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Good morning.
Hey.
Um, I'd like to introduce our guest lecturer.
My friend...
The head of Neutronium Records and the producer of the Platinum Music Awards!
Mason Thornesmith.
[ Phone beeps ]
Oh, sorry darling, got to take this.
Yeah, what is it?
Uh...
Mason's gonna be teaching us about,
how much fun and how exciting the music business can be.
- And hopefully he'll... - What?!
No, you tell him he better be in that recording session,
or I'll have his fat head on a fork!
Where's... oh Max, it's you.
Yes, guess what...
You're fired, now run home and tell your pregnant wife.
I love that man.
He's sweet.
Hello, kids.
- Hey. - Hi.
So Mason,
what advice do you have for the students here at Hollywood Arts,
who are trying to break into the music business?
Well, I'd say, ya know um...
If you work hard, stay focused...
Eh, who are we kidding?
Prepare for your dreams to be crushed.
Questions?
Uh, hey, Robbie.
Hi. Robbie Shapiro.
Class treasurer, seafood lover.
Here at school, I'm known as quite the guitar player.
And quite the doof-bag.
Anyway...
Uh, my guitar instructor says that I'm excellent when it comes to picking...
Especially his nose! Heh heh.
- Rex! - Um, actually Robin...
- Rob-bee. - Never correct me.
Uh I would like to speak with you when we're all finished here.
- Really? - Really?
Really.
I never knew Robbie liked seafood.
Mister Thornesmith...
- Ah! - Ow!
This is a collection of my music...
It's uh, called "Songs In The Key Of Trina".
Hey hey look out!
It's the Flour Bomber!
Grab him!
[ Music ]
Here I am once again.
Feeling lost but now and then.
I breathe it in to let it go.
And you don't know where you are now.
And what it will come to if only somebody could hear.
When you figure out how.
You're lost in the moment.
You disappear.
You don't have to be afraid to put your dream in action.
You'll never gonna fade.
You'll be the main attraction.
Not a fantasy.
Just remember me.
When it turns out right.
Because you know that if you live in your imagination.
Tomorrow you'll be everybody's fascination.
In my victory.
Just remember me.
When I make it shine.
[ Music ]
Ugh, I can't believe that Flour Bomber!
He ruined my chances to sing for Mason Thornesmith.
Um, Trina...
Have you ever recorded yourself singing,
and played it back, and ya know, listened to it?
Yeah, sure.
And...
And you wanna do it again?
I'm so sick of that Flour Bomber.
I am gonna find out who he is and why he's flour bombing people.
I made you this daisy out of colored paper.
So Robbie, let's say you uh swing by my office tomorrow, four o'clock.
- How does that sound? - Scrumptious.
Oh my God, you're blowing it already.
I like this Rex.
You bring him to the office tomorrow.
Sure.
Is it true?!
Did the Flour Bomber really strike again?!
What do you think?
I dunno, what do I think?
Look at me.
Do you not see what's on my face?
The chin pimple?
Okay, you guys just have a seat, and Mason'll be here in a minute.
Um, have you heard of Bibble?
Sure, the British snack.
- Cat... - Shush up!
Yeah, um, could you point me in the direction of Mason's Bibble?
I've been told not to give you any Bibble.
Hmm... maybe you're thinking of someone else.
You're Cat Valentine.
No.
I'm Cat Valen...
Stine.
Hey, were you at my Bat Mitzvah?
Don't be so nervous.
I'm not nervous.
Then why are you breathing so heavy?
Because these pants are a little snug in the rump.
Well, hello.
If it isn't my new friend Robbie and my old friend Cat.
Hey, Mason. You like my snazzy outfit?
And there's Rex.
All day.
- Mason, quick question... - No Bibble.
You don't know that's what I was gonna ask.
Oh, then what's your question?
How ya been?
Francis, come on, get yourself in here.
There he is. Robbie, Cat! This...
Is my son, Francis.
- Well, hello Fra... - Bibble!
Cat.
How ya been?
Alrighty then. My work here is done.
Wait, I thought we were gonna talk about my music career.
Well, sometimes we think things that never happen.
I see you have a...
Bag of Bibble.
You can't have any.
Not even for...
Chocolate covered nuts?
Nah, keep your nuts.
Francis, is your dad coming back?
No. He brought you here so I could buy your little friend.
Cat?
How much?
Robbie.
Not the chick! Him.
Eh!
But... but Rex isn't for sale.
I'll give you two thousand bucks.
Two thousand... what?!
Owie!
- So we got a deal or what? - No.
Think about it Rob. Two G's...
That'd buy you a lot a body wash.
Well, I do use a lot of it.
