

Do You Want To Come Help Me?

Do I Have A Choice?

Not Really.

Ethan:

What Are You Guys Doing?

Abby, You're Getting

Your Clothes All Dirty.

That's So Not You.

[ Sighs ]

You're Going To Need This.

Hey.

You Need Any Help?

If We All Work Together,

We Can Get It Done A Lot Faster.

Besides, I Need The Volunteer Hs

For Extra Credit.

Claire, Will You Go Pick Up

Some Dirty Dishes?

All Right.

Okay.

All Right, Class! Come To Order!

Yes, Sir, Professor!

Stop It!

Look!

''If You Play Soccer,

You'd Better Beware.

It's Your Turn To Hurl.''

That Doesn't Even Rhyme.

[ Beep ]

For Evidence.

Why Are You Gathered

Around My Desk?

We're Just Cleaning It Up For

You.

You Know How You Love

A Clean Desk.

Oh.

Uh, Good.

And Clean The Floor, Would You,,

And Put The Peanuts In The

Beaker.

I'll Eat Them Later.

What Looks Healthy?

It's A Snack Machine, Paige.

I Know.

I'm Just Worried That The Food

In The Cafeteria Is

Contaminated,

And I Don't Want To Take That

Chance.

Y'all Better Clean Up This

Trash.

But We Didn't Make This Mess.

I Don't Care. Pick It Up.

It's Not My Job

To Clean Up After Y'all.

So, What "Is" His Job?

[ Both Laugh ]

Coach:
All Right. Keep On Kicki!

Kick It High!

Oh, Good, Good!

Run, Run, Run! Come On!

Use Those Leg Muscles Of Yours.

I Hope You Stretched Them.

Good. Kick It.

Good. Keep On Running.

Run Around In A Circle.

Get The Ball Into The Goal.

That Is The Purpose Of Soccer.

[ Girl Moans ]

Coach:
Come On, Come On!

Good, Get The Ball Back In!

[ More Girls Moan ]

Coach:
No, No, No.

Why Are You Stopping?

Why Are You Stopping?

Did You Not Drink Water?

Come On. I Can Bring Water To

You.

[ Vomits ]

Paige:

You Keep That In Your Bag?

Yeah. After The Cheerleaders Go.

Want Some?

Thanks.

No, Thanks.

Not After Your Lips Have Been

On It.

-You Really Should Take It, Abb.

-No.

Suit Yourself.

Paige:
That Stuff Really Works.

I Don't Feel Sick Anymore.

I Officially Call This Meeting

To Order.

Don't. . . Please. My Head Stil.

It's Not A Gavel.

Doesn't Matter.

Okay, Here's What We Know:

We Have Two Notes

Targeting Two Different Groups,

And Everybody Gets Sick.

Tell Us Something We Don't Know.

You Know, I Don't Feel So Good.

I'm Gonna Go Back To My Room.

Why Are You Being So Rude?

I'm Not.

Yeah, You Are.

Okay. Sorry.

Don't Tell Us. Tell Paige.

[ Clears Throat ]

Abby:
Paige. . .

Look, I'm Really Sorry.

You Were Right, And I Was. . .

I Was Wrong.

Something's Up,

And If We Work Together,

We Can Figure Out Who's Doing

It.

Okay.

And If You And Ethan Are A Coup,

Then I Can Deal With It.

What?

You And Ethan.

Huh?

We Saw You And Claire Under

The Tree Today With Brad And

Ethan.

Ethan Was Just Being Friendly.

Wait, So You And Ethan

And Brad And Claire Aren't. . .?

Well. . .

No, I'm Just Kidding.

Anyways, I Think He Likes You.

You Do?

Why Do You Think That?

Wouldn't You Like To Know!

[ Gasps ]

Yeah! Tell Me!

[ Paige Laughs ]

Paige! Come On!

Stop! Tell Me! Please?

Wait! Paige, You Have To Tell

Me!

Tell You What?

Nothing.

So, You Guys Are Good?

Yeah.

Yeah.

[ Sighs ]

Okay, Let's Get Back To

Business.

Somebody's Making Everybody

Sick,

And We Have To Figure Out Who,

Why, And How They're Doing It.

Whoever's Doing This

Is Doing It For A Reason.

They're Getting Something Out

Of It.

It's Not Just Random.

What Does Anybody Have To Gain

By Making Everybody Sick?

I Don't Know. . . Yet.

Let's List The Possible Suspects

And Their Motives.

You First.

[ Sighs ]

Okay.

Sean.

Sean? Our Cute, Nerdy Sean?

-Mm-Hmm.

-No Way.

Come On. Think About It.

It Makes Sense.

He's Always Getting Sick,

And Everyone's Always

Making Fun Of Him For It.

Maybe He Just Wants

To Even The Score,

Show Everyone Else How It Feels.

Okay, Sean.

Motive, Equality.

What About Ethan?

It's Not Ethan.

Taylor:

Why Not?

It Just Isn't. That's Why.

What About Brad?

He Didn't Get Sick.

-It's Not Brad.

-Why Not?

It Just Isn't. That's Why.

Okay. Not Brad.

Emily Littman?

Yeah. She's Always Wanting

To Be With The Older Kids.

And She's The Queen Of Pranks.

Sean, Emily. . .

Anybody Else?

Professor Plume?

No Way!

That Last Note Was

On His Whiteboard.

And He Always Freaks Out

If We Have To Leave The Class

Early

For Any Club Activities.

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