My offer's good for twenty-four hours.
Alright. I'll think about it.
- Cat, you coming? - Wait for me outside.
I ain't giving you any Bibble.
Okay. But...
Will you at least breathe in my face?
Oh, yeah.
That is Bibble breath.
Do it again!
[ Music ]
Here I am...
Just walking through school...
Hoping the Flour Bomber doesn't ruin my awesome, expensive outfit by, ya know...
Flour bombing me.
That better not happen.
Okay.
There's my girl. Just blending in with the crowd.
I wanna know who that Flour Bomber is.
Ah, so you wore that to get his attention.
Yup. And when he tries to get me,
I am going to grab him and wrestle him down to the ground.
He might like that.
I'd like that.
I wouldn't like it.
Hey.
- Hi girls. - Hey. Oh, hi.
I can't talk!
- Hey Rob. - I don't know!
- You guys worried about Robbie? - Totally.
Yeah, he called me in the middle of the night last night and just yelled...
"What do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do?!"
And what'd you say?
"I dunno I dunno I dunno I dunno".
He's lucky to have you as a friend.
You guys talking about Robbie selling Rex?
- Oh, yeah. - Yeah.
I can't imagine Robbie without Rex. It's like Sikowitz without clown pants.
Or Tori without that stupid monster purse.
What? What's so funny?
Nothin'. Um. Where were we?
Well, I think Robbie should sell him.
- Why? - Because!
I think we all know that Robbie's relationship with Rex is...
Ya know... it's not natural.
Oh, this coming from the girl who saved Rex's life last year,
after we had him good and dead?
Ooh, kids kids!
Have you seen an unholy woman with a horrible little girl?
- Mister Sikowitz! - Oh dear.
Mister Sikowitz, I see you there.
Mrs. Hellbert!
Isn't it bad enough that I have to live across the
street from you and your vicious little daughter?
Must you bring her to my place of work?
I brought her here to apologize for what she did this morning.
- What'd she do? - None of your stupid business!
Hey, Andre. Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey.
Whoa, whoa.
I'll tell you what she did!
This morning I was showering with my bathroom window open.
And this little egg-chucker nailed me in the head!
It ain't my fault your head broke my egg!
I will end you.
- You say you're sorry! - No!
- Say it! - You say it!
Rhoda!
I'm sorry!
Thank you.
And I hope you've learned you have to show adults some degree of respect.
You can't just... oh!
Rhoda! Not nice!
Come back here!
I will get you if it's the last thing I...
Great jeepers, I think my leg is broken.
It's the Flour Bomber!
Oh!
No! Don't bomb him!
Bomb me!
- We're never gonna know who he is! - Or why he's doing this.
- Poor Sikowitz. - He looks like a big hairless doughnut.
Now I'm hungry.
We better get outta here before we get flour bombed.
Relax. Everyone knows the Flour Bomber only strikes once a day.
[ Music ]
Oh!
Sometimes twice.
[ Music ]
Knock knock.
Who's there?
I'm a.
I'm a who?
I'm a hungry.
I love me.
- Thanks. - Knock, knock.
That's the weird boy.
Ah.
Hi Francis. Um, my name is Tori and this is...
- Gimme the puppet! - Eh.
Let's see the cash.
No prob.
Two thousand bucks.
And I'll throw in Goonter.
I don't know. I mean, selling Rex...
Doesn't that make me a terrible friend?
Man, I'd sell you for half a sandwich.
Even tuna.
It's okay, Robbie. I mean, Francis seems like a...
Nice boy.
[ Burping ]
I smell Bibble!
Well? Give me the puppet.
Alright then.
- Bye bye, cheekbones. - Aw.
Bye Rex.
Later Valentine.
Bye.
Sweet!
- I gotta try him out! - No, please don't...
He's mine now and I'll do what I want.
Now I'm just gonna stick my hand right in here.
Oh my God.
Hey Rex. Say "knock knock".
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Cows go.
Cows go who?
No. Cows go moo.
I'm awesome.
Well, drag his carcass out of here.
Come on, Robbie.
[ Music ]
Huh, chicken.
Well, it's just you and me... Goonter.
Splendid. I wouldn't want it any other way.
Right. Um...
Hey, what do you think about my new pajamas, huh?
Look, they got little turtles on them.
I think they're fantastic.
Right.
You know, Rex probably would've said something about,
how these pajamas make me look like a doof-bag.
The best looking doof-bag ever.
Don't take this the wrong way, but I really miss Rex.
Then let's send him a fruit basket.
Come on! Can't you say something rude to me?!
Well, I was thinking that your hand feels a bit cold inside of me.
But actually, I find it refreshing.
Wee!
[ Music ]
But why?
Why would a guy dress up and walk around this school,
blasting people in the head with flour bombs?!
Why?
The question no one's asking is why?
Why is he doing this? Why?
Well, all I can say is. That flour?
It gets everywhere.
Everywhere.
Come on, who could it be?!
- Oh! I have an idea! - What's up? What?
- Tell us. - We make hamburgers!
But weiner-shaped, right?
And we put 'em on hot dog buns and we call 'em Hot-durgers!
I don't care I'm gonna do it anyway.
Hey guys, sorry I'm late. What's up Andre. I'm here.
Start the lesson, start.
Robbie, are you all right?
Yes! Why would you even ask that?
Uh, because you look sloppy...
And your hair looks dirty, and I dunno, you just seem all freaked out.
What?!
Wh-why are you talking like that?!
Why am I talking like what?
Stop it, stop that!
Robbie! She's just worried about you.
Now why don't you just calm down and quit acting like a fool?
Ah!
Hey, are you freaked out because ya sold Rex?
No. Look, I don't need Rex. I'm a grown boy. I don't need anybody.
Aw, Robbie, everyone needs friends. Especially...
Weirdos like you, who wear turtle pajamas like a doof-bag.
Rex!
- Aw, you miss Rex? - Yes!
No! I... ah, don't look at me!
Oh, I just need to go home! I just need to take a nap.
That's all I need to do is just go home. A little rest and relaxation would be...
Thank you! Enjoy your hot-durger!
I will.
Hot-durgers! Come and get your Hot-durgers!
- Hi. - Hi.
Sikowitz. Mister Sikowitz!
Mister Sikowitz!
What do you want?!
For you to drop the charges against my daughter!
Yeah, Sikowitz!
They're gonna put my baby in juvy!
I told you if she threw one more egg at me,
I would contact the police, and last night...
She egged me right in the tummy!
I was aiming lower!
She did that?
Who asked you, chicken hips?!
Watch it, strawberry grunch-cake!
That tears it!
Ah! Get off of me! Stop!
Hey! Stop! What is she doing?
No.
Ah!
Have you no manners?!
Have you no hair?!
But he... Mister... Mister Thornesmith...
It's a puppet. It's a pup... it's not alive.
It's... but, why?
Thanks for hanging up on me.
Why are you looking at yourself in a mirror?
Why wouldn't I?
Oh! Oh!
I was just in a fight with a twelve year-old!
No, you just lost a fight with a twelve-year-old.
- Did you call Mason? - Yep.
- Will his son sell Rex back to Robbie? - Nope.
Oh! Why would a twelve-year-old boy be so stubborn about keeping a dumb puppet?!
Yo. Idiot.
If you wanna get a twelve-year-old boy's attention away from a puppet,
then get him something he'll like better.
Like?
Donuts.
I have no time for this.
I told you she threw the egg, bruised my...
I know something an obnoxious twelve-year-old boy might want.
Cupcakes.
Thanks.
Hi. What would you like on your hot-durger...
Oh!
It's not as fun as it seems.
[ Music ]
Hey dad!
What?
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Woo.
Woo who?
Woo-hoo?! What are you so happy about?
Ha!
Ya know, I never wanted to have children.
Robbie Shapiro is here to see you.
Oh! Alright. Send him in.
Hello.
Yes, Robbie, you wanted to see me and Francis?
Yeah, I just wanted to drop off Rex's raincoat and hiking boots.
Good, give 'em. I got a super funny joke about a raincoat.
Yeah well, I don't think I can stand watching another minute of this.
Him.
- I don't wanna. - Oh! You...
You do it, or Sikowitz is gonna send you to juvy.
Who are you?
Uh! Gross!
That was...
Francis, you threw Rex on the floor!
So? I don't need a stupid puppet.
I got me a woman.
Oh.
Yay, you got Rex back!
I know! I missed you so much!
Rex, what's wrong?
You were with another puppet.
Yeah, but it was only for one night.
It didn't mean anything.
This other puppet...
Do you love him?
- Goonter?! - Don't say his name. Ah!
No, I was just alone...
Bye.
The Flour Bomber!
Oh.
Ah!
Somebody stop him!
- Oh. - Ah!
Help me.
Take his mask off.
Ah ha!
Who is that?
I don't know. Hey, who are you?
I'm Tom.
Tom Vineman.
Do... do we know you?
Nah. I go to East Hills High.
We're on semester break.
So then why are you flour bombing people here?
I dunno. Just bored.
And my mom bakes, so she had a bunch of extra flour.
[ Bell rings ]
Okay.
That was a let down.
Pretty unsatisfying.
Not much of an ending.
Whatever.
